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

The Municipal Bureau mobilized in an unprecedented manner.

Ah Gui's screams still echoed in the interrogation room, and emergency search warrants compiled based on his confession were delivered to Director Lu Zhenhua's desk as quickly as possible.

"Underground wine cellar of Xishan Villa", "No. 3 incinerator of abandoned chemical plant in the suburbs", "Specimen room of overseas manor"...

Every place name is shocking, behind which lie countless skeletons.

Lu Zhenhua's face turned ashen.

He stood up abruptly, picked up the intercom, and his voice was filled with suppressed, thunderous rage.

"Notify all units! Cancel all leave, everyone return to work!"

"SWAT team, Team One is responsible for sealing off Xishan Villa, Team Two, follow me!"

"Criminal Investigation Division, Technical Section, Forensic Center, all personnel mobilized!"

"Target: Wang Defa!"

The order was given, and the entire municipal police station building, like a lion that had been thoroughly enraged, instantly awoke.

Sirens wailed incessantly as police cars, blaring their sirens, sped out of the compound and headed to every corner of the city.

With red eyes, Li Mingyu grabbed the bulletproof vest and put it on.

He had never felt so excited.

Su Qingge calmly inspected her sidearm and spare magazine, her usually cool phoenix eyes burning with fury.

This time, they will tear that mask of hypocrisy to shreds completely!

……

That evening, at 9:30.

Downtown, Grand Hyatt Hotel, rooftop ballroom.

The annual "De Shan Charity Gala Dinner" is being held here.

A huge crystal chandelier cast a mesmerizing glow, and the air was filled with the scents of expensive perfumes and cigars.

The melodious violin music masked the whispers beneath the surface of fame and fortune; almost all of Jiangcheng's celebrities, dignitaries, business tycoons, and media elites were present.

The air was filled with the fragrance of fine clothes and the rustling of hair, as wine cups clinked and people mingled in a scene of unparalleled luxury.

The main character of the banquet, Wang Defa, was standing in the center of the stage, which was covered with red velvet.

He was dressed in a tailor-made dark red Chinese Tang suit, his face glowing and his spirits high.

The string of Bodhi seeds in his hand slowly turned in his warm palm, adding to his air of a compassionate and magnanimous master.

His mellow and gentle voice, transmitted clearly through the top-notch sound equipment, resonated throughout the venue via the microphone.

"...Whenever I see those children in distress, with their eyes yearning for knowledge, my heart aches as if it's being pricked by needles."

"I, Wang Defa, don't have any great skills, I'm just lucky and have made a little money."

"This money, we can't take it with us when we die. If we can use it to pave a bright path for children and add a touch of warmth to this society, then I, Wang Defa, will die without regret!"

His speech was deeply moving and sincere.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

Many sentimental socialites had already taken out their handkerchiefs and quietly wiped their eyes.

Reporters with their cameras and microphones frantically snapped photos, capturing the radiant moment of this "living Buddha."

Wang Defa bowed slightly, clasped his hands together, and wore a compassionate smile on his face.

He was thoroughly enjoying the feeling.

They enjoy being admired by thousands, regarded as moral exemplars, and worshipped like saints.

He is the city's glamorous facade, the perfect fig leaf for all the darkness and filth.

As long as he stands here, he will always be safe and unshakeable.

Just as he was enjoying the thunderous applause and preparing to announce the first donation of the night, amounting to tens of millions of dollars.

"Bang--!"

The two priceless, gilded, carved doors of the banquet hall were violently kicked open from the outside!

The loud noise instantly startled everyone present!

The melodious music abruptly stopped.

The thunderous applause was instantly silenced.

Amidst the horrified gazes of everyone, two rows of fully armed special police officers, wearing black masks, bulletproof vests, and carrying Type 95 automatic rifles, filed in with solemn expressions!

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, demonstrating exceptional tactical skill, and they quickly seized all the exits and key positions in the banquet hall.

The dark muzzle of the gun, radiating a chilling aura of death, was aimed at the ceiling.

"Don't move!"

"Stay where you are!"

The command was cold and devoid of any emotion.

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

Those high-society ladies who were usually aloof and elegant had never seen such a scene before. They were all terrified and screamed.

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

On stage, Wang Defa's smile froze completely.

His brows furrowed tightly, a sense of foreboding rising within him, but his long-standing authority and status forced him to suppress his inner panic.

He gripped the microphone, his face contorted with anger, and sternly reprimanded Li Mingyu, who was leading the team.

"What are you doing?!"

"Who gave you the right to barge into my charity gala and disrupt public order!"

"Outrageous! Utterly outrageous!"

His voice remained loud and clear, as he tried to use his status and imposing presence to control the situation.

However, this time, no one paid any attention to his roars.

A tall, slender figure walked slowly and deliberately through the chaotic crowd, through a passage automatically cleared by two rows of special police officers, onto the stage.

It's Lin Chen.

He still had that lazy look, not even wearing a police uniform, just a simple casual outfit, which was completely out of place with the tense and solemn atmosphere around him.

He strode up to Wang Defa's noodle shop and, to the astonishment of the top philanthropist in Jiangcheng, snatched the microphone from his hand.

"Sizzle—"

The microphone emitted a piercing static sound.

Lin Chen looked around at the audience, at the astonished, fearful, and curious faces of the powerful and wealthy.

"I apologize for interrupting your enjoyment."

His voice, transmitted through the speakers, echoed clearly in the deathly silent banquet hall.

"This concludes tonight's charity gala."

Wang Defa finally snapped out of his shock, a surge of anger at being publicly humiliated rising to his head.

He stared intently at Lin Chen, forcing out a few words through gritted teeth.

"Officer Lin, what do you mean by this?!"

Lin Chen turned his head and glanced at him.

That gaze was calm and undisturbed, yet it was as if he were looking at a prisoner who had already been sentenced to death.

next second.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people in the audience.

Lin Chen raised his hand and, without any warning, delivered a clean and decisive backhand slap, striking Wang Defa's hypocritical face hard!

“Pah!”

A crisp sound!

Crisp, loud, and earth-shattering!