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

The night wind howled through the dark, windowless windows of the unfinished building, making a wailing sound, much like the weeping of ghosts.

The top floor is an empty concrete platform.

A man wearing a black trench coat and a pure white faceless mask is staring intently at a military-grade tablet computer in his hand.

On the screen was the last footage transmitted from a hidden camera on the hospital rooftop.

When he saw Lin Chen break the hypnotic control over the doctor in a way he couldn't understand at all, and then stomp on the detonator, an uncontrollable, extreme anger erupted from the bottom of his heart like a volcano!

"Bang!"

He slammed the tablet computer in his hand to the ground, and the screen shattered instantly.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

The prophet let out a furious roar, his voice becoming sharp and distorted with rage.

"Lin Chen! What kind of monster are you?!"

All his plans, all his schemes, his supposedly flawless psychological traps, were utterly vulnerable in the face of this man!

This dealt an unprecedented blow to his extremely arrogant heart!

But he was, after all, the ultimate authority in the court, and his mental fortitude was far beyond that of people like Chu Yunfei.

After a brief moment of losing his composure, he quickly regained his composure, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.

"The game isn't over yet!"

He snorted coldly and turned around to prepare to activate the backup escape route he had prepared long ago.

However, when he reached the rusty iron gate leading downstairs, his steps suddenly froze.

The iron gate, which should have been easily opened with a push, was now firmly welded to the frame from the outside by a thick steel bar!

An ominous premonition instantly enveloped his heart.

He turned around abruptly and saw a tall, slender figure standing silently in the shadows not far behind him, watching him as if he were a dead man.

It's Lin Chen!

When did he come up?

The prophet's heart clenched violently, but his face instantly regained its composure, even letting out a morbid grin.

"You think you've won? Lin Chen, you're too naive!"

He slowly raised his hands, like an actor about to take his final bow, and spoke in a frenzied, boastful tone.

Welcome to my stage!

"This entire top floor has been filled with a high concentration of liquefied gas! I've carefully calculated the concentration; it's enough to blast everything here to dust in an instant!"

He suddenly pulled a modified signal gun from inside his trench coat, its dark muzzle pointed at the ceiling.

"The moment I pull the trigger, the sparks from the gun will instantly ignite everything here! Neither of us will survive!"

"Come on! You like to play games, don't you? Today, let's all die together!"

He thought that this last trump card, which would lead to mutual destruction, would at least make Lin Chen show the slightest bit of fear.

However, he was disappointed again.

Looking at his arrogant yet cowardly appearance, Lin Chen's eyes were filled with pity as if he were looking at an idiot.

"idiot."

Lin Chen uttered two words calmly.

These two words were like two merciless slaps to the prophet's face, freezing his smile instantly.

"What...what did you say?"

I said,

Lin Chen took a step and walked towards him slowly and deliberately, as if he were taking a stroll in his own backyard.

"When you set this ridiculous trap, did you even consider a basic chemistry question?"

A cruel smile curled at the corners of Lin Chen's mouth.

"Gas can be neutralized."

Upon hearing this, the prophet was first taken aback, then burst into wild laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Neutralize? Hahahaha! Do you think this is a movie? How do you plan to neutralize such a high concentration of gas in such a large space? By blowing it out with your mouth?"

Lin Chen didn't waste any more words with him.

He simply pulled the lighter out of his pocket again, under the prophet's incredulous gaze.

Just as he pulled out his lighter, the system's voice quietly sounded in his mind.

[Ding! Host is about to show off. God-level chemistry knowledge has automatically optimized the atmosphere for you...]

Lin Chen's lips twitched; he was too lazy to pay attention to this scene-stealing system.

He walked to within five meters of the prophet, and in front of his mask, which was beginning to distort with fear and uncertainty, he gently and casually pressed the switch on the lighter.

"Click".

A crisp sound.

A tiny, orange flame burned quietly between the two of them.

There was no earth-shattering explosion as I had imagined.

The unexpected inferno that engulfed everything.

There wasn't even a hint of gas.

The air was filled with a despairing, deathly silence.

The prophet's proudest trump card, a last resort of mutual destruction, was utterly torn apart by Lin Chen right before his eyes in the simplest, most brutal, and most unreasonable way!

"No...it's impossible..."

The prophet's worldview completely collapsed at this moment.

He couldn't understand how Lin Chen had managed to do it.

Of course, he had no idea that before Lin Chen left the hospital rooftop, he had already hacked into the hospital's pharmacy inventory system using [god-level hacking skills] and, using [god-level chemical knowledge], instantly generated a perfect formula for "gas catalytic neutralization mist" in his mind.

He had a helicopter sent by Ye Qingcheng release this colorless and odorless mist, a mixture of ether, hydrogen peroxide, and several special catalysts, into the ventilation ducts of the unfinished building before it took off!

Faced with absolute, cross-dimensional knowledge dominance, all the prophets' schemes and tricks seem like a joke.