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

One-Eyed Dragon was very efficient, or rather, he was terrified by Lin Chen's inhuman methods.

Less than ten minutes later, another hidden door to the VIP room was opened.

A man wearing a black trench coat, with a slender build and an industrial-grade gas mask that completely covered his face, walked in.

His gait was somewhat strange, with his center of gravity slightly forward, like a cautious wild beast ready to flee at any moment.

The air in the room seemed to become a little more oppressive after his arrival.

"You're 'Fireworks'?"

Lin Chen asked in his hoarse Russian, leaning back on the sofa in a languid posture, yet exuding a deadly aura like a lurking tiger.

The masked man did not answer, but instead emitted a hoarse, electric-like voice that had been altered by a voice changer.

"Mr. Ivan, what you want is very sensitive, and the price is also very high."

As he spoke, he glanced at the briefcase full of bonds on the ground, but his eyes were unlike those of an ordinary outlaw.

Lin Chen activated [God-level Micro-expression Analysis] and [God-level Psychological Profiling].

Although there was a thick mask between them, Lin Chen's vision, which was comparable to a high-precision scanner, revealed every subtle physiological reaction of the other party.

When "Fireworks'" gaze swept over the five hundred million bonds, his pupils did not dilate as normally as would be indicative of greed.

Instead, his heart rate experienced a very brief acceleration due to excitement.

That's not a desire for money.

That's a kind of morbid fanaticism that only occurs when an artist sees enough "creative funds" to support the completion of a magnificent work!

Lin Chen's gaze fell on "Fireworks'" hands, which were covered in black leather gloves.

Although covered by gloves, the knuckles of his index and middle fingers are thicker than those of ordinary people, and they tend to curl slightly unconsciously when he stands.

This is a deeply ingrained professional habit formed from years of handling precision chemical instruments such as test tubes and droppers.

His slightly forward-leaning posture was a result of prolonged desk work at the lab bench, leading to mild pathological deformation of his cervical and lumbar vertebrae.

Finally, Lin Chen's [God-level Hearing] detected an extremely faint, peculiar odor emanating from the gas mask's filter as the other person breathed, carrying a trace of residual chemicals.

Countless clues collided, combined, and were deduced rapidly in Lin Chen's mind.

A clear and complete portrait of the criminal was instantly drawn.

A mad chemist in his thirties or forties, thin, with severe mysophobia, a withdrawn and obsessive personality, possessing extremely high aptitude for chemistry and biology, and extremely arrogant, who regards murder as a form of "artistic creation"...

While "Fireworks" was still waiting for Lin Chen's response.

Lin Chen suddenly laughed.

He no longer used Russian, but spoke coldly in impeccable, mocking Chinese.

"Is Richard's death your latest work of art?"

"Unfortunately, it's very poorly finished."

"There was a 0.5-degree deviation in temperature control, which resulted in some of his bones not being completely carbonized, leaving undesirable marks."

Lin Chen's voice was calm, yet it struck the masked man's mind like a thunderbolt from the heavens!

Fireworks' body suddenly shuddered!

His eyes, hidden behind the mask, suddenly flashed with shock and disbelief!

He suddenly took a step back, and the hand that had been in his trench coat pocket instinctively reached into his clothes.

"You...you're not Ivan! You're a policeman!"

His voice, filled with extreme shock and panic, was so sharp and distorted that even a voice changer couldn't mask it!

He couldn't understand why this man could see through his flawless plan, a secret that no one else in the world could possibly know except himself!

However, Lin Chen didn't give him any time to react at all!

Just as the "fireworks" retreated!

Lin Chen made a move!

[God-level Parkour], bursting forth in an instant!

He sprang up from the sofa like an arrow, leaping across the five-meter-wide mahogany table in one step. With lightning speed, he delivered a powerful whip kick that struck "Flame" squarely in the chest!

Although "Fireworks" is a technically skilled criminal, his reaction speed is astonishing!

He twisted his body forcefully in mid-air, trying to avoid the fatal blow.

But Lin Chen's attack was fast and ruthless, leaving him no time to dodge!

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, "Fireworks" was kicked away like a kite with a broken string!

However, this guy is extremely cunning!

Just as his body was being kicked away, he actually pulled a glass ball from his pocket and smashed it hard on the ground!

"Bang!"

The glass ball shattered, and a pungent, highly corrosive yellow fumes instantly filled the entire room!

Lin Chen's "god-level anti-toxic physique" made him completely immune to this level of chemical fumes.

But the thick smoke greatly obstructed his vision.

When the smoke cleared, the thin figure had vanished without a trace.

In the corner of the room, a metal plate leading to the intricate secret passages of the black market was lifted.

Lin Chen walked to the entrance of the secret passage and looked at the pool of bright red blood left on the ground. It was left after he kicked "Flame".

He stretched out his finger, dipped it in the blood, and gently sniffed it.

[God-level Trace Identification Technique] and [God-level Biological Mastery] are activated simultaneously.

The DNA information in the blood, hormone levels, and even the other person's recent eating habits were quickly analyzed in his mind.

The identity of "Fireworks" is no longer a secret.

A cold and cruel smile curled at the corners of Lin Chen's lips.

"You can't escape, you prey."