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

The firework lay sprawled on the ground, its scalded chest still emitting wisps of white smoke.

His eyes were unfocused, and he was making incoherent groans.

Lin Chen did not rush to make a move.

He stood in front of the fireworks, looked down at them for a few seconds, as if confirming something.

Then he spoke, his tone very soft and casual.

"Your long-term exposure to organic solvents has led to chronic liver damage. You have been taking antihistamines to suppress your chemical allergy for the past three days."

"Your left index and middle fingers have large knuckles, and you hold test tubes for longer than most lab workers."

"You have a mild scoliosis, caused by years of sitting at a desk."

The flames' eyes slowly focused, staring intently at Lin Chen.

"Most importantly,"

Lin Chen squatted down.

"You have a very rare metabolite in your blood that is only produced by long-term exposure to certain organophosphorus compounds."

"Only three legal production licenses for this compound have been issued nationwide."

"I know everything about you: who you are, which lab you worked in, who your advisor was, and when you embarked on this path."

"But I'm too lazy to say it."

Lin Chen straightened up and stretched his neck.

"Because I'm more interested in your present than your past."

His right foot was lifted.

When Yanhuo saw that foot, all the muscles in her body tensed up instinctively, like a snake whose tail had been stepped on.

"No--"

"Snap!"

Lin Chen stomped down, hitting Yan Huo's right wrist squarely.

The sound of bones cracking was especially clear in the chemical plant late at night.

The firework's body arched into the shape of a shrimp, its mouth wide open, but it could no longer produce a complete sound, only a series of "ho ho ho" breathy sounds.

"This hand was used to mix poisons and burned three people to death."

Lin Chen's voice was calm and even.

He pulled his foot back and glanced at his right hand, which was still expanding and contracting. The hand was now at an abnormal angle, and his fingers were spasming uncontrollably.

Then he turned to the flame's left leg.

"When you escaped through the black market's secret passage, you used this leg to kick away two people blocking your way; you weren't slow at all."

Fireworks shook its head frantically, its face covered in tears and snot.

"No...no..."

"It's too late."

Lin Chen didn't use his full strength when his foot landed, but he accurately kicked the lateral ligament of his knee.

"Click!"

The sound of a knee joint shifting laterally is more chilling than a fracture.

This time, the fireworks really screamed, and the sound was like a slaughtered pig, shrill and piercing.

His left leg was bent at an angle that violated human anatomy, making it impossible for him to stand.

Lin Chen took two steps back, looked at the convulsing figure on the ground, and only after confirming that he had no further ability to resist or escape did he turn around and pick up the communicator.

"Qingge, come in. This is the location of the central reactor in workshop B3."

In less than three minutes, beams of flashlight light converged from the factory gate as Su Qingge led more than twenty fully armed special police officers into the factory.

She was the first person to run up to Lin Chen.

The flashlight beam swept over Lin Chen's entire body; he was clean and dry, without any wounds, acid stains, or even wrinkles in his clothes. Then, when the beam swept over the writhing, scorched Flame on the ground, Su Qingge's pupils contracted sharply.

She didn't say anything, just turned around and waved.

"Cuff him and take him away. Call an ambulance. Save his life first."

Two special police officers stepped forward and handcuffed Yan Huo.

Yanhua's right wrist was broken, so the handcuffs could only be fastened to her forearm.

When he was lifted up, he was like a boneless loach, completely supported by two SWAT officers.

As he passed by Lin Chen, he used his last bit of strength to turn his head and take one last look at Lin Chen.

There was no hatred or madness in those eyes anymore.

There was only one kind of deep-seated, utter fear.

Like a mouse seeing a cat.

After the fireworks were taken away, Lin Chen was about to walk out when he heard the crisp sound of high heels hitting the cement ground at the factory gate.

The pace is very fast.

Ye Qingcheng was wearing a long black trench coat, her hair was loose, and she wasn't wearing makeup. It was obvious that she had gotten out of bed and rushed over as soon as she received the news.

Even without makeup, her face was still incredibly delicate.

She was followed by two bodyguards, but she walked faster than them, her high heels clattering on the ground.

Seeing Lin Chen standing at the workshop entrance from afar, Ye Qingcheng quickened her pace.

She glanced at the intact chemical plant, then at Yanhuo being stuffed into a police car by the special police, and finally her gaze settled on Lin Chen, looking him up and down.

After confirming that he was unharmed, the ice queen who ruled a multi-billion dollar empire had tears welling up in her eyes for a moment.

In just a moment.

The next second she resumed her aloof expression and strode up to Lin Chen.

Then she did something that nearly dislocated the jaws of all the SWAT officers present.

She reached out and grabbed Lin Chen's collar, stood on tiptoe, and in front of more than twenty special police officers, two bodyguards, and Li Mingyu, who had just poked his head out of the police car, firmly pressed her lips to Lin Chen's lips.

The kiss was short, lasting only three or four seconds.

But the force was considerable; Ye Qingcheng gripped Lin Chen's collar tightly, her knuckles turning white.

When she loosened her grip, her face regained its calm expression of complete control, and her voice returned to its usual cool tone, but the tremor in her voice couldn't lie.

"Lin Chen, you've saved the Ye family again."

She looked into his eyes, her tone carrying a subtle mix of coquettishness and reproach that only he could understand.

How should I reward you?

Lin Chen's hand naturally wrapped around her waist.

She wore only a thin silk nightgown under her trench coat, her waist so narrow that one hand could easily encircle it.

He lowered his head, pressed his ear close, and whispered.

"Let's talk about it when we get home."

Ye Qingcheng's ears turned visibly red.

She didn't push him away; instead, she turned her head slightly and buried her face in the crook of his neck, so that others wouldn't see her expression.

The special police officers present were all frozen in shock, their expressions incredibly varied.

Ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng of the Ye Group.

That legendary female CEO with hundreds of billions in assets, who is colder than an iceberg, fiercer than a tiger, and has made countless business tycoons question their existence.

She kissed Lin Chen right there in front of everyone.

Her girlish demeanor was completely different from the legendary ice queen.

In the corner, Li Mingyu, who had just poked half his head out of the car, watched this scene, his lips twitching for a long time, his teeth grinding together.

His fist clenched and unclenched, unclenched and clenched again.

Finally, he silently pulled his head back into the car and closed the door.

They didn't dare utter a single word.

Su Qingge stood ten meters away, still clutching the walkie-talkie in her hand. She watched the two people embracing each other, her emotions surging for a few seconds before she forcibly suppressed them.

She turned around, her back to them, and said into the walkie-talkie, "Everyone, back to base."

The voice was so steady that there was no flaw in it.

Only she knew how tightly she gripped the walkie-talkie with her knuckles.