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Panjiayuan Antique Street is bustling with people on weekends.

The stalls on both sides were filled with all kinds of porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, and bronzeware, some genuine and some fake, a real mixed bag.

Lin Chen had a rare free time today, so he accompanied Lin Haifeng to stroll around here.

A few days ago, he bought several pieces of top-quality Hetian jade and used his "divine carving skills" to carve a jade pendant for each of his parents, Su Qingge, and Ye Qingcheng.

Not only that, he also used his "god-level chemistry" to concoct a "heart-clearing pill" that could neutralize all poisons.

He had cleverly hollowed out the inside of the jade pendant, hiding the calming pills inside just in case.

Lin Haifeng was in a great mood today, wearing a jade pendant carved by his son, and walking with a swagger.

The old man has recently become fascinated with bronze artifacts, and he wears his reading glasses as he wanders from stall to stall.

Lin Haifeng hadn't gone far when he stopped in front of a rather large stall.

The stall owner was a bald man with a fierce face. He was wearing his shirt open in the cold weather, revealing a patch of hair on his chest. He didn't look like a kind person.

In the very center of the stall was a bronze tripod covered in green rust.

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Lin Haifeng's eyes widened. He squatted down, held a powerful flashlight, and shone it on the bronze cauldron from left to right, constantly clicking his tongue in amazement.

The bald stall owner knew that a fat sheep had arrived when he saw this setup.

He immediately leaned forward, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "Brother, you have a good eye! This is a real gem I just acquired from the countryside—a genuine Western Zhou bronze ding!"

Lin Haifeng nodded repeatedly, "The patina, the verdigris, it definitely looks quite old. How much is it?"

The bald man held up three fingers, gesturing, "Seeing as you're a savvy guy, it's a fixed price: three million! Not a penny less!"

Three million!

Lin Haifeng gasped. Although Lin Chen was now wealthy, the amount still made him hesitate.

Just at this time.

Suddenly, a few burly, thuggish-looking men squeezed in from the side.

One of the men, wearing a leather jacket, pointed at the bronze cauldron and shouted, "Holy crap! Boss, you're only selling this Western Zhou cauldron for three million? I'll offer three and a half million! Transfer the money right now!"

Another fat man wearing a gold necklace chimed in, "I'll bid four million! This thing will fetch at least double its price at an auction house. Don't even think about competing with me for it!"

The group chatted amongst themselves, and the atmosphere quickly became lively.

Lin Haifeng panicked when he heard that someone was trying to steal it.

"Hey, hey, hey, everything has its order of arrival. I saw this cauldron first!" Lin Haifeng said, his eyes wide.

The bald stall owner feigned reluctance: "Brother, that's true, but their offer is too high. If you really want it, three million, swipe your card right now, and I'll consider you a friend!"

Lin Haifeng was easily swayed by these accomplices and, in a moment of impulsiveness, reached for his bank card.

Lin Chen stood aside, coldly watching this clumsy performance.

He directly activated the treasure appraisal skill and identity recognition granted by the system.

[Item: Counterfeit bronze tripod.]

[Material: Modern industrial scrap iron, chemically aged verdigris.]

[Place of Origin: Yiwu Small Commodities Wholesale Market.]

[Value: Approximately 50 yuan for scrap metal recycling.]

Let's look at that bald stall owner again.

[The Crime Radar is now activated!]

[Target: Bald stall owner.]

[Sin Value: Dark Red (Suspected of multiple frauds, extortion, and intentional assault)]

Lin Chen sneered.

These bastards are trying to scam money from their own father.

As soon as Lin Haifeng took out his bank card, the bald stall owner impatiently grabbed it, and even pushed Lin Haifeng's shoulder hard because of the big movement.

Lin Haifeng stumbled and almost fell.

Lin Chen's eyes turned cold instantly. He took a step forward and steadily supported his father.

"Dad, this piece of junk is so bad it'd be uncomfortable to even use as a chamber pot. Why are you paying for it?" Lin Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it was unusually clear in the noisy antique street.

The moment those words were spoken, the surroundings fell silent.

The bald stall owner's face changed instantly, revealing his vicious nature. He pointed at Lin Chen's nose and cursed, "Where did this punk come from? What do you know about antiques! If you can't afford it, get out of my way and don't block my path to wealth!"

The burly men who had been acting as accomplices also gathered around, each rubbing their hands together, their eyes filled with hostility.

"Kid, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. This is a national treasure from the Western Zhou Dynasty. You dare call it scrap metal?" the man in the leather jacket threatened menacingly.

Lin Chen ignored them completely.

He released his father's hand, walked to the stall, and lifted the bronze cauldron, which weighed several dozen kilograms, with one hand.

This effortless movement made the bald man and his companions' eyelids twitch.

"From the Western Zhou Dynasty?"

Lin Chen chuckled and lightly flicked the handle of the bronze cauldron with his right finger.

The hidden energy accompanying the [Advanced Body Enhancement] bursts forth instantly!

Om-!

A dull, metallic vibration sound rang out.

Then, something astonishing happened.

The seemingly ancient and thick layer of green rust on the surface of the bronze tripod was peeling off in a rustling sound, just like plaster on a wall!

After large patches of verdigris peeled off, the shiny, modern industrial weld seams were revealed inside.

Not only that.

In one corner at the bottom of the cauldron, a line of clear, stamped English letters is prominently displayed: Made in Yiwu!

The surrounding crowd was initially deathly silent, then erupted into a burst of laughter.

"Holy crap! A Western Zhou bronze ding made in Yiwu? This must be from last week!"

"This is ridiculous! The distressing technique is so rough; it crumbles as soon as you tap it!"

"This bald guy is a con artist who preys on people; never buy anything from him again!"

The pointing fingers and mocking laughter of passersby were like resounding slaps to the bald man's face.

The bald stall owner was enraged, and the fat on his face trembled violently.

Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents. If this gets out today, he'll be completely finished in Panjiayuan.

"Damn it! How dare he mess with my place! Kill him!"

The bald man roared, grabbed a solid wooden baseball bat from the side, and smashed it down on Lin Chen's head.

The burly men also pulled out batons from their waists and rushed forward.

The onlookers screamed in fright and backed away.

Lin Haifeng was terrified: "Xiao Chen, be careful!"

Lin Chen stood there, expressionless, not even glancing at these good-for-nothings.

[Grandmaster-level Fighting Technique] Activated!

Just as the baseball bat was about to fall, Lin Chen moved.

His movements were so fast that they were impossible for the average person to see with the naked eye.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes.

Click!

A sickening cracking sound echoed clearly throughout the venue.

The bald stall owner didn't even see how Lin Chen made his move before he felt a piercing pain in his right wrist, which was holding the baseball bat.

His wrist was twisted at an odd angle, and the baseball bat clattered to the ground.

"Ah—! My hand!"

The bald man let out a pig-like scream, clutching his severed wrist and kneeling on the ground, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Lin Chen kept moving.

boom! boom! boom!

Several muffled thuds followed.

The burly men who rushed up didn't even touch Lin Chen's clothes before they were all sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the surrounding stalls and smashing fake antiques all over the ground.

Everyone was either missing an arm or a leg, lying on the ground writhing in pain, completely incapacitated.

The whole process took less than three seconds!

The surrounding crowd was completely dumbfounded, their mouths agape as they stared at Lin Chen as if he were a monster.

"Holy crap! This guy's got some serious martial arts skills!"

"That's ruthless! One move, one kill, this is even more exaggerated than martial arts movies!"

"Serves them right! These scammers have always bullied people, they've really met their match today!"

Lin Chen dusted off his hands and looked down at the bald man kneeling on the ground, groaning.

"Call the police."

Lin Chen spoke calmly, as if he had merely stepped on a few ants.

"Whether it's fraud or robbery involving three million, you can go in and explain it to the police yourselves."