You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

The master bedroom door was the first to be opened.

Su Qingge and Ye Qingcheng walked out one after the other.

Both of their clothes were somewhat disheveled; Ye Qingcheng's Chanel business suit was wrinkled, and Su Qingge's police uniform shirt was missing two buttons.

Their expressions didn't look quite natural.

Obviously, waking up to find themselves entangled with their arch-enemy like octopuses would be a truly disastrous experience for these two proud women.

But upon smelling the delicious aroma wafting from the restaurant, the two tacitly chose to forget everything.

The doors to the secondary bedroom and the guest room were also opened one after another.

Su Ke'er rubbed her sleepy eyes, wearing a pink and white JK uniform, and floated out like a wandering ghost.

Jiang Tingxue, on the other hand, appeared to be full of energy. The alcohol she drank last night was hardly a warm-up for her body, which had been modified by the gene repair fluid.

After washing up, the four women sat down one by one at the large marble dining table.

"Eat breakfast first."

Lin Chen picked up his cup of warm water.

The delicate truce agreement reached last night lasted only one night. The morning sunlight shone on the dining table, but it did nothing to ease the complex undercurrents between the four women.

Ye Qingcheng was the first to launch an attack.

This female CEO of a multi-billion dollar conglomerate always knows how to take the initiative. She elegantly tore off a small piece of whole wheat bread and spread a little strawberry jam on it.

Instead of putting it in her own mouth, she brought the bread, covered in bright red jam, along with her slender, white fingers, directly to Lin Chen's lips.

"Lin Chen, try this jam, it has a very unique flavor."

Ye Qingcheng's voice was languid and alluring, and her long, narrow eyes held an undisguised glint of desire, carrying a condescending provocation.

Her fingertips even deliberately brushed against Lin Chen's lower lip.

The temperature on the dining table dropped sharply.

Su Qingge sat to Lin Chen's left, her hand gripping the metal knife and fork tightly.

The head of the major crimes unit gritted his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed, and his cold eyes seemed to be spitting out sparks.

She didn't speak, but under the table, a foot wearing a standard hard-soled leather shoe had already silently reached out.

The hard heel landed precisely on Lin Chen's instep, crushing it with tremendous force.

Lin Chen's facial muscles twitched suddenly.

Excruciating pain.

Su Qingge was definitely using the hidden force of grappling and fighting, but he didn't utter a sound.

Shouting at this time is like igniting a powder keg.

Lin Chen silently pulled his foot back, forcibly withdrawing his instep from under that deadly heel, inwardly groaning in pain.

Seeing this, Su Ke'er on the right panicked. The little girl wouldn't even eat her favorite caramel pudding.

She moved the chair closer to Lin Chen, pressing most of her body against his arm, the amazing softness of which was transmitted through the thin fabric.

Before Lin Chen could react, Su Ke'er had already raised her phone.

The camera was pointed at himself and Lin Chen, and also captured Ye Qingcheng and Su Qingge on the other side, and the flash went off.

The little girl's fingers flew across the screen, and she posted a message on her WeChat Moments.

The caption reads: "A cozy breakfast time with Brother Lin Chen. Some aunties, please don't join in the fun."

After she finished posting, she proudly raised her chin, like a kitten guarding its food.

Jiang Tingxue, sitting at the farthest point, quietly drank her medicinal porridge. She neither competed nor fought, but simply watched everything quietly with her beautiful phoenix eyes.

Her eyes revealed the calmness and analytical insight unique to forensic doctors. She was very clear about her current position and knew that not getting involved in such low-level jealousy was the most sophisticated way to climb the ladder.

Lin Chen sat in the eye of the storm, feeling like he was walking a tightrope.

He maintained his impeccable fake smile, opened his mouth to take the bread Ye Qingcheng fed him, and casually placed a perfectly peeled hard-boiled egg on her plate.

"Mr. Ye, eat more protein to nourish your brain."

Turning his head, he pushed the slow-cooked chicken breast in front of Su Qingge.

"Qingge, for this low-fat meal, I deliberately used less black pepper."

Finally, he very naturally pulled his arm away from Su Ke'er's embrace, picked up a tissue, and wiped the pudding crumbs from the corner of her mouth.

"Ke'er, be good. Don't play on your phone while eating; it's bad for your stomach."

After this series of actions, the four women were miraculously calmed down and each started to eat their breakfast.

On the surface, Lin Chen appeared to be handling the situation with ease, but in reality, his brain was in a state of extreme excitement and high-speed operation.

The clown text message from last night, tinged with blood, lingered in his mind like a persistent shadow.

He repeatedly dissected and analyzed every word, every punctuation mark, and even the frequency of the rotating scarlet smiley face.

Jack is a madman, but he's not a fool. He pursues the ultimate performance, and every crime he commits is a meticulously planned stage play.

Since he has issued a notice, it means that the stage for this death magic trick has been set up.

What exactly is the time, place, and objective?

While chewing the food in his mouth, Lin Chen frantically searched his mind for recent major events and high-value targets in Jiangcheng.

The National Treasures Exhibition at the City Museum?

A jewelry auction at the World Trade Center?

Or somewhere else?

Just then, a crisp electronic synthesized voice exploded in the depths of Lin Chen's mind without warning!

[Ding! Host detected to have survived for over twelve hours in an extremely complex and chaotic environment without triggering any physical conflict.]

[Congratulations, host, on completing the hidden achievement: Master of Balance!]

[Achievement rewards are being distributed...]

[Reward Awarded: God-Level Danger Sense!]

[God-level Danger Perception: Passive Skill. When the host or a target under the host's attention faces a deadly threat, the sixth sense will be triggered in advance. Ignores distance, ignores disguise, and is absolutely accurate.]

The system's voice had barely faded when, before Lin Chen even had a chance to check the detailed description of the new skill, a sudden change occurred!

An extremely intense throbbing suddenly exploded from his heart without warning!

A bone-chilling coldness traveled up the spine, straight to the top of the head, and the hairs on the body stood on end in that instant!

Lin Chen suddenly stopped cutting the whole wheat bread.

Due to the sudden loss of control over his muscle tension, the sharp bread knife in his hand deviated from its original trajectory.

A crisp "rip" sound.

The blade sliced ​​straight through the thick bread and embedded itself deeply into the hard solid wood cutting board below, leaving a very deep gash.