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

The area downstairs at the Star Shine Entertainment Building was completely surrounded by police cars and media vehicles that had rushed to the scene.

Su Qingge personally led the team, her expression serious as she rushed into the building. When she saw Li Mingyu, whose head had been slapped into a pig's head in the lobby, and the thugs groaning on the floor of the top-floor office and the limp Wang Pangzi, a complex look of helplessness and understanding flashed in her beautiful phoenix eyes.

She knew that this was another of Lin Chen's "masterpieces".

Lin Chen did not interfere with the subsequent arrests, evidence collection, and sealing off of the scene.

He simply carried the still-shaken and emotionally unstable Su Ke'er and quietly left through the fire escape, returning to the safe house in the suburbs.

The safe house was warm and quiet, seemingly a world apart from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Lin Chen poured Su Ke'er a glass of warm milk and watched her sip it slowly. Her pale face gradually regained some color, and only then did Lin Chen feel completely relieved.

Just then, the long-lost system notification sound rang out crisply in his mind.

[Ding! Host has completed a hidden mission: Crush the scourge of the entertainment industry and save fallen girls (reserve)!]

[Mission Rating: S-Rank Perfect!]

[Task rewards are being calculated...]

[Congratulations, host! You have gained +20 points to all attributes!]

[Congratulations, host! You have acquired a god-level skill: God-level Internet Tracking Technique!]

[God-level Network Tracking: You have become the ultimate hunter of the online world! You can instantly pinpoint the true physical coordinates of any network signal source globally, ignoring any physical barriers, signal jams, or virtual gateways! Whether it's a server hidden deep within the dark web or a personal terminal communicating via encrypted satellite, nothing can hide from you!]

Lin Chen's eyes lit up slightly.

This skill came at just the right time.

The information gleaned from "The Joker" revealed that "The Prophet," the final ruler of the Inquisition, is a ghost hidden in the cyber world.

With this [god-level network tracking technique], it's like having a key that can pull this ghost out of the virtual world.

He was basking in the joy of his new skill when he suddenly felt his clothes being gently tugged.

Lin Chen snapped out of his daze, looked down, and saw Su Ke'er looking up at him with her little face upturned.

Her large, watery eyes, having just finished crying, appeared exceptionally clear and bright, like two black gems washed by rain.

Her cheeks were still slightly flushed, whether from the room's heating or something else, it was hard to tell.

"Brother Lin Chen..."

She bit her lip, her voice barely audible.

"Thank you."

"Silly girl, why are you being so polite with me?"

Lin Chen habitually reached out, wanting to pat her head.

However, just as his hand was about to fall, Su Ke'er suddenly did something he didn't expect.

She suddenly stood on tiptoe, closed her eyes, and her two soft and warm lips, with a hint of girlish shyness and determination, pressed themselves firmly onto Lin Chen's lips.

Lin Chen's body stiffened slightly.

He could feel the girl's eyelashes trembling slightly with nervousness, and he could smell her faint, milky candy-like fragrance.

This was her first kiss.

Filled with extreme lingering fear, boundless gratitude, and an overflowing, uncontrollable adoration.

The kiss was brief and awkward.

Instantly separate.

Su Ke'er's face instantly turned as red as if it were about to bleed. She took a step back as if she had been electrocuted, lowered her head, and nervously twisted the hem of her clothes with both hands, not daring to look at Lin Chen again.

She was completely smitten.

In the man's figure, kicking open the door and standing against the light, in the tenderness of his words, "Brother will take you home," and in the irreplaceable sense of security in her heart.

Looking at the girl in front of him, who was so shy that she almost buried her head in her chest, Lin Chen felt a warmth in his heart and was about to say something to ease the awkwardness.

suddenly!

His phone lit up without warning!

There was no caller ID on the screen. Instead, a virtual image wearing a pure white mask without any facial features slowly emerged against a completely black background.

The mask was as smooth as a mirror, yet it seemed to reflect the deepest darkness in people's hearts.

Lin Chen's pupils suddenly contracted.

prophet!

He actually came to our door on his own initiative!

Immediately afterwards, a voice, meticulously synthesized electronically, devoid of any discernible gender or emotional fluctuation, came from the phone's receiver, as cold as if it came from the depths of hell.

"Lin Chen".

"You have ruined all my hard work and destroyed the empire I built in Jiangcheng over ten years."

"A wonderful performance."

"In return, I have prepared a small gift for you and for this city."

On the phone screen, the image of the white mask disappeared, replaced by a live video taken by a miniature drone from deep within the city's underground pipe network.

In the video, three oddly shaped metal cans, shimmering with a ghostly blue light, are firmly fixed at the core hub of the city's water supply system, gas pipelines, and subway ventilation system.

"Using the longevity technology data left by the Chu family, I manufactured three 'biological poison gas bombs'."

The prophet's voice, still in that calm and even tone, was telling a terrifying truth that would send shivers down the spine of the world.

"Once detonated, the high concentration of neurotoxins will cover 80 percent of Jiangcheng's urban area within 30 minutes through the water supply, gas supply, and ventilation systems."

"At that time, this city of ten million people will become a dead city in the truest sense."

On the screen, a bright red countdown timer composed of numbers suddenly popped up.

【23:59:59】

The prophet's cold voice, like a final judgment, slowly echoed in Lin Chen's ears.

"Countdown: 24 hours."

"Enjoy your last moments of gameplay while you're still in despair."

"The game has begun."