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

The wind on the rooftop made the "accident maker's" baseball cap tilt slightly, revealing his ordinary face that would be easily lost in a crowd.

But the expression on that face at this moment was anything but ordinary.

Fear, madness, and a desperate, all-or-nothing gamble twisted his features.

Behind him were four industrial-grade propane gas cylinders placed side by side, each more than a person tall, with rusty surfaces, but the cylinders were in good condition and filled with high-pressure liquefied gas.

Lin Chen glanced at the gas cylinders and then at the remote control in the "accident maker's" hand.

It was a modified electronic remote-controlled igniter, with the transmitter connected to a heating wire wrapped around the valve of the gas cylinder.

With the press of a button, the heating element instantly heats up, igniting the leaking propane gas. The explosion of the four gas cylinders in the confined space is powerful enough to shear off half of the roof of this eighteen-story office building.

Within a radius of 200 meters, not a blade of grass grows.

"Don't come any closer!"

The voice of "Accident Maker" has changed; it is no longer the calm, metallic quality of the radio broadcast, but a sharp scream driven to the brink of despair.

"I know you're powerful, I admit it! But believe me or not, if I press this button, you, me, and everyone downstairs will all die together!"

His thumb was pressed hard against the edge of the remote control button, his nail turning white from the force.

"At worst, we'll both die! I've already sold my life to the boss, so taking a monster like you with me is worth it!"

Lin Chen stood at the fire door, about fifteen meters away from the "accident maker".

He didn't continue forward, but he also showed no sign of backing down.

He merely tilted his head slightly, scrutinizing the other person with the look of someone watching a clown performance.

"You set a hundred traps, and I stood in front of you in less than three minutes."

Lin Chen's voice was very calm.

"You think that thing you're holding can stop me?"

"Do you dare to bet?"

The accident maker's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was almost manic.

"If my thumb moves even a millimeter, you couldn't catch up even if you were a god! Electronic signals travel at 99% of the speed of light. No matter how fast you are, can you outrun light?"

Lin Chen smiled.

His right hand quietly slipped into his pocket, and his fingertips touched a cold, metal disc, not much larger than a coin.

This is a miniature EMP electromagnetic pulse generator that he made when dealing with Prajna.

Three were made in total, two were used, and one was left over.

He always carried it with him because he knew one thing very well: the best weapon is not the most powerful, but the one that can be used in a critical moment.

"You're right, I can't outrun the speed of light."

Lin Chen nodded, his tone as casual as if they were having a conversation.

"But I have a question for you."

"Is your remote control protected against electromagnetic pulses?"

The "Accident Maker's" expression froze for a moment.

Just this one moment.

Lin Chen's right hand emerged from his pocket, his fingertips holding the silver metal disc, which he flicked.

The disc traced an almost invisible arc in the air, flying to a position about seven meters between the two people.

"Sizzle!"

A very short, sharp electronic whistle.

An invisible electromagnetic pulse spreads outward from the center of the disc, covering a radius of more than twenty meters.

This pulse is harmless to the human body, but it is tantamount to a death sentence for any electronic device that has not undergone military-grade electromagnetic shielding.

Inside the remote control in the "accident maker's" hand, all the electronic components on that small circuit board were burned out by the electromagnetic pulse.

A wisp of white smoke emerged from the gap in the remote control.

The LED indicator light is off.

The "Accident Maker" frantically pressed the button three times.

Nothing happens.

He pressed it three more times.

still none.

The remote control had been reduced to a piece of scrap metal encased in a plastic shell.

The last vestige of his madness shattered completely at that moment.

He looked up and saw that Lin Chen was already moving.

Lin Chen covered the 15-meter distance in less than a second.

Before the "accident maker" could even throw away the broken remote control in his hand, or even make any defensive move, Lin Chen's knee had already slammed into his chest.

Click.

The sound of at least three ribs breaking was clearly heard by the only two pairs of ears present.

The "accident maker's" body flew backward more than two meters like a rag doll struck by a heavy hammer, crashing heavily onto the cold rooftop floor.

He opened his mouth wide to scream, but the broken ribs pierced his lungs, and the excruciating pain turned his voice into a dying hiss, like a balloon deflating.

Lin Chen walked over.

He raised his foot and stepped on the "accident maker's" face.

It wasn't a symbolic stomp; it was a real, tangible force that sank half of the other person's face into the rough cement floor.

"Ah...ah..."

The accident maker was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing. He tried to grab Lin Chen's ankle with both hands, but the foot didn't budge, as if it were welded to his face.

"I ask, you answer."

Lin Chen's voice was devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as calm as if he were reading a weather forecast.

But it is precisely this calm that sends chills down your spine more than any threat or roar.

"Who ordered you to attack my father?"

The unexpected maker's mouth was full of blood, and he mumbled something incoherently.

Lin Chen increased the pressure on his foot.

"Speak louder."

"I told you... but even if I told you, you can't do anything to him..."

The accident maker smiled bitterly, though he was in so much pain he was about to faint, a strange smugness flashed deep in his eyes.

"You think you're so great? Compared to him, you're nothing..."

Lin Chen's expression remained unchanged.

He moved his foot away from the other person's face, squatted down, and pulled out three silver needles from his pocket.

When the maker saw the three silver needles, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"What...what are you going to do?"

"Let me loosen up your muscles and joints."

Lin Chen smiled.

That smile reminded the accident maker of a word.

Yama.