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

Poseidon II, Top Floor VIP Room.

Eight dark gun barrels pressed simultaneously against Lin Chen and his companion's skulls and hearts.

The air in the private room seemed to have been sucked out at that moment, completely ceasing to flow.

The eyes behind the shadow mask had already made all their judgments the moment that abrupt buzzing sound rang out.

There was no anger, no hesitation.

Only one thing, called "ultimate kill," hung heavily in the air.

Su Qingge's back was completely soaked with cold sweat, the thin fabric of her dress clinging to her skin, chilling her to the bone.

Her fingernails dug into her palms, almost breaking the skin, but her body remained completely still.

Do not move.

Any unnecessary movement will become the last movement in this private room.

At that very moment—

Lin Chen's right hand disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Fast" is not enough to describe this action.

[God-level magic hand speed], absolutely amazing.

The neural delay between the brain and fingertips is completely eliminated.

An object flicked from his palm, transforming into an arc invisible to the naked eye, silently disappearing into the dark depths of the ventilation grille above his head.

The entire process took less than 0.03 seconds.

None of the eight mercenaries noticed.

There were no cold eyes behind the mask.

Then--

Lin Chen suddenly stood up.

Fuck your mother!

These words burst from his throat, violent and out of control, carrying the most genuine fear and anger of a tycoon whose path to wealth had been completely cut off.

He kicked the nearest glass wine rack.

boom--!

The entire tower, which held more than a dozen bottles of top-aged wine, crashed to the ground with a deafening shattering sound.

Blood-red liquor was spilled all over the pure black carpet, and the intense aroma of fruit and alcohol exploded, filling the entire private room.

Lin Chen pointed to the ceiling, his voice trembling with genuine loss of control.

"Damn cops! I knew it! This sea area's been turbulent lately! They've ruined a deal worth hundreds of millions!"

He grabbed the crystal cigarette case from the coffee table and smashed it violently on the ground.

wow-

Debris flew everywhere.

"You think I'm a cop?"

He turned his head, and his face, which had been reshaped by the art of disguise, was flushed red with "anger," and the veins at his temples were bulging.

"If I were a cop, would I need to smuggle goods out under their noses?!"

He raised his hand and smashed the second bottle of red wine.

boom.

The best vintages in Bordeaux burst a crimson hue onto the floor.

Su Qingge's eyelids twitched almost imperceptibly.

She wasn't looking at the shattered bottles; she was looking at Lin Chen's face.

The anger on that face was so real.

It was so real that even she, the head of the serious crimes unit who had seen countless criminals, almost believed he was really angry.

That's not a performance at all.

He was clearly a black market tycoon who had lost hundreds of millions of dollars, and this was the purest form of instinctive venting in his extreme anger and despair.

He even "forgot" that he was standing in an assassin's territory, and "forgot" that eight guns were pointed at his heart.

Police officers can never act out something like this.

Even a top-notch undercover agent would show a crack under such pressure.

It wouldn't be to this extent of being perfectly natural.

For a fleeting moment, the finger on the trigger in the shadow loosened its grip slightly at the second joint.

The eyes behind the mask lost their previous pure killing intent and became somewhat hesitant.

No one spoke in the private room.

Only Lin Chen continued to curse the domestic anti-drug police with that affected voice, cursing every penny lost, and cursing everything he could think of.

Su Qingge even slowed her breathing.

She bit her lower lip hard, maintaining the flustered and helpless demeanor befitting a "terrified socialite," not daring to look into Lin Chen's eyes, afraid that something hidden in her gaze would be exposed in front of a hunter of this caliber.

The moment the tautest string cracked for the first time.

Shadow's hand moved toward the titanium alloy briefcase on the coffee table.

He did not put away his gun.

He simply picked up the box.

Then he stood up and turned to the hidden titanium alloy door deep inside the private room, seamlessly integrated into the wall.

His pace was slow, even leisurely.

But that aura made every inch of air in the entire private room recede.

He walked to the hidden door, stopped, and did not turn around.

"clever."

The voice emitted by the voice changer was as cold as ice rising from the depths of the ocean.

"But not smart enough."

His hand pressed the sensor switch embedded in the wall.

"I'm the kind of person who prefers to believe things to be true."

Just this one sentence.

There were no extra emotions, no ups and downs.

More terrifying than a roar, colder than anger.

His other hand drew a short arc in the air.

Every mercenary in the private room recognized that gesture.

To silence them.

The eyes of the eight mercenaries underwent a qualitative change at the same instant.

From being on guard to executing.

There is still waiting in the vigilance, and only completion in the execution.

The muzzles of eight HK416 rifles were simultaneously pressed down three centimeters, aiming at the two men's most vulnerable spots.

Professional assassins never engage in any rituals or formalities.

There was no countdown, no ultimatum, and no unnecessary actions.

The hidden titanium alloy door slid open silently from behind the shadows.

Lin Chen stared at the figure disappearing into the dark door, and at that moment, everything in his eyes went completely extinguished.

That roguish and eccentric air that belonged to the "warlord's rich son," along with all traces of performance, has receded like the tide.

The disguise was completely stripped away from his face, leaving only an absolute killing intent that was as cold as ice.

The spring that had been tightly suppressed finally snapped open at that moment.

"Qingge".

Lin Chen spoke, two words, extremely low, like a breath squeezed out from the deepest part of his chest.

Su Qingge's reaction wasn't because she clearly heard those two words.

It was because there was something in that tone that instantly awakened all her dormant nerves.

That was not an order.

It's much heavier than an order.

It's that unique feeling that comes when you entrust your life to another person in a dead end.

Her combat instincts, honed over seven years of criminal investigation, burst forth.

All muscle groups instantly enter a state of combat readiness.

Eight fingers pressed on the trigger at the same time.

0.4 seconds.

This is the total time they have from pre-compression to bullet exiting the barrel.

In those 0.4 seconds, Lin Chen's brain had completed all the calculations.

The next second—

[Physical fitness doubled], igniting a blazing fire.

[God-level Danger Perception], unleashing full power.