Villain? No, I'll catch up with the protagonist after passing the civil service exam.

The clamor inside the stadium momentarily subsided as Zhao Daqiang and his son were escorted into the police car.

The scattered fragments of light sticks, the trampled support banners, and the pairs of red, tear-filled eyes made this once glamorous "dream factory" look like a refugee camp that had just been ransacked.

Tens of thousands of fans stood there, holding their phones, bewildered and at a loss.

After the anger came a profound emptiness.

The money was spent, the dream was shattered, and their idol went to jail. They not only became a laughing stock online, but also lost several months' worth of living expenses.

"Captain Lu, the man has been arrested, and the scene is under control."

Zhao Tiezhu wiped his sweat and ran over to report to the leader, "But how do we evacuate these tens of thousands of people? If this sentiment flares up again, it could easily lead to a stampede."

Lu Jingyan stood in the center of the stage, but did not rush to order an evacuation.

He looked at the young faces below the stage, many of whom were still students in school uniforms. In their eyes, besides anger, there was even more heartache—heartache for the hard-earned money they had saved up to vote for their children.

"Evacuate what?"

Lu Jingyan picked up the microphone again and tapped it twice.

"Pfft, pfft."

The dull sound amplified through the top-of-the-line speakers filled the entire venue, drawing everyone's attention back to the venue.

"Arresting people is just a means to an end. The goal is to minimize losses."

He turned around and looked at the program's financial director, who was huddled in the corner, shivering while clutching his laptop.

"You, come here."

The CFO's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down, barely managing to stay upright by holding onto the mixing console: "Officer... I'm just an accountant, this falsification has nothing to do with me..."

"I didn't say I'd arrest you."

Lu Jingyan pointed to the large screen behind him that still displayed "800,000" votes.

"You have three minutes to change that so-called voting channel into a refund channel."

"Reverse the flow of all backend data and return every penny of the money spent by fans through voting."

The CFO was stunned, and instinctively retorted, "This...this is against the rules! The money has already gone into the company account; it requires approval and processing..."

"rule?"

Several other talent shows that were either in preparation, currently airing, or had already completed their auditions issued emergency announcements overnight.

[Due to technical reasons, this program is temporarily suspended. The resumption date will be announced later.]

In response to the call, this program will immediately cease all voting and voting activities, and advocates for rational idol worship.

Our company has decided to permanently shut down our talent show operations...

Those capitalists who made a fortune by exploiting the public, manipulating data, and praising the royal family were so frightened that they embroidered red flags overnight, fearing that they would be the next ones to have their doors kicked open by Lu Jingyan.

On Weibo's trending topics list, the hashtag #LuJingyanTheTalentShowTerminator# went viral, turning a deep red.

The comments from netizens were quite interesting:

"Hilarious! Officer Lu single-handedly shut down the domestic talent show industry!"

"This isn't just a refund; it's a 'sterilization' operation for the entire entertainment industry. No one will dare to run this kind of fraudulent talent show again!"

"I suggest awarding Officer Lu a 'Guardian Angel of Leeks' medal!"

"Wherever King Lu goes, nothing grows; the entire imperial concubine selection process collapses. Well done!"

The special investigation team's police car slowly drove away from the stadium.

Su Xiaoxiao sat in the passenger seat, holding a tablet in her hands, smiling like a cat that had just stolen some cream.

"Captain Lu, you've got another nickname."

"Draft terminator?"

Lu Jingyan drove without looking to the side, saying, "This name is too cringeworthy, I don't like it."

"Then... a harvester for harvesting leeks?"

"..."

Lu Jingyan sighed, opened the car window, and let the night breeze dispel the heat inside the car.

"The name is not important."

"The important thing is that this last fig leaf has finally been torn off."

He looked out the window at the brightly lit city.

With the exposure of the dark side of talent shows, the dirty deals, capital manipulation, and falsified data hidden behind the glamorous facade have all been laid bare in the sunlight.

The entertainment industry, once a place of fame and fortune that countless people flocked to, is now nothing but a mess under Lu Jingyan's iron fist.

"Captain Lu, what's our next step?"

Zhao Tiezhu, sitting in the back seat, asked with a simple, honest look, "Now that the entertainment industry has been cleaned up, shouldn't we be on vacation?"

"Have a holiday?"

Lu Jingyan looked at the stadium receding into the distance in the rearview mirror, his eyes becoming deep.

"The entertainment industry is clean now."

"But some people haven't learned how to be a person yet."

"Those celebrities who are used to being high and mighty must be panicking right now, right?"

He closed the car window, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

"Let's go back to the station."

"I have a feeling that Jinghai will be even 'quieter' tomorrow than it is today."

"That kind of...silence where everyone is on edge."