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

After resolving the little incident involving Zhang Jianguo, who was oblivious to his own fate, Lin Chen's life returned to normal.

These past few days, he's been staying in the courtyard house, spending his time researching the new skills the system has given him, preparing medicinal meals for the four stunning beauties, and discussing the mysteries of human origins in the evenings. He's living a shameless life.

It happened to be the weekend.

Lin Chen drove his unassuming bulletproof Phaeton back to the old town to visit his parents.

The streets of the old town were still so narrow, lined with old plane trees. Lin Chen parked his car at the entrance of the alley, carrying bags of nutritional supplements as he walked into his familiar little courtyard.

"Dad, Mom, I'm home."

As soon as I entered the door, I saw my mother, Zhang Xiumei, busy in the kitchen, with pork ribs stewing in a pot, the aroma filling the air.

Lin Haifeng, the father, sat in an old rattan chair in the courtyard, holding a purple clay teapot in his hand, and wearing the dark gray bulletproof vest that Lin Chen had sewn for him by hand last time.

This vest is not only light and breathable, but also has calming herbs sewn inside. Since Lin Haifeng started wearing it, his years-long lumbar muscle strain has been cured. Now he wears it close to his body every day and doesn't even want to take it off when he sleeps.

"Xiao Chen's back! Come on, sit down. Your mom's stewing pork ribs, they'll be ready to eat in a bit." Lin Haifeng greeted his son with a warm smile.

But Lin Chen was incredibly perceptive; he immediately noticed the slight strain in his father's smile and the slight furrow in his brow, as if he had something on his mind.

Lin Chen put down his things, moved a small stool and sat down next to Lin Haifeng. He casually took out a pack of special-supply cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and handed it to his father.

"Dad, what's wrong? You look so worried. Did something happen to the convoy again?" Lin Chen lit a cigarette and asked, exhaling a smoke ring.

Lin Haifeng took the cigarette, lit it with Lin Chen's light, took a deep drag, and sighed.

"Xiao Chen, you don't know. Ever since the manager of that Jetta Logistics Park died, our fleet has changed to a new contractor, which means we have a new boss."

Lin Haifeng exhaled a puff of smoke and lowered his voice, saying, "These past few days, the new and old bosses have insisted that we take a remote route to the southwestern border, saying that the boss pays higher freight rates for goods there, and that one trip can be equivalent to three trips normally."

Lin Chen's eyes flickered: "The southwestern border? What kind of goods are being transported?"

"I don't know, the goods are all in sealed containers, they won't let us see them." Lin Haifeng shook his head, his face showing even more worry. "The key thing is, several of the old guys who ran that route have become strange and erratic since they came back. They used to be quite cheerful, but now they don't talk to anyone, their eyes are fixed on something, it's kind of creepy. There are also two experienced drivers who came back from that trip without even getting paid, they just quit and went back to their hometown, we can't even get through to them on the phone."

Hearing this, Lin Chen's eyes narrowed slightly.

Without hesitation, he activated [God-level Danger Perception].

The system did not issue any sharp alarms, indicating that there is currently no direct danger to Lin Haifeng's life.

But that doesn't mean things are simple.

Lin Chen then activated [God-level Psychological Profiling], and his brain raced as he combined it with his father's description of the abnormal behavior of those experienced drivers.

The container was sealed off, the southwestern border was blocked, freight costs were high, and the driver returned with mental instability...

These clues, when put together, made Lin Chen immediately realize that there was definitely something wrong with this new route!

Although Chu Yunzhou and Song Qingyun have fallen, the waters beneath the surface of the capital are far deeper.

Those hidden black networks seem to be trying to resurface. Or rather, a new force has its eye on the vacuum left by Song Qingyun and wants to take over this transportation line.

"Dad, have you ever run that route?" Lin Chen asked in a deep voice.

"It's not my turn yet. My new boss just called me this morning and told me to drive tomorrow on that southwest route," Lin Haifeng sighed. "I don't feel at ease about it, and I'm hesitating about whether to quit."

"Don't resign." Lin Chen stubbed out his cigarette, his eyes becoming deep and cold.

If someone is indeed behind this, even if Lin Haifeng resigns, he might still be targeted and silenced. The best defense is to take the initiative and nip the danger in the bud.

"Dad, don't go for that route anymore. Take me to the truck depot tomorrow." Lin Chen patted his father's shoulder, his tone exuding an undeniable domineering air. "I want to see what kind of monster this new boss is, daring to set his sights on my father, Lin Chen."

Looking into his son's determined eyes, Lin Haifeng's unease inexplicably dissipated. He knew his son had made a name for himself; even the city police treated him with great respect.

"Okay, Dad will take you tomorrow." Lin Haifeng nodded.

Just then, Zhang Xiumei came out of the kitchen carrying a large bowl of pork rib soup.

"What are you two chatting about so enthusiastically? Hurry up and wash your hands and eat!"

Lin Chen concealed the cold glint in his eyes, put on a smiling face, and stood up: "Mom, I've been craving your stewed ribs for so long."

The family of three sat around the small dining table, enjoying their meal in a harmonious atmosphere.

But Lin Chen was already planning tomorrow's convoy trip.

No matter who is behind this, if they dare to cross him, he will show them what true cruelty is.