He had just married a policewoman when he was diagnosed with criminal genius.

Lu Chen squatted down and unzipped the bag.

Something shiny was sticking out of the bag.

Handcuffs. A bunch of handcuffs.

Brother Long, who was closest, suddenly narrowed his eyes and almost jumped out of his chair. His hand was already on his waist; if he didn't know he couldn't beat Lu Chen, he would have already made a move.

Everyone around was stunned. The once bustling warehouse fell silent instantly. Seventy or eighty pairs of eyes stared at the pile of handcuffs, and no one spoke.

Lu Chen raised his head, looked at the expressions on the faces of the people around him, and smiled.

"Don't be afraid," he said. "Don't be afraid."

"Boss, what's wrong with you...?" Hua Zi's voice trembled slightly.

"I bought these handcuffs on the black market," Lu Chen said. "Many of you have probably dealt with these before. Once you're handcuffed, you basically can't escape."

No one responded. Everyone was waiting for him to continue.

"But," Lu Chen paused, "what if we could open the handcuffs ourselves?"

Someone paused for a moment, then asked, "Open it?"

"Yes," Lu Chen said, "Open it yourself, then find a chance to escape."

He patted the pile of handcuffs: "You can't run away when you're handcuffed because your hands are cuffed. But if you can unlock them yourself, it's the same as not being handcuffed at all. With your familiarity with this area, once you run away, find a place to hide, where are the police going to find you?"

People started nodding in agreement.

"The boss is right," Old Dog said. "If you're handcuffed, you can't run away, but if you can unlock yourself..."

"The problem is, how do we open it?" someone shouted.

Lu Chen smiled and took a paperclip out of his pocket.

He straightened the paperclip, bent it slightly, then picked up a pair of handcuffs and snapped them onto his left hand.

Everyone in the warehouse was staring at him.

Lu Chen stretched his right hand behind his back, so it couldn't be seen. But his fingers were moving.

Three seconds.

"Click."

The handcuffs snapped open.

The warehouse exploded.

Holy crap!

"What kind of operation is this?"

"Boss, that's amazing!"

Lu Chen removed the handcuffs, held them up, and shook them: "Did you see clearly?"

"No!" everyone shouted in unison, "Too fast!"

"Demonstrate it again?"

"want!"

Lu Chen handcuffed himself again. This time he slowed down, inserted a paperclip into the keyhole, and gently turned it with his fingers.

"Click."

"Did you see it clearly?"

"I saw it clearly! I saw it clearly!"

Someone shouted, "Boss, this technique is amazing! Can you teach us?"

"Exactly! Once you learn this, you won't be afraid of getting caught!"

Lu Chen nodded with a smile: "I will definitely teach you. That's why I called you here today."

He was about to continue when someone suddenly asked, "Boss, what if we don't have paperclips? We can't exactly carry them around, can we?"

"Yeah, what if they search us?"

"If someone sees you taking it out, then it's fine, isn't it?"

Lu Chen looked at them and smiled: "Who said you have to use a paperclip?"

He raised his hand and plucked a hair from his head.

"This will work too."

Everyone's eyes widened.

Lu Chen handcuffed himself and then stuffed the strand of hair into the keyhole.

With a gentle twist of the finger.

"Click."

The handcuffs snapped open.

Silence fell over the warehouse.

There was silence for two or three seconds.

Then it exploded even more violently.

"Can hair be used to unlock doors?"

"What kind of amazing technology is this?"

"Boss, are your hands blessed?"

Even Brother Long sat up straight, staring at the strand of hair in Lu Chen's hand for a long time before turning to Lu Chen: "Little Lu, is this technique... for real?"

"I'm serious," Lu Chen said.

"Hair is fine too?"

"Hair is fine too."

Brother Long was silent for a moment, then said, "You teach me."

Lu Chen smiled: "I'll teach you. My word is my bond."

He emptied all the handcuffs from his bag and spread them all over the floor.

"One set for each person," Lu Chen said. "Today we'll practice with paperclips first, and then we'll practice with hair after we've mastered those."

As soon as Lu Chen finished speaking, the pickpockets below couldn't wait any longer.

"Our leader is so kind; he taught us such a useful skill right away."

"If I learn this skill, I won't be afraid of getting caught by the cops anymore."

Give me a pair of handcuffs.

"I want one too."

Lu Chen looked at the excited expressions on the faces of the people below.

There was absolutely no doubt that there was something wrong with this.

It seems the "Bewitching Words" skill is quite effective; they have no doubt about what they said.

Hua Zi was the first to rush forward, picked up a pair of handcuffs, and examined them from all angles.

Then he looked up at Lu Chen and asked, "Boss, this thing... can really be opened with hair?"

"You'll know once you try it," Lu Chen said with a smile.

Hua Zi plucked a hair from his head and poked it into the keyhole.

no response.

Another poke.

Still no response.

"Boss, what's going on?"

Lu Chen walked over, took his hand, and adjusted his hair: "You need to position your fingers like this, yes, at this angle. Then gently turn them, do you feel it?"

"I can feel it!" Hua Zi's eyes lit up.

"Click."

The handcuffs are off.

Hua Zi held up the handcuffs, stunned for a full five seconds. Then he laughed, a laugh as happy as if he'd found money: "I opened them! I opened them!"

People gathered around to watch.

After Hua Zi's experiment, everyone was even more eager to learn this skill.

So Lu Chen instructed Hua Zi, "Hua Zi, give each of the brothers a pair of handcuffs."

"Let them practice first."

"Okay, sure."

Hua Zi picked up the bag of handcuffs and began distributing them one by one. One pair for each person.

Soon, a series of metallic clanging sounds filled the warehouse, like construction work. Some people were examining the handcuffs closely, while others tried to poke paperclips into the keyholes, but couldn't open them no matter how hard they tried.

Lu Chen looked at them and said, "It's different to open a machine with the handle in your hand than to open it with your hands cuffed."

Someone looked up: "Boss, what does that mean?"

"What I mean is, you have to practice handcuffed," Lu Chen said. "With your hands handcuffed, your wrists can't move, and the way you use your fingers is completely different from when you're holding the object. If you don't practice handcuffed, it's a waste of time."

Everyone was stunned for a moment. Then someone was the first to handcuff themselves.

"Click."

"Click."

"Click."

The sound of handcuffs being put on echoed through the warehouse. Most of the people were handcuffing themselves for the first time. Some handcuffed themselves too tightly, causing pain in their wrists, and quickly loosened and re-handcuffed. Others handcuffed themselves too loosely, their hands slipping out, and tightened them again. It took quite a while before everyone was finally handcuffed.

A group of people stood in the warehouse, their hands cuffed in front of them, looking down at the keyhole.

The scene looked a bit comical, like they were doing some kind of weird team-building activity.

Someone tried inserting a paperclip into it, but after poking around for a long time, there was no reaction.

"Boss, this hole is too small, we can't get it in."

"Try looking at it from a different angle."

The man tried a different angle, but still couldn't get it in.

"It still doesn't work."

"Change it again."

"Boss, is my paperclip too thick?"

Lu Chen walked over and took a look: "It's not thick, it's just that your hand is shaking."

"I'm nervous."

"What are you so nervous about? Nobody's going to arrest you."

The man gave a wry smile and continued stabbing.

In the corner, Brother Long also took out a pair of handcuffs.

He looked at it for a long time, then handcuffed himself.

He didn't say anything or ask for help. He just kept his head down and took a paperclip to stick into the keyhole.

He poked it a few times, but it didn't open. He poked it a few more times, but it still didn't open.

He frowned, changed his angle, and continued to poke.

It's still not open.

The warehouse was bustling with activity. Seventy or eighty people, all handcuffed, were squatting on the ground practicing lock picking.

Lu Chen stood in the middle, looking at the group of people. He checked his phone: 12:30 AM.

It's almost time.

Ten minutes ago, when he felt that almost everyone had arrived, he quietly sent a signal to Director Ding.

The estimated time is almost up.