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

Lin Chen parked the car and walked into the motorcade gate with his father.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of disinfectant, making people wince. Besides disinfectant, there was also a strong smell of diesel fuel and the acrid smell of burning rubber.

Lin Haifeng coughed twice and pointed to a few old men squatting next to the truck, smoking silently.

"Those are the guys who usually drive long distances with me. I'll go over and ask them what's going on."

Lin Chen followed behind, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings. The convoy occupied a large area, with more than a dozen heavy semi-trailer trucks parked there, but the atmosphere in the entire area was unusually oppressive.

Lin Chen's mind raced.

[Ding! God-level sense of smell activated!]

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

In an instant, Lin Chen's senses were amplified countless times. Amidst the strong smell of disinfectant, his nostrils detected a faint odor.

It smelled like rotting raw meat, mixed with the pungent odor of damp, cold earth that had never seen the sun. The smell was chilling and made one feel uneasy.

At the same time, another notification sounded in Lin Chen's mind.

[Ding! Crime Radar activated!]

In his line of sight, a large, fully enclosed warehouse at the deepest part of the convoy was flashing a faint red light. Although the red light was not dazzling, it conveyed a dangerous signal in Lin Chen's radar vision.

"Old Li, Old Zhang, why are you guys squatting here smoking? Where's Old Wang? Didn't he just come back from driving a truck in the southwest?" Lin Haifeng walked up to the group of experienced drivers and asked.

Several experienced drivers looked up, their faces pale and their eyes bloodshot. One of them, Old Li, sighed and threw his cigarette butt on the ground, stomping it out.

"Don't even mention it. Old Wang was like a lost soul after he came back. He handed over his car keys and went home without saying a word to us."

"Yeah, that trip to the southwest was really weird. Old Wang is usually such a smart guy, but when he came back, his eyes were glazed over, and he looked really creepy."

Lin Haifeng felt uneasy listening to this and was about to ask a few more questions.

Suddenly, a rough and arrogant voice came from not far away.

"What are you doing! What are you doing! Don't you have to work anymore? Gathering here for a meeting!"

Everyone turned to look. A portly, bald man with a large gold chain around his neck swaggered over. Behind him followed four burly men in black suits and sunglasses, exuding the air of mafia bosses.

This man was Zhao Biao, the new boss of the racing team.

Old Li and Old Zhang were so frightened that they quickly stood up and hesitantly called out, "Boss Zhao."

Zhao Biao didn't even glance at them; his gaze fell directly on Lin Haifeng. He extended his thick finger and arrogantly pointed it at Lin Haifeng's nose.

"Old Lin, weren't you supposed to be driving today? I asked you to run the southwest route, but you kept making excuses and haven't even started loading the cargo yet. Do you want to quit?"

Lin Haifeng was an honest and simple man who was usually afraid of causing trouble. When Zhao Biao publicly pointed at him and scolded him like that, his face immediately turned red.

"Boss Zhao, I... I'm getting old, and the mountain roads in the southwest are a lot of them. I'm afraid my body can't handle it."

"Can't handle it? If you can't handle it, why are you driving a big truck? Go home and take care of your grandson!" Zhao Biao mocked mercilessly, his spittle almost landing on Lin Haifeng's face. "Let me tell you, old Lin, if you don't want to work here, get out! There are plenty of people in my fleet who would love to drive that route!"

Lin Haifeng was so embarrassed by the scolding that he clenched his clothes tightly with both hands and couldn't say a word for a long time.

Lin Chen's eyes turned cold.

He strode forward and pulled his father behind him. Lin Chen was a full 1.85 meters tall, and years of training combined with the system's enhancements gave him a terrifying aura of authority.

He simply stood there, and the four bodyguards behind Zhao Biao instinctively took a half step back, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Who are you?" Zhao Biao was taken aback by Lin Chen's imposing manner, but relying on his superior numbers, he still stubbornly asked.

"I am his son." Lin Chen's tone was calm, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

He didn't act immediately. Beating up these small fry was pointless; he needed to find out the source of the fishy smell and what kind of shady dealings were going on along that southwest route.

Lin Chen activated the system skill.

[Ding! Master-level micro-expression analysis is now activated!]

Under his gaze, every muscle twitch and every tiny movement on Zhao Biao's face was laid bare.

Lin Chen noticed that although Zhao Biao looked fierce, there was a sickly weariness in his eyes. More importantly, there was an extremely fine, dark purple powder remaining under the fingernail of the finger Zhao Biao had used to point at Lin Haifeng!

The color of the powder and the earthy smell of rotting flesh in the air instantly created a connection in Lin Chen's mind.

"Boss Zhao is quite arrogant," Lin Chen said casually. "My dad is getting old and really can't drive long distances anymore. We're here today to process our resignation."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Biao immediately let out a cold laugh.

"Resign? Sure! According to the contract, leaving early is a breach of contract, and half of your deposit will be deducted!"

Lin Haifeng panicked upon hearing this: "Boss Zhao, I've worked here for five years, and the previous bosses have never withheld my deposit!"

"The past is the past. Now I'm in charge of the fleet! Either run the southwest route, or get out and have your deposit forfeited. The choice is yours!" Zhao Biao arrogantly raised his head.

Lin Chen didn't get angry; instead, he laughed.

He looked directly into Zhao Biao's eyes, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

"We will not shortchange you a single penny of your deposit. Besides, instead of Boss Zhao showing off here, you should go to the hospital to get your liver function checked."

Zhao Biao was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage: "Are you cursing me, you brat?"

Lin Chen looked at him coldly: "Your eyes are yellowish, your forehead is dark, and your breath has a distinct sour, rotten smell. If I'm not mistaken, you've been experiencing night sweats lately, and you often have a stabbing pain in your upper right abdomen, right?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Biao's expression changed instantly. Because Lin Chen's description of the symptoms was absolutely accurate!

He has indeed been feeling extremely unwell these past few days, especially in his upper right abdomen, which has been so painful that he can't sleep all night.

"How...how did you know?" Zhao Biao's voice betrayed a hint of panic.

"You must have touched something you shouldn't have." Lin Chen didn't explain further, and pulled Lin Haifeng's arm. "Dad, let's go. He'll personally deliver the deposit to our house."

After saying that, Lin Chen turned and left with his father.

Zhao Biao stood there, his face turning pale and then red, before finally bursting into a rage and cursing behind his back.

"You little brat, who the hell are you trying to scare! I'm perfectly healthy! Want your deposit? No way!"

Lin Chen completely ignored the barking dogs behind him.

As Lin Chen passed a heavy truck that had just returned from the southwest route, he subtly paused for half a second.

He casually reached out and ran his hand over the truck's tire mudguard. His fingernail precisely scraped off a bit of dark purple dirt that was stuck to it.

The entire movement was so fluid that no one noticed.

As Lin Haifeng walked out of the convoy gate, he sighed.

"Xiao Chen, why did you provoke him? That deposit was 20,000 yuan, and now it's all gone."

Lin Chen carefully collected the dark purple soil into the sealed bag he carried with him.

"Dad, don't worry about the money. That Zhao Biao won't live much longer; he touched something you absolutely shouldn't have."