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

A dull, loud bang.

French riot police slammed their heavy battering rams into the rusty iron door of the abandoned warehouse with tremendous force.

The heavy iron gate was torn apart instantly, like fragile cardboard, sending up a cloud of choking dust.

Special police officers carrying riot shields surged in like a black tide, their blinding tactical flashlights instantly illuminating the dim underground space as if it were daytime.

The dozens of Gypsy pickpockets who were dividing their loot at the long table suddenly fell into chaos.

The young man who possessed the fragment of the Thief System sneered, his perpetually malnourished face showing no sign of panic.

"You think you can catch me with your bunch of bulky tin cans?"

The young man roared arrogantly in his heart, the broken mechanical voice in his mind was frantically warning him, but he didn't care at all.

"System, activate Master-level Parkour skill for me! Target the abandoned ventilation shaft 30 meters above!"

As soon as the command was given, the muscles in the young man's legs swelled up in a fraction of a second.

He stomped hard on the edge of the wooden table in front of him, and using the powerful recoil, he soared into the air like a nimble black swift.

To the astonishment of the special police officers, he stomped on the moss-covered wall three times in succession, perfectly defying Newton's law of gravity.

With the ventilated blinds, letting in a faint moonlight, right at his fingertips, the young man's lips curled into a triumphant, mocking smile.

Once he escapes this place, he can continue to roam freely in the Parisian night with the help of the system.

"Goodbye, officers! Go eat your baguettes!"

The young man whistled arrogantly in mid-air, his fingers already touching the cold edge of the iron window.

However, Lu Jingyan, who was standing at the entrance of the warehouse, didn't even lift his eyelids.

The man's deep, dark eyes showed no emotion, as if he were watching a moth struggling to flutter.

Lu Jingyan slowly pulled a small, silver remote control from his police uniform pocket.

He gently pressed the red start button with his thumb.

"Sizzle—"

Just a fraction of a second before the young man was about to unleash his power.

A high-voltage pulsed electric grid covering the entire warehouse dome appeared without warning.

The eerie blue high-frequency currents intertwined in the air, forming an impenetrable web of death.

"what!"

The youth's mockery hadn't even had time to dissipate in the air before it turned into an extremely shrill scream.

The high-voltage current instantly penetrated his entire body.

His prized system skills were utterly useless against Lu Jingyan's physical power grid, and the energy connection was forcibly severed.

The young man, like a burnt roast chicken, plummeted straight down to the ground from a height of thirty meters.

Pierre, the French special envoy who followed in, was dumbfounded, unaware that his white handkerchief had fallen to the ground.

This is the ghost thief that has been giving the Paris police a headache for three whole years!

It was actually defeated so easily by a remote control?

The other thieves, who were preparing to escape by climbing over the wall with the young man, were instantly terrified.

They all threw away their expensive watches and jewelry, then squatted on the ground, trembling, with their hands covering their heads.

Lu Jingyan walked steadily toward the young man with his hands in his pockets.

He looked down at the system owner, whose face was blackened and whose body was still convulsing.

"Your take-off form is very irregular and shows a serious lack of basic physics knowledge."

Lu Jingyan's voice was as cold and hard as a piece of raw iron, carrying a sense of oppressive rule that his words carried the weight of law.

"Furthermore, you are suspected of disturbing public order and violently resisting arrest."

The young man weakly raised his head, his eyes, which had once been full of superiority, now filled only with unfathomable fear.

"What kind of monster are you...? Why is my system ineffective against you...?"

"System?" Lu Jingyan narrowed his eyes slightly.

The power of the rule, where words become law, instantly discerned the unusually long and slender fingers of the young man.

"Your finger joints are three times more flexible than the average person's, and your nerve endings are five times more sensitive. Is that all you're good at?"

Lu Jingyan turned to look at Pierre, who was still in a daze.

"Pierre, under current French law, how are these transnational theft gangs typically punished?"

Pierre quickly picked up his handkerchief to wipe away his cold sweat and stammered his reply.

"Standardizedly, he would be put in a suburban prison, but due to overcrowding, he might be paroled after a few months..."

"That's such a waste," Lu Jingyan interrupted him mercilessly.

"Prisons cannot bring true spiritual salvation to these people who are ignorant of the law."

Lu Jingyan pushed up his non-existent glasses, a cold, icy smile curving his lips.

"Since France values ​​romance, let's give them a touch of romance in the form of the rule of law."

"Notify the largest baguette bread factory in central Paris, and the cross-stitch OEM factory in the eastern district that is on the verge of bankruptcy."

"These suspects possess a rare hand talent, and I will subject them to physical labor reform."

Upon hearing this, the thieves squatting on the ground, though they couldn't understand Chinese, instinctively shivered.

three days later.

The mornings on the Champs-Élysées in Paris are no longer filled with the cries of tourists whose wallets have been stolen.

Meanwhile, on the assembly line of the largest baguette factory in the city center, echoes of agonizing screams resounded.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of wheat flour and the sour smell of yeast.

The once arrogant young thief is now dressed in a snow-white baking outfit.

His God-like hands, which could once steal a briefcase in a fraction of a second, were now gripping a hard, cold lump of dough.

"Hurry up! You're not kneading the dough enough! The baguette has no soul!"

The bearded French overseer slammed his ruler against the stainless steel tabletop.

The young man gritted his teeth and mechanically repeated the actions of pushing, kneading, throwing, and hitting with his hands.

He had been working for ten hours straight.

They must complete 3,000 high-intensity dough kneading tasks every day, and are not allowed to eat if they miss even one.

His prized fragments of the system had long since collapsed under the drudgery of this tedious and arduous physical labor.

"My hand... my cloud-penetrating hand..."

The young man looked at his fingers, which were swollen like braised pig's trotters from overwork, and tears finally welled up in his eyes.

Forget about stealing Lu Jingyan's wallet; even his fingers are twitching and trembling wildly as he tries to unbuckle his belt to go to the toilet.

Zhao Tiezhu stood on the glass corridor on the second floor of the workshop, holding a Gatling gun, grinning like a villain.

"Bruce, look at the way this kid kneads dough! His fingers are twisted like pretzels, amazing!"

Bruce pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, and the body camera on his chest flashed red.

"In the face of absolute rule of law, all fancy criminal techniques are nothing more than cheap labor."

On the other side of the city.

Dozens of other thieves, wearing reading glasses, were sitting in the stuffy workshop, threading needles.

They need to use the finest embroidery needles to sew a huge cross-stitch version of the Mona Lisa.

If the stitches are even slightly crooked, the baguette ration for the day will be cancelled.

In less than a week.

These most agile thieves in the Paris underworld have completely lost the physical conditions necessary to commit crimes.

Their fingers would cramp up reflexively at the mere sight of zippers and pockets.

This unprecedented physical labor transformation has achieved unparalleled success.

A sunny afternoon.

Lu Jingyan casually tossed a thank-you note on a parchment with gold trim onto the coffee table in the presidential suite.

That was the highest level of public security commendation just sent by the French authorities.

But there was little joy in his eyes as he held his black coffee; he simply stared coldly at the global holographic projection map.

Su Xiaoxiao jogged over, carrying a tactical tablet, her brows furrowed tightly.

Her fair fingers slid quickly across the tablet, bringing up a rejection letter stamped with a top-secret red seal.

"Boss, something's happened!"

Su Xiaoxiao's voice was filled with barely suppressed anger as she abruptly projected the data onto the East Asia section of the screen.

The French president personally presented a letter of thanks. At that moment, Su Xiaoxiao looked at a map of Asia: "Boss, the Japanese say their gangs are legal and refuse to accept our legal verification."