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

Inside the abandoned theater, the glaring strobe lights continued to flash tirelessly.

Chu Yunzhou stared at Lin Chen, who was so close at hand, and his legs trembled uncontrollably. His eight hypnotic assassins, whom he was so proud of, were now scattered below the stage like a pile of tattered sacks, their broken bones even piercing through their skin and exposed to the air.

The man in front of her didn't even have the slightest problem with his breathing.

Fear, like thorny vines, tightly gripped Chu Yunzhou's heart. He retreated repeatedly, his leather shoes screeching on the broken glass.

Taking two steps back, a hint of madness suddenly flashed in Chu Yunzhou's eyes.

He abruptly reached into the inside pocket of his tuxedo. Hidden there was a miniature remote control, connected to high-energy explosives mounted on the theater's supporting pillars. Since he couldn't destroy the other with his spirit, he'd take them both down with him!

However, his hand had only just touched the edge of the pocket.

Lin Chen moved.

[Ding! God-level magic hand speed activated!]

Chu Yunzhou only felt a blur before his eyes and didn't see Lin Chen's movements clearly before the miniature remote control in his inner pocket was already in Lin Chen's hand.

Lin Chen glanced down at the remote control in his hand, casually stuffed it into his pocket, and then without saying a word, swung his right hand in a wide arc and slapped it hard across the face!

"Snapped!"

The crisp, loud slap even drowned out the high-frequency noise coming from the surrounding speakers.

The force of the slap was astonishing. Chu Yunzhou was thrown off the ground, spun halfway through the air, and crashed heavily onto the hard wooden floor of the stage.

His nose bridge broke on the spot, and his gold-rimmed glasses, which symbolized his refinement and erudition, shattered into countless shards, along with a few bloody back teeth, which flew far away.

"Ugh..."

Chu Yunzhou clutched his face in agony, blood gushing out between his fingers. Half of his face swelled up to a purplish-red color at a visible speed, and he could barely open his eyes.

But he was, after all, a dangerous master of psychological manipulation. Under the stimulation of excruciating pain, he unleashed the instinctive counterattack of a wild beast on the verge of death.

He suddenly raised his head and stared intently into Lin Chen's eyes.

In that instant, Chu Yunzhou's pupils, which had been unfocused by fear, suddenly underwent a strange change. His pupils contracted sharply, the whites of his eyes became bloodshot, and his entire eyeball seemed to transform into a deep, spiraling vortex.

This is his trump card – close-range deep mental penetration!

Without any equipment assistance, by concentrating all mental energy on one point, and through the instant of eye contact, forcibly destroying the other person's prefrontal cortex, turning them into an idiot instantly.

"Trying to hypnotize me?"

Lin Chen looked into Chu Yunzhou's strange eyes and went to meet him without any hesitation.

[Ding! God-level hypnosis has been activated!]

If Chu Yunzhou's mental piercing was a sharp steel needle, then the mental power that Lin Chen was unleashing at this moment was a devastating level twelve tsunami!

Their eyes met in the air.

Chu Yunzhou's previously ferocious expression froze instantly.

He felt as if his brain had been struck head-on by a massive iron hammer weighing a thousand pounds, producing a deafening "buzz." Lin Chen vanished before his eyes, and the entire abandoned theater disappeared as well.

dark.

The boundless darkness completely engulfed him like a tidal wave.

Chu Yunzhou found himself in a bottomless abyss. The surrounding temperature was bone-chillingly cold, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and formaldehyde.

"Professor Chu...why are you doing this to me...?"

A mournful, hollow voice came from all directions.

Chu Yunzhou looked up in horror and saw countless pale faces floating densely above the abyss.

There's the gallery owner's face with that eerie clown smile; the distorted faces of the elderly people in the welfare home who were used as experimental subjects; and the innocent victims who were tortured to death by him using infrasound.

Their eyes were bleeding, their mutilated mouths were open, and countless pale hands reached out to grab him frantically.

"Get out of my way! All of you, get out of my way! I am an art master! I am your god!"

Chu Yunzhou frantically waved his hands in the illusion, trying to drive away these wronged souls.

But he soon discovered that he could no longer move his body.

He looked down and found himself tightly bound to a cold operating table. A blinding operating light shone overhead, and several faceless monsters, wielding rusty scalpels and chainsaws, slowly approached him.

"No...don't come any closer!"

The monster ignored his pleas for mercy and sliced ​​open his scalp with its rusty scalpel.

The excruciating pain of his scalp being torn apart bit by bit and his skull being sawed open was transmitted clearly to every nerve in his body. Chu Yunzhou could even hear the sound of the saw teeth rubbing against his bones!

Lin Chen's god-level hypnosis not only amplified his fear, but also perfectly simulated real pain!

in the real world.

Chu Yunzhou rolled and convulsed wildly on the stage floor like a dead fish thrown onto the shore.

He gripped his scalp tightly with both hands, tearing out clumps of hair, his fingernails scratching out more than a dozen bloody cuts on his scalp.

"Kill me...please kill me!"

Chu Yunzhou let out a bloodcurdling scream, his voice hoarse and cracked from extreme fear. His physical defenses completely collapsed; his crotch was soaked, and excrement and urine flowed freely, emitting a nauseating stench.

Snot and tears mixed with blood smeared all over his face. He desperately banged his head against the hard wooden floor, trying to escape the endless torture of being slowly sliced ​​to death in his mind by physically losing consciousness.

Lin Chen stood with his hands in his pockets, looking down at Chu Yunzhou, who was rolling around in excrement and blood.

His gaze was as cold as if he were looking at a pile of unrecyclable garbage.

"Enjoy this abyss slowly; you dug it yourself."

Lin Chen turned and walked off the stage, picked up a machete from the ground, and threw it hard at the main power control box in the corner of the theater.

"Bang!"

Sparks flew, and the ear-piercing high-frequency sound waves and flashing lights stopped abruptly. The entire theater fell into a deathly silence, with only Chu Yunzhou's increasingly faint wails remaining.