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

The cold blade reflected the pale sunlight outside Narita Airport.

That chilling metallic glint locked onto Lu Jingyan's throat.

The air in the square seemed to have been sucked out instantly.

The five hundred gang members deliberately suppressed their breathing, and the scene was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Watanabe Ichiro's old face, as white as withered tree bark, was filled with bloodthirsty arrogance.

He had already begun to mentally rehearse the bloody scene that was about to unfold.

This Chinese police officer, who claims to have taken over Gotham City, will tear flesh apart with his prized Iaijutsu.

His katana was hand-forged by a famous craftsman in Kyoto.

Over the past forty years, this knife has cut through countless stubborn and unyielding individuals.

The police inspector standing next to him, Sato, was so frightened that his legs went weak.

He knelt directly on the dusty stone floor.

Sato clutched his head, trembling violently, tears welling in his eyes.

"We're doomed! Lord Watanabe is getting serious!"

Sato wailed in despair, feeling certain that he would die here today.

Bruce's body camera flashed red lights frantically.

The Dark Knight's tactical goggles displayed rapidly fluctuating data on Watanabe Ichiro's muscle exertion.

"Director Lu, the target's heart rate is skyrocketing!"

Bruce lowered his voice and quickly reminded him.

"He's expected to unleash a fatal strike in 0.3 seconds!"

Bruce's hand was already reaching for the non-lethal stun gun at his waist.

Zhao Tiezhu glared angrily.

He picked up the Gatling gun with one hand, pressing his thumb firmly on the start button.

As long as Lu Jingyan gives the order, he can definitely turn this group of men in black suits into sieves.

However, they were faced with a sharp blade that was right in front of them.

Lu Jingyan's expression remained completely unchanged.

In his dark, deep eyes, there was only the pure indifference one would show when looking at someone who was ignorant of the law.

He did not draw his gun to retaliate, nor did he adopt any fighting or defensive stance.

Lu Jingyan didn't even blink.

He slowly raised his right hand and reached into the inside pocket of his crisp black police uniform.

Watanabe Ichiro's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Trying to draw your gun? Too late!"

"You simply cannot stop the speed of the Bushido of the Great Japanese Empire!"

Watanabe gripped the knife handle tightly with both hands, his withered muscles instantly taut to their limit.

At this critical moment.

What Lu Jingyan pulled out was not a Black Star pistol at all.

Instead, it was a thick, dark blue booklet with a gold-embossed cover.

Lu Jingyan held the booklet in one hand and casually waved it in front of Watanabe Ichiro.

"A one-on-one duel according to the rules of the underworld?"

The man's cool voice echoed across the empty square.

The voice carried an absolute sense of mockery.

"That's a bunch of gutter rats, the kind of junk you use for playing house in the sewers."

Lu Jingyan opened the booklet.

The fingers with distinct knuckles pointed to one of the densely packed legal provisions on a single page.

"Look carefully, this is called the United Nations Convention against Transnational Organized Crime."

Lu Jingyan raised his head, his eyes like those of a judge high in the sky.

"In accordance with the relevant provisions of Article 3 of the Convention."

"The activities of any organized crime group are not protected by so-called local regulations."

Lu Jingyan closed the booklet with a soft "snap".

His tone suddenly plummeted to freezing point.

"In my eyes, there are no legal gangs in this world."

"Only criminal gangs waiting to be liquidated and physically exterminated."

Watanabe Ichiro was completely stunned.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of overwhelming rage from the humiliation rushed straight to the top of his head.

He has been a tyrant in Japan's underworld for most of his life.

Even cabinet ministers had to bow respectfully to him.

Today, I was actually lectured on the law in front of 500 of my underlings, like I was being scolded as a grandson?

"You idiot! Die, you arrogant cop!"

Watanabe Ichiro let out a heart-wrenching roar.

He raised his samurai sword high with both hands and cleaved down at Lu Jingyan's head with overwhelming force.

This all happened in a single second.

However, in Lu Jingyan's "absolute rationality" perspective, the flow of time is slowed down countless times.

In a fraction of a second, the sharp blade slices through the air, creating a tiny vortex of airflow.

At 0.2 seconds, Watanabe's waist muscles twisted violently, and the force was transmitted layer by layer to his arms.

At 0.3 seconds, the katana came crashing down with the force to cut through everything.

In Lu Jingyan's deep black pupils, a pale blue, regular light surged and flowed.

The moment the blade fell.

Lu Jingyan did not retreat even a step.

He simply turned slightly to the side, defying common sense.

The cold blade narrowly missed his prominent nose.

The sharp blade only managed to cut off a few strands of hair that had been blown about by the wind.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Jingyan's slender right hand shot out like a dragon emerging from the sea.

Disarm a blade barehanded!

There were no fancy magical light and shadow collisions.

Only pure physical suppression at its peak, characterized by speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.

His five fingers looked as if they were equipped with high-precision radar.

He firmly grasped the pulse point of Watanabe Ichiro's right wrist, which was holding the knife.

The basic grappling techniques of the Chinese military and police, including the absolute lock with joint reversal!

"Click—"

A chilling sound of bones cracking.

The explosion was clearly audible in the deathly silent open-air airport plaza.

Ichiro Watanabe hadn't even figured out what was going on.

He felt a crushing, rule-based force pressing down on his right arm.

The entire thin, bony arm instantly bent backward into a bizarre right angle.

The ancestral, valuable samurai sword flew out of his hand.

With a loud crash, it struck the hard stone floor and broke in two.

"Aaaaaah! My arm is broken!"

Watanabe Ichiro collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud that had lost its support.

He clutched his broken arm tightly, letting out a pitiful howl.

The five hundred elite Yamaguchi-gumi members were completely dumbfounded.

Their revered leader, Ruotou, couldn't even withstand a single capture by the Chinese police.

The fluid counterattack was so smooth that even Bruce's high-tech goggles couldn't completely capture the afterimage!

Zhao Tiezhu stood to the side, slapping his thigh with glee, his laughter deafening.

"That's it? And you still have the nerve to brag about Bushido?"

"I bet you guys aren't even as efficient as Old Li, the pig butcher from my village back home!"

Lu Jingyan took out a pure white wet wipe from his suit pocket.

He slowly wiped the sweat from his fingers.

It felt as if I had just touched some disgusting garbage.

After wiping, he casually tossed the wet wipe onto Watanabe Ichiro's contorted face in pain.

"Not only is he suspected of organizing a criminal organization."

"He is also suspected of publicly assaulting a police officer and attempted murder, which adds to his charges."

Lu Jingyan turned around and looked at Su Xiaoxiao, who was holding a tactical computer and waiting behind him.

"Xiaoxiao, get to work right away."

"The highest level of access to the Skynet system has been unlocked, forcibly connecting to the underlying clearing logic of the Bank of Japan."

Su Xiaoxiao answered excitedly and crisply.

The girl's slender fingers traced phantom lines on the mechanical keyboard.

"Got it, boss! I've had my eye on these loan sharks for ages!"

The crisp sound of keyboard typing echoed in the cold wind.

On the tactical computer screen, countless green data streams poured down like a waterfall.

Less than half a minute later, Su Xiaoxiao suddenly pressed the Enter key.

She snapped her fingers triumphantly.

"Done! The transaction records of all 2,400 sex shops under the Yamaguchi-gumi's name have been locked."

"The corporate accounts of 130 underground loan shark companies have been forcibly cut off!"

Su Xiaoxiao turned the screen, which was flashing red light, toward the pale-faced gang members.

"Excuse me, everyone."

"All the retirement savings you've worked so hard to accumulate have now been wiped out by the entire internet."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cell phones in the pockets of five hundred burly men in the square started vibrating wildly at the same time.

The piercing text message notification sounds converged into a sea, like a requiem for the end of the world.

They frantically pulled out their phones, only to see a bright red "Account frozen" message on the screen.

Watanabe Ichiro lay prostrate on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

"Stop howling. Take your cronies to jail and slowly memorize the Anti-Money Laundering Law."

Seeing the trillions of dollars in assets frozen, the Yamaguchi-gumi boss knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, and the entire Japanese underworld completely collapsed.