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

Stepping into the banquet hall of the Poseidon, an atmosphere of extravagance immediately envelops you.

A huge crystal chandelier cast a dazzling light, and the melodious sound of a violin echoed in the air. The long dining table was laden with the finest caviar, Australian lobster, and vintage champagne.

The crowd consisted entirely of well-dressed successful people and scantily clad, hot socialites.

On the surface, this place looks like a high-end business cocktail party.

But Lin Chen knew very well that none of those standing here were clean.

"System, activate the Crime Radar!"

Lin Chen mentally shouted.

The next second, his vision underwent a dramatic change.

The entire banquet hall instantly transformed into a blinding sea of ​​red! Above everyone's head floated rows of semi-transparent information panels that only Lin Chen could see.

[Name: Charles, 45 years old, North American Mafia boss, involved in smuggling, assassination, and money laundering; Crime rating: Extremely high.]

[Name: Matsumoto Taro, 52 years old, core member of an East Asian human trafficking organization, crime rating: extremely high.]

[Name: Wang Jianguo, 60 years old, former senior executive of a large domestic enterprise, absconded with a large sum of money, suspected of murdering two informants, crime rating: high.]

……

Lin Chen glanced around and almost couldn't help but curse out loud.

Good heavens, this is practically a concentration camp of scum! You could drag any one of them out and execute them, and it wouldn't be a crime.

He picked up a glass of champagne and observed the entire room discreetly.

Soon, his gaze cut through the crowd and locked onto a figure outside the VIP room on the second floor.

He was a middle-aged man wearing a dark red Tang suit. He was slightly overweight, bald, and had a kind smile on his face. He was also playing with a pair of walnuts with excellent patina in his hands.

He looks like a retired old man next door walking his bird in the park.

But the radar above Lin Chen's head showed that the old man's panel was a deep, purplish red!

[Name: Zhao Dezhu (codename: Smiling Buddha), 58 years old, head of the international antiquities smuggling ring "Dragon Seeking Society," suspected of multiple cases of tomb raiding, murder, robbery, and transnational smuggling. Crime rating: Extremely dangerous!]

That's him.

Lin Chen withdrew his gaze, pretending not to have seen anything, and continued to eat and drink heartily with Ye Qingcheng at the dining table in that arrogant and domineering manner.

The smiling Buddha on the second floor also noticed Lin Chen at this moment.

In fact, from the moment Lin Chen successfully verified the 20 billion yuan at the door, the Smiling Buddha had his eye on him.

"Who is this guy?" The Smiling Buddha asked the bodyguard behind him as he twirled a walnut.

"Boss, I've checked. It's an arms dealer from Southeast Asia named Chatchai. He recently closed a big deal and has a terrifying cash flow. He's a complete nouveau riche," the bodyguard reported in a low voice.

The smiling Buddha narrowed his eyes, looking at Lin Chen downstairs who was making a lot of noise and eating in an unseemly manner, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

His favorite type of people are the nouveau riche who are foolish, rich, and brainless. Their money is the easiest to earn.

"Let's go down and meet this big spender."

The Smiling Buddha stuffed the walnuts into his pocket and, accompanied by several bodyguards, descended the spiral staircase.

He walked straight up to Lin Chen, his face beaming with that signature Maitreya Buddha-like smile.

"This gentleman looks unfamiliar. My name is Zhao Dezhu, and everyone calls me the Smiling Buddha. May I ask where you make your fortune, sir?"

The Smiling Buddha extended his hand politely, but his eyes held a cold, venomous glint, clearly testing Lin Chen's true strength.

Lin Chen didn't even lift his eyelids.

"System, activate God-level psychological profiling! Activate Master-level micro-expression control!"

In an instant, Lin Chen perfectly portrayed an arrogant and conceited nouveau riche.

He didn't even try to shake the Smiling Buddha's hand. Instead, he pulled a thick Cuban cigar from his pocket and put it in his mouth. Ye Qingcheng readily took out a windproof lighter and lit it for him.

Lin Chen took a deep breath, then suddenly turned his head and arrogantly exhaled a large puff of strong cigar smoke ring directly onto the smiling Buddha's fat face!

"Cough cough..."

The smiling Buddha coughed repeatedly from the choking, and the smile on his face instantly froze.

"Where you make your fortune is none of your business!" Lin Chen pointed his cigar-smoking finger at the Smiling Buddha's nose, his voice loud enough to be heard throughout the banquet hall. "I'm here today to buy things! As long as the goods are good, money is no object. If you don't have anything good, don't try to get close to me!"

Upon hearing this, everyone around gasped in shock.

"Holy crap, has this Southeast Asian bumpkin gone mad? How dare he talk to the Smiling Buddha like that?"

"The Smiling Buddha is the boss of the Dragon Seeking Society, notoriously ruthless. So what if this kid has 20 billion? On the high seas, you can't make money without being able to spend it!"

The black-clad bodyguards behind the Smiling Buddha were immediately enraged. Two of them immediately lifted the hem of their suits, their hands already gripping the gun handles, staring intently at Lin Chen, as if they were ready to fire at the Smiling Buddha's command.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall instantly plummeted to freezing point.

However, Lin Chen acted as if nothing had happened, even glaring defiantly at the bodyguards: "What? Want to use a gun? When I was playing with an AK, you guys were still wearing open-crotch pants!"

Just as the conflict was about to escalate, the Smiling Buddha suddenly raised his hand and stopped his men.

He reached up and wiped the cigarette ash from his face, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart.

In the eyes of the Smiling Buddha, the truly terrifying opponent is someone who cannot show their emotions and is extremely cunning. But this Chatchai before him, though arrogant, wears his heart on his sleeve, is utterly vulgar, and is a complete fool whose brain has been burned by money.

To deal with such a fool, there's no need for knives or guns. Just set a trap at the auction table, and you can squeeze his 20 billion clean.

"Boss, you're certainly straightforward." The Smiling Buddha forced another smile, his tone even more contemptuous. "Since you're here to hunt for treasure, I hope the items up for auction will satisfy you. Let's go."

After saying that, the Smiling Buddha turned and left with his bodyguards.

Watching the Smiling Buddha's departing figure, Lin Chen stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray, a cold laugh escaping his lips.

Old fox, do you really think I'm a brainless fat sheep?