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

High-frequency sound waves raged wildly inside the abandoned theater.

The air seemed to have turned into a solid substance, pressing heavily on every inch of space.

The flashing lights are like countless sharp blades of light, relentlessly cutting into people's visual nerves.

Chu Yunzhou stood on the stage, his eyes burning with fervor.

This equipment is his ultimate mental weapon, built at great expense. Even an adult elephant standing here would die within ten seconds if its cerebral blood vessels burst.

However, ten seconds passed.

Half a minute passed.

Chu Yunzhou's fanatical smile gradually froze, and his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

Despite the flashing, blinding light, Lin Chen remained standing quietly in place.

His hands remained in his pockets, his back ramrod straight, and he didn't even furrow his brow.

Those infrasound waves that could drive a person mad, those flashing lights that could blind a person, when they hit him, were like an insignificant breeze.

[Ding! God-level hearing shielding physical protection has been activated!]

Lin Chen's brain automatically filtered out all harmful wavelengths.

The unassuming diamond earring he wore on his left ear—a military-grade "acoustic shield"—was operating at high capacity, releasing an invisible layer of reverse-cancelling sound waves that rendered all infrasound and ultrasound within a meter ineffective.

"This...this is impossible!"

Chu Yunzhou's hand holding the baton began to tremble violently, and his voice revealed undisguised terror.

His ultimate killing move, which he was so proud of, had absolutely no effect on the man in front of him!

This completely overturned his understanding!

"Is that all you've got?"

Lin Chen slowly took a step forward amidst the flashing lights.

He walked step by step toward the stage, stepping over the shards of glass scattered on the ground.

Although the footsteps were not loud, to Chu Yunzhou they sounded as heavy as if they were stepping on his heart.

"Don't come any closer! Kill him! Kill him right now!"

Bajiquan, the Mountain-Pulling Strike!

"Snap!"

A sickening sound of bones cracking suddenly rang out.

The burly assassin, weighing over 200 pounds, had his sternum caved in dramatically in an instant. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, flying more than ten meters away before crashing heavily against the wall. When he slid down, he was already a pile of mud, without even twitching.

One-hit kill!

The remaining seven assassins, completely unaware of fear, continued to frantically surround them.

Lin Chen snorted coldly, his figure turning into a blur as he charged directly into the encirclement of the assassins.

The aesthetics of violence were on full display at this moment.

A knife swept across from the left, and Lin Chen's left hand reached out precisely, gripping the opponent's wrist like an iron clamp.

Immediately afterwards, he used his right hand, fingers together like a knife, to stab the nerve in the other person's elbow.

"Crack!"

The assassin's arm joint was instantly dislocated, and the machete fell to the ground. Lin Chen followed up with a powerful whip kick, striking the man directly in the temple and sending him flying.

Two assassins on the right attacked simultaneously.

Lin Chen leaned back suddenly, braced himself with his hands on the ground, and kicked out with his legs like a windmill.

Precise, ruthless, and without the slightest unnecessary movement.

Each collision between the sole of the foot and flesh was accompanied by a dull thud and the sound of bones breaking.

Less than a minute.

The eight hypnotic assassins, who had initially appeared menacing, were now all limp on the ground.

Some had their limbs completely broken, while others were struck in acupoints and fell into a deep coma.

Apart from the buzzing of high-frequency sound waves, there was no other living person standing in the entire hall.

Lin Chen patted the dust off his suit, his breathing perfectly steady.

He raised his head, his gaze fixed on the man on the stage whose face had turned ashen.

Lin Chen walked up the steps of the stage step by step, and finally stood in front of Chu Yunzhou.

The distance between the two was less than half a meter.

Chu Yunzhou trembled all over, and the baton in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

His prized intelligence, his godlike art, and his meticulously planned killing schemes were utterly crushed in the face of absolute violence and power, leaving not even a trace.

"Your art is too fragile."

Lin Chen looked down at him, his voice icy and chilling.