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

2:45 PM.

Jiangcheng International Airport, VIP tarmac.

Ye Qingcheng's private jet, "Qingcheng," was parked at the end of the runway. It was a Gulfstream G700, all pearl white, with the Ye Group's logo painted on its tail.

Lin Chen and Su Qingge walked towards the boarding gate one after the other.

Su Qingge changed into casual clothes today, wearing a black fitted trench coat, her long hair tied in a low ponytail, and a gun holster at her waist.

Her steps were crisp and clean, but she would occasionally glance at Lin Chen beside her, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

The two walked side by side, neither of them speaking.

This silence wasn't awkward; rather, it carried a tacit understanding that only comrades-in-arms could share.

Just as they rounded the corner of the boarding gate, a panting figure suddenly came running from the direction of the waiting hall.

"Qingge! Wait! Wait for me!"

Li Mingyu.

He was wearing wrinkled casual clothes, his hair was a mess from the wind, and he was carrying a bunch of red roses wrapped in cheap plastic. He was sweating profusely as he ran.

Su Qingge paused, her brows immediately furrowing.

Li Mingyu ran up to him, bent over and panted for a while, and then handed him the bouquet of roses.

"Qingge, have a safe journey. I... I'll miss you."

His expression was so serious it was almost laughable.

Su Qingge glanced at the bouquet of flowers but didn't reach out.

"Li Mingyu, you came all the way to the airport just to deliver flowers? Aren't you supposed to be doing your security patrols?"

"I...I switched shifts with someone."

"Take it back."

Su Qingge turned her head and continued walking forward.

Li Mingyu's hand froze in mid-air, his expression as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

But it's not over yet.

A group of people walked in from the other end of the boarding gate.

Four men and two women, all dressed in bespoke suits and carrying designer handbags, walked with an arrogance that seemed to emanate from their very bones.

The leader was a young man in his late twenties, tall and thin, with shaved sideburns and a smug expression on his face that was hard to tell whether he was born with it or had developed it.

The men following behind him treated him with utmost respect, addressing him as "Young Master" repeatedly.

This group ran into Lin Chen and his group.

The young man leading the group saw Su Qingge and his eyes lit up, but then his gaze swept over Lin Chen next to her and he curled his lip.

Then he noticed the bouquet of red roses in Li Mingyu's hand.

"Yo."

He spoke, his accent a standard Beijing dialect, tinged with a strong air of arrogance.

"Who is this? Delivering flowers at the airport?"

He took two steps forward and kicked the bouquet of roses in Li Mingyu's hand.

"Snapped!"

The bouquet flew out and scattered on the ground, its red petals strewn everywhere.

Li Mingyu staggered after being kicked, his face flushed red.

"Where did this mongrel come from? It doesn't even deserve to be called a rose! It's probably just some cheap roadside stuff that costs three yuan a stem!"

The young man sneered, his face full of disdain.

He turned to Su Qingge, his tone shifting to one of condescending scrutiny.

"Su Qingge, is this the trash you met in a rural place like Jiangcheng? No wonder the Su family is declining."

Su Qingge slowly clenched her hand into a fist.

She recognized the man as Xiao Shaojie, a member of a collateral branch of the Xiao family, known for his arrogance and domineering manner in Beijing's social circles.

Xiao Shaojie's gaze finally landed on Lin Chen, and he looked him up and down.

"You're Lin Chen, the little policeman who wiped out the Chu family and angered the Sky Dome Group?"

He chuckled and pointed his index finger in Lin Chen's direction.

"You do look presentable, fine. I'll put this in perspective: once we get to the capital, I'll show you what death truly means."

His henchmen behind him chuckled softly.

Just as Su Qingge was about to speak, Lin Chen moved.

There were no big movements, no angry glares, and not even any extra expressions.

He simply took a step forward, raised his right hand, and patted Xiao Shaojie on the shoulder.

The movements were very light, like the greetings between old friends.

But the instant his palm touched Xiao Shaojie's shoulder, Lin Chen's middle and ring fingers precisely pressed on a spot at the junction of Xiao Shaojie's shoulder and neck, his fingertips carrying an invisible layer of force that seeped in.

That point is the junction of the cervical plexus trunk and the supraclavicular nerve. The force required to sever the nerve conduction with a short, sharp cut is not large, but the precision required is abnormally high.

After Lin Chen finished making this gesture, he withdrew his hand and looked down at Xiao Shaojie.

"Even the dogs in Beijing bark so horribly."

The sound was soft and even, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

Xiao Shaojie was taken aback. He felt a tap on his shoulder, but otherwise felt no discomfort.

He was about to retort with a curse.

Lin Chen had already turned around, grabbed Su Qingge's arm with one hand, and walked towards the boarding gate without looking back.

Su Qingge was pulled a few steps by him, and then she looked back at Xiao Shaojie.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Xiao Shaojie's expression suddenly changed.

First, the right corner of his mouth twisted uncontrollably, and then his right arm drooped down like a puppet with its strings cut.

Immediately afterwards, his right knee buckled, and the right side of his body instantly lost all strength.

"ah--"

Xiao Shaojie let out a scream that went off in a different tone, and fell straight onto the tiled floor of the waiting hall, his right side completely paralyzed.

His mouth was crooked to one side, and saliva was dripping uncontrollably out, white foam mixed with saliva covering his face.

His henchmen were all stunned, and after a couple of seconds they rushed over to help him up.

"Young Master! Young Master, what's wrong!"

"Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance right now!"

The waiting hall was in chaos.

Li Mingyu stood there, looking at Xiao Shaojie lying on the ground like a dead dog, then looked up at the figure at the end of the boarding passage who was almost at the cabin door.

His mouth opened and closed, closed and opened again.

Finally, Li Mingyu bent down, picked up a few scattered rose stems from the ground, dusted them off, and said softly.

"Brother, you're my brother."

The Gulfstream G700's cabin door slowly closed.

The engine roared, and the fuselage began to glide.

Su Qingge sat in the leather seat opposite Lin Chen, looking through the porthole at the terminal building that was getting further and further away.

"How long will it take for him to recover from the slap you just gave him?"

"It depends on his fate."

Lin Chen fastened his seatbelt and closed his eyes.

"Good luck for three days, bad luck for three months."

Su Qingge looked at him for two seconds and then said nothing more.

The nose of the aircraft lifted off the ground.

The lights of Jiangcheng City rapidly shrank beneath my feet, eventually turning into a blurry patch of light.

Lin Chen closed his eyes.

Beijing.

I am coming!