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

The next morning.

The headquarters of the Yip Group at the IFC Mall in Beijing.

Lin Chen, dressed casually, swaggered into the lobby on the first floor. The several attractive receptionists at the front desk, instead of stopping him, stood ramrod straight, their eyes gleaming with barely concealed excitement and respect.

Good morning, Mr. Lin!

They all knew that this seemingly young man was the absolute Achilles' heel of their icy female CEO.

Lin Chen smiled and nodded, then took the president's private elevator to the top floor.

Pushing open the heavy double wooden door to the president's office, Ye Qingcheng was sitting behind a large desk, dressed in a well-tailored black business suit.

Seeing Lin Chen enter, Ye Qingcheng immediately put down her pen, her previously cold and powerful aura vanishing instantly. She strode over in her high heels, took Lin Chen's arm, and personally pulled him to sit down on the sofa.

"Honey, I've made some progress on the money flow you asked me to investigate."

As Ye Qingcheng spoke, she turned and went to the coffee machine, personally poured Lin Chen a cup of black coffee, and handed it to him.

Then, she took a thick document from her desk and placed it on the coffee table in front of Lin Chen, her expression becoming somewhat serious.

Lin Chen took a sip of coffee and his gaze fell on the report.

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Lin Chen's gaze swept across the densely packed numbers, account codes, and fund flow charts on the reports like a high-tech scanner. What would take an ordinary person a month to sort out was instantly transformed into a remarkably clear model in Lin Chen's mind.

"In the past month, the financial movements of five of Beijing's top billionaires have been quite suspicious."

Ye Qingcheng pointed to several names on the first page of the report.

"Zhang Hongwei, who makes his fortune in real estate in the south of the city; Li Wanshan, who started his business in coal mining in the western suburbs; and Old Chen, who does ocean trade..." Ye Qingcheng rattled off five prominent names in Beijing's business circles.

"These five individuals are secretly selling off their non-core assets, including stocks, real estate, and even overseas trust funds. They are acting swiftly, even at a discount."

"How much money did they raise in total?" Lin Chen asked.

"More than 20 billion in cash." Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath. "These people usually have no business dealings with each other, and they even have grudges against each other. But their actions this time are surprisingly consistent."

Lin Chen flipped through the reports: "The only thing they have in common is that they are all over seventy years old and suffer from serious chronic illnesses, right?"

Ye Qingcheng nodded, a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes: "That's right. Zhang Hongwei has end-stage uremia, and Li Wanshan has severe heart failure. But the strangest thing is that this huge sum of 20 billion yuan did not go into any hospital's account."

She turned to the last page of the report and pointed to a complex chart of fund flows.

"This money was laundered through dozens of offshore accounts, changed hands hundreds of times, and finally all flowed to an institution called 'Yunyin Health and Wellness Center' on the southwestern border."

Lin Chen threw the report on the coffee table and let out a cold laugh.

"A health and wellness center? I'm afraid it's a den of monsters that devour people without spitting out the bones."

In an instant, Lin Chen perfectly connected the mutated fungus on Old Wang's body last night with the unusual behavior of these five wealthy men in his mind.

"Qingcheng, have you ever heard of the 'Longevity Club' in Beijing's underground circles?" Lin Chen asked casually, leaning back on the sofa.

Ye Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, then her expression changed slightly.

"I've heard about it. I heard it's a mysterious little circle that only admits the top billionaires. They claim to have mastered some kind of groundbreaking biotechnology that can make people young again. The membership fee is a billion. I always thought it was just a scam."

"It's definitely a scam, but it's not just about taking money."

Lin Chen straightened up, his eyes cold.

"This is not rejuvenation at all. They are using genetically modified mutant fungi to directly parasitize the brains and spinal cords of these wealthy individuals."

Lin Chen explained in the simplest terms: "When fungi multiply in the body, they wildly stimulate the body's neurons, causing them to secrete large amounts of dopamine and adrenaline. This can give wealthy people who are originally terminally ill the illusion that they are extremely energetic and even that their physical functions have returned to their peak."

"But what actually happened?" Ye Qingcheng felt a chill run down her spine.

"In reality, the fungi are frantically overdrawing their remaining vitality. It's like forcibly injecting aviation fuel into a car that's about to be scrapped," Lin Chen said coldly. "When their vitality is completely drained, the fungi will burst out of their bodies. They will become mindless monsters that only know how to bite."

Old Wang's miserable state in the emergency room last night was the most realistic portrayal. Old Wang was just an unlucky guy who accidentally got infected while transporting spores, while these wealthy people are willingly spending billions to inject this death warrant into their own bodies.

Ye Qingcheng was horrified. She was usually ruthless in the business world, but she still felt a chill of fear when faced with such an extremely inhumane biochemical method.

She instinctively clung tightly to Lin Chen's arm, her body trembling slightly.

"Honey, this is terrifying. If these five wealthy men contract the disease and it mutates in Beijing, the consequences would be unimaginable. What should we do?"

Lin Chen patted Ye Qingcheng's hand.

"Don't be afraid. Since they dare to extend their reach into the capital, I'll chop their claws off at the root."