Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

In Chapter 107, am I about to explain myself?
The voice was sharp and familiar.

Suppressed anger and deliberate arrogance echoed clearly downstairs in the apartment building.

"...It's this building! The fourth floor! Let me tell you, that little bastard is a complete scoundrel! I'm so old, and he just publicly insulted me like that, huh? 'Idiot'?! Is that even human language?!"

It was her, that old woman.

An amazing person I met at Cainiao Post Station.

The night breeze in July was slightly cool.

The fresh scent of newly trimmed grass and trees from the community's green belt seeped through the half-open window of the study.

Platinum rolled over on the rag at his feet, letting out a satisfied murmur.

The conversation, neither too loud nor too soft, was like a pebble thrown into a still lake, creating ripples.

For Chen Baiyu, who has 7.5 times the physical strength, her hearing is more than enough to easily capture most of the noise in the entire building.

However, in his usual auditory world, there is an information filter built by his subconscious, which filters out all the complicated information that is irrelevant to him.

This mechanism prevented him from being burdened by his increasingly powerful senses.

now.

The sounds coming from downstairs were information he had precisely captured and associated with, instantly embedding themselves accurately into his auditory center.

Chen Baiyu couldn't help but pay more attention.

Go listen to what's going on downstairs.

A younger, slightly hurried male voice, tinged with a hint of persuasion, rang out: "Mom, keep your voice down, it's already eight or nine o'clock at night. Honestly, why are you arguing with people..."

"Arguing? Me, arguing?!" The old woman's voice suddenly rose. "He's the one who swore! I just said his dog's stew smelled good, who knew he'd be so sensitive? That look in his eyes... tsk, you didn't see it, it was like he wanted to beat me to death on the spot! Do you think I'm easily scared? This is a society governed by law, what can he do to me?!"

"Oh dear, Mom, you still say that! Anyone would feel uncomfortable hearing that!"

"Alright, alright, let's go upstairs and talk to them properly. We can at least get them to apologize, right? All this fussing and yelling..."

The man seemed to have a headache.

"Apologize? Hmph, you must apologize! And it must be a sincere apology!"

"Let me tell you, don't let his respectable appearance fool you, he's no good! I see so many lights on in his room, he's definitely up to something... Hurry! 404!"

The old woman spoke rapidly, her words punctuated by the clinking of her keys.

Chen Baiyu sat at his desk.

His expression remained calm and expressionless; he didn't even raise an eyebrow.

The commotion downstairs was deliberately suppressed.

For most people, it's just a slightly clearer human voice amidst a noisy background.

But it was extremely clear to him.

He could even clearly discern the frequency and weight of their footsteps. The man's footsteps carried the steadiness of youth and a hint of barely perceptible unease, while the old woman's footsteps were sharp, weak, and slammed angrily onto the stair steps.

For ordinary people, they can't even hear the footsteps clearly.

But for him, not only could he hear clearly, he could also easily distinguish the differences between footsteps.

One floor, two floors, three floors...

The voices grew closer, and the content of the conversation became clearer in his mind: the young man's attempt to reason with him, the old woman's repeated emphasis on "humiliation" and "danger," interspersed with a few malicious speculations about Bai Jin and his residence.

Just as the two finally arrived at the door of the fourth floor, their heavy footsteps stopped at the door of room 404, and their slightly heavy breathing could be clearly heard.

Just as the son-in-law seemed to be reaching out his hand to make a fist in preparation for knocking on the door...

"Click."

The heavy security door, as if it had a life of its own, opened outwards calmly and without warning.

The speed was not fast, but it had an undeniable smoothness, hovering perfectly in front of the two people's outstretched arms outside the door.

Two people stood under the warm yellow motion-activated lights in the hallway outside the door.

On the left is the old woman with curly hair and a floral shirt from the afternoon. Now, her face is a mixture of anger that she feels increasingly offended and a trace of fear that lingered from noon.

On the right is a young man in his late twenties, wearing glasses. He is of medium build, wearing a neatly ironed gray shirt, and his hair is combed meticulously.

His outstretched hand remained frozen in mid-air.

His face showed pure astonishment; he clearly hadn't expected the door to open at that moment.

The older woman was startled by the sudden opening of the door and instinctively took a half step back, but then seemed to gain confidence from the presence of the man beside her.

She straightened her back, forcing a show of bravado on her face, but revealing a hidden cowardice beneath: "...You! You opened the door pretty quickly, huh? You knew we were coming, didn't you?"

She lowered her voice, ultimately not daring to raise it as loudly as she had in the afternoon.

The chill from Chen Baiyu's indifferent gaze, as if looking at a dead object, had not yet completely dissipated in the afternoon.

Before Chen Baiyu could respond.

She immediately followed the rehearsed script, pointed at Chen Baiyu, and interrupted in a slightly shrill voice, "This is my son-in-law! A college graduate, educated!"

"What did you call me in front of so many people at the Cainiao Post Station this afternoon? 'Idiot!' Huh! You even cursed me to die, didn't you?!"

"How can you have such a sharp tongue, young man? Have you no manners?!"

"Let me tell you, this isn't over! You have to give me an explanation today, a proper closure! Otherwise..."

Her voice paused for a moment, as if searching for more favorable words: "Otherwise, we can go to the community or the property management office and talk to them!"

The son-in-law next to him adjusted his glasses at the opportune moment.

His gaze, behind the glasses, swept quickly and carefully across Chen Baiyu's face.

He observed that the face was excessively young, yet there was none of the panic or anger that a young person would show when confronted; there was only an unfathomable calm.

This tranquility, however, brings an invisible pressure.

He glanced again at Chen Baiyu's posture inside the door—relaxed, yet seemingly containing a power that could be unleashed at any moment.

Finally, his gaze fell on Chen Baiyu's fingers gripping the doorframe. The knuckles were distinct, extremely steady, without the slightest tremor.

This son-in-law is clearly a person with good observation skills. He habitually gathers information and assesses the situation, trying to find a starting point for "reasoning".

He cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound calm and reasonable: "Hello, my friend. My mother is getting old and sometimes speaks a bit directly, which may have offended your dog. She reflected on it after she got home this afternoon."

The old woman rolled her eyes.

"However, regardless of the circumstances, directly insulting an elder, even saying things like 'Why don't you just die?' is indeed very inappropriate and has caused great harm to our family. As her family, we also hope..."

The son-in-law spoke slowly and logically, attempting to resolve the conflict through communication.

But in Chen Baiyu's view, this kind of refined "reasoning" attitude is nothing more than entanglement in a different form.

"I hope your mom does."

Chen Baiyu's voice was not loud, but it was as clear as ice falling to the ground, instantly interrupting her son-in-law's seemingly refined opening remarks.

He raised his eyelids, his calm, unwavering eyes looking at the two people at the door. There was no anger in his eyes, only an almost absurd disbelief.

It's like wondering why there are so many idiots in the world.

It's one thing to see so many idiots online.

He could have assumed those idiotic comments were just bored people trolling. But looking at it now...

Perhaps there really are a lot of idiots in the world, and perhaps reality is even less illogical than fiction.

Are the people behind many so-called phishing posts really idiots?
Between the ears is a strange feature that scientists cannot explain, and on the neck are dietary taboos passed down through generations of Hui people.

"Explanation? Explanation?"

Are you worthy?

Chen Baiyu questioned him very directly.

Do you think you're Han Li who has finally reached the Nascent Soul stage? Do you have to give an explanation to everyone you meet?
Why is your face so big?

The son-in-law was speechless at this blunt question.

His face stiffened, and the words he had prepared were suddenly stuck in his throat.

The old woman's face flushed instantly. She wanted to retort but couldn't find a point to make, so she could only stubbornly shout, "I was just joking! You have to..."

"joke?"

"You call that a joke?"

"Well, I think you're such an old man, your meat must be tough and won't stew until it's tender, right? Don't you find that funny?"

Chen Baiyu really couldn't help but want to laugh.

His gaze was sharp as a knife, piercing straight at the son-in-law who was still adjusting his glasses.

The son-in-law's face turned pale instantly, and his eyes behind his glasses became panicked. He subconsciously avoided Chen Baiyu's gaze.

It wasn't because the rhetorical question was too sharp or too concrete, making it impossible for him to imagine that scene happening to his own mother.

It was not because of that gaze that amplified the sense of oppression.

The invisible pressure emanating from the person opposite him made it hard for him to breathe.

"I have neither the mood nor the time to argue with creatures that can't understand human language or distinguish right from wrong."

"Your whole family is so eccentric and always looking for trouble. The problem isn't your legs, it's your brains that need to be checked."

"If you're sick, go to the hospital. Now, immediately, get as far away as you can."

Chen Baiyu's gaze swept over the two of them.

The meaning in his eyes was crystal clear, as if he were looking at two annoying roadblocks.

The last word, "get lost," was still spoken at a low volume.

But in the quiet stairwell, it struck the hearts of the two people at the door like an invisible hammer.

Chen Baiyu took a small half-step forward, and the immense aura contained in his physique, which was 7.5 times that of an ordinary person, was released without reservation.

It wasn't a murderous aura, but a higher-dimensional, pure, and overwhelming sense of presence, like a tiger issuing a low but majestic declaration to a jackal that had invaded its territory.

It seemed as if all the oxygen in the air had been sucked away instantly.

The son-in-law is the first to be affected.

His initial composure and rationality in trying to reason with Chen Baiyu completely vanished under the crushing aura of Chen Baiyu.

he realized.

If I say any more, this man in front of me might really make a move.

Based on his observations, he realized that his frail body was no match for the opponent.

So in just a moment, the color drained from his face, turning it bluish-purple.

The pupils behind the glasses dilated slightly with shock.

The old woman was so frightened by this aura that she took two steps back, her back slamming against the opposite wall with a thud. The arrogant and tough facade on her face instantly crumbled, leaving only pure shock and fear.

That feeling of my heart being clenched again came fiercely back in the afternoon.

His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The son-in-law panicked upon seeing this.

He didn't even dare to say a single polite word.

Instinctively, he quickly reached out and grabbed his mother, whose legs were trembling with fear.

The old woman had lost all her temper at this moment, letting her son-in-law drag her along, her body almost being half-supported and half-carried, staggering backward.

He didn't dare to look at her for long, and practically crawled and dragged his mother along.

The two of them slunk away, looking utterly disheveled, and quickly disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

The hurried, frantic, and stumbling footsteps faded into the distance, like two startled birds desperately fleeing a lion's den, their earlier clamor completely dissipating into the night.

The hallway returned to quiet.

Only the motion-activated lights, having lost their continuous noise, quietly went out after a short delay, casting a soft shadow over the unit door.

"Clap."

Chen Baiyu casually closed the door and lightly locked it, the crisp sound particularly clear in the quiet hallway.

The immense sense of oppression vanished instantly.

It was as if the scene of unleashing a thunderous rage and scaring away the two uninvited guests with sheer force was just an illusion.

"Wait until I ascend the throne."

"We should send all the idiots in the world to Siberia to dig potatoes."

The murmur carried a hint of helplessness.

Faced with such a real idiot.

He truly felt a sense of powerlessness, as if facing the trial mission of the God of Blasphemy.

I'd rather not kill them than get my hands dirty.

To be honest, the system really should give us a magic spell like "No Unauthorized Persons Allowed, Stupid People Expelled".

When the time comes, we'll put a magic circle like this in our home. It will automatically detect the intelligence of anyone trying to enter, causing all idiots to subconsciously stay away without even realizing it.

Please! System, please upload the link quickly!

This was really useful to him.

While thinking.

He turned and walked briskly back to his study.

On the screen, the DaVinci Resolve interface was still there, and the computer fan was still humming softly and steadily.

Platinum seemed to be startled by the sound of the door opening and closing. It opened its eyes groggily on the tattered cloth and looked at its owner blankly.

She let out another sob, curled up, and fell asleep again.

Chen Baiyu sat down at the computer, put on her headphones, and refocused her attention on the jumping frames and nodes on the screen, beginning a new round of editing work.

(End of this chapter)