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

A loud "bang" was heard.

The brand-new glass door of the Gotham City Supernatural Heroes Police Station was violently kicked open.

A sudden gust of wind, carrying icy rain, rushed into the lobby, making the wanted posters on the front desk rattle loudly.

A tall, thin figure in a purple suit swaggered into the doorway.

He held a homemade time bomb covered with red detonators aloft.

On that face, smeared with cheap white powder and scarlet lipstick, a chilling, maniacal smile was being forced out.

"Good evening, you clowns in reflective vests...!"

The ear-piercing laughter echoed unrestrainedly in the brightly lit hall.

"Oh my, look who this is!"

The clown exaggeratedly covered his mouth and pointed at Bruce, who was standing in the corner, with his gloved fingertips.

"Our great and noble Dark Knight is actually wearing this bright green sanitation worker uniform?"

"Is Gotham City's sewer system clogged? Do you need to go and unclog it yourself?"

Bruce took a deep breath, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

He was about to retort when Lu Jingyan's cold voice rang out first.

"Police Auxiliary Bruce."

"Here!" Bruce stood up straight as if by reflex, his leather shoes making a crisp sound on the ground.

"According to the 'Regulations for Handling Police Cases'," Lu Jingyan said without looking up, continuing to flip through the case file, "what should be the first step when encountering a mentally unstable person causing trouble?"

Bruce immediately straightened his back and began to recite loudly.

"Reporting to the station chief! The first step should be to maintain a safe distance, activate the body camera, and issue a stern verbal warning!"

"Very good, two points added to your class participation grade." Lu Jingyan turned a page. "So what are you waiting for?"

Bruce immediately pressed the switch on the body camera on his chest, and the red indicator light began to flash.

"Listen up, you purple-clad man up ahead!"

"You are suspected of creating a disturbance and illegally carrying dangerous explosives!"

"Immediately drop your weapon, cover your head with your hands, and crouch down against the wall!"

Seeing this absurd scene before him, the clown's smile froze completely.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, as if he were seeing some kind of hallucination.

"Are you crazy, Bat Boy?! You're reciting laws to me?!"

"You should have rushed over and broken my ribs! You should have roared at me angrily in the dark, rainy night!"

The clown stomped his feet in frustration, like a stubborn child whose favorite toy had been taken away.

He turned his head sharply and stared intently at Lu Jingyan, who was in the main seat.

"You boring Chinese policeman, what exactly did you do to him?!"

Lu Jingyan sat upright behind his desk, his gaze remaining calm and composed.

The man simply raised his hand slightly, making a gesture to stop the noise.

This condescending indifference completely ignited the clown's inner madness.

He suddenly leaned close to the desk, and the white powder on his face fell off in a flurry.

"You think you can lock up this boring world with these childish rules?"

The clown waved his arms exaggeratedly, and the timer on the bomb ticked away like a death knell.

"Rules are just a fig leaf for the weak to deceive themselves!"

"Madness is like gravity; you just need a gentle push!"

"Today, I will use this bomb to shatter your hypocritical order!"

Accompanied by the clown's hoarse roar.

A wave of mental pollution, imperceptible to the naked eye, suddenly erupted in the hall.

That is a dark energy that is enough to distort the rationality of ordinary people and cause countless elites to fall into complete depravity.

The ripples, like a tangible black mist, swept wildly toward Lu Jingyan's brain.

At that moment, time in the hall seemed to slow down.

0.1 second.

Su Xiaoxiao's fingers, which were typing on the keyboard, froze in mid-air.

A glimmer of fear was reflected in the girl's clear eyes.

0.2 seconds.

Zhao Tiezhu felt the air around him suddenly drop, and a strange, violent killing intent flickered in his usually honest eyes.

0.3 seconds.

Bruce was instantly reminded of that desperate night when his parents collapsed in Crime Alley.

His breathing became incredibly heavy, and his fingers involuntarily reached for the stun gun.

However, just as the black mist touched Lu Jingyan's brow...

The man slowly put down the pen in his hand.

The pen tip touched the table with a crisp "click".

A pale blue light suddenly exploded from the depths of his dark eyes.

[Absolute Rationality] Advancement to Rule Level, passively triggered!

There were no dazzling magical clashes, nor earth-shattering energy roars.

Only the purest and most extreme logical dimension can crush it.

That mass of spiritual pollution that attempted to awaken the dark side of humanity was like hitting liquid nitrogen at minus two hundred degrees Celsius.

It was frozen in an instant, and then ruthlessly deconstructed.

Finally, it shattered into dust particles that had no impact on reality and dissipated into the air.

Lu Jingyan finally raised his head and looked directly into the clown's eyes.

There was no pity, no anger, and certainly no madness in those eyes that the clown expected.

Only the absolute coldness that sees through the essence of all things.

"Have you finished venting?"

Lu Jingyan's voice was as flat as a glass of lukewarm water.

The clown froze on the spot, a look of undisguised astonishment flashing across his distorted face.

Why? This man didn't show even the slightest emotional fluctuation?

Lu Jingyan's slender fingers casually tapped a few keys on the keyboard.

"Su Xiaoxiao, retrieve the IRS's underlying data files."

"Received! Connection to the IRS system complete!"

Su Xiaoxiao immediately snapped out of the oppressive atmosphere and loudly reported to her supervisor.

Lu Jingyan turned the tactical computer screen halfway around, so it was facing the clown's face.

"The high-explosive bomb you have was purchased on the black market for approximately $45,000."

Lu Jingyan pointed to the densely packed expense statements on the screen.

"In addition to the 64 serial bombings you've carried out in Gotham City over the past five years."

"Your total expenditure on purchasing high explosives, hiring gangsters, and renting abandoned dock warehouses has reached a staggering thirty million US dollars."

The clown opened his mouth wide, and his signature scarlet smile began to crumble uncontrollably, bit by bit.

"What...what the hell are you talking about?" The clown's voice stammered, a rare occurrence.

Lu Jingyan leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped in front of him, his tone still as rigid as iron.

"I'm talking about your tax evasion."

"You have not paid the highest federal income tax on the huge amount of gray income generated from high-risk illegal activities within the United States."

"At the same time, you purchased these regulated chemical raw materials in large quantities without paying consumption tax in accordance with the law."

Bruce, standing next to him, gasped in shock.

He has been battling the Joker for so many years, exploring the bottom line of humanity and morality countless times in the darkness of Gotham.

But he swears to God, he never thought of using the Joker's bill as a starting point!

This kind of punishment based on mundane details like food and fuel is the real game-changer!

The Joker's prized philosophy of chaos suddenly appears pale and powerless in the face of cold financial accounts.

"Chaos? Humanity?"

Lu Jingyan stood up, his 1.88-meter height bringing an intense sense of pressure as he approached.

"Your criminal motive is fundamentally flawed in basic logic."

"If you truly seek absolute disorder and chaos, you won't go to the trouble of designing sophisticated time bombs."

"The timer itself is a deep dependence on physical order."

"You're using existing rules to create so-called chaos, which is a stupid logical paradox in itself."

The clown took two steps back, almost dropping the bomb in his hand.

His brain began to race, trying to find words to refute it.

But they found that all those seductive sentences they usually used were stuck in their throats.

Lu Jingyan gave him no chance to breathe, his eyes sharp as knives.

Do you know what a real joke is?

A subtle, mocking smile curled at the corner of the man's mouth.

"A madman who claims to be free from all constraints spends two hours every day in front of the mirror applying perfectly symmetrical smiling makeup."

"You're like a dog chasing a car, with no idea what to do after you catch it."

"However, according to the Road Traffic Safety Law, dogs that are not on a leash chasing motor vehicles on public roads are considered to be causing trouble."

"Your metaphors are awful."

Quiet.

A deathly silence fell over the hall.

Su Xiaoxiao bit her lower lip hard, trying to suppress her laughter, her shoulders trembling.

Zhao Tiezhu couldn't help but burst into laughter while holding the Gatling gun.

"Hahaha! The director is absolutely right, this bastard is a clown with obsessive-compulsive disorder!"

The clown's face turned pale and then flushed, and the muscles in his face twitched violently.

His prized art of crime was ruthlessly dismantled by Lu Jingyan into the most unbearable shards of glass.

His philosophy is fake, and his chaos is an act.

Even the madness that sustains him is no match for the rule of law.

"Shut up! Shut up!"

The clown's eyes were bloodshot as he frantically raised the bomb detonator in his hand.

Lu Jingyan continued to look at him coldly.

"Press the detonation button, and you won't even have a chance to play dumb."

"You will only be convicted and sentenced as a tax evader."

"You devil, your mind is full of numbers and laws!"

The clown's mind went blank; his pride in his madness seemed like a joke in the face of Lu Jingyan's "absolute rationality." The clown clutched his head and screamed.