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

"Is this something that can't be solved with a fine?"

Chu Tianjiao froze, remaining in that comical surrender pose, his face full of bewilderment. "Then... then what do you want? Do you want my life? Let me tell you, I'm a foreigner, I have diplomatic immunity..."

"You're overthinking it."

Lu Jingyan glanced at him indifferently, as if he were looking at someone who was ignorant of the law. "This is China. As long as you set foot on this land, if you break the law, no one can protect you."

He tilted his head slightly and gestured with his chin towards Zhao Tiezhu, who was already eager to try.

"Tiezhu, search him."

"Okay!"

Zhao Tiezhu grinned, a smile that seemed more terrifying than a demon to Chu Tianjiao. The former special forces king rubbed his hands, which were as big as clay pots, and strode forward, shamelessly groping Chu Tianjiao's body.

"You...you be gentle! A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! Ouch! Don't touch there!"

The mighty war god was now like a humiliated wife being harassed by a rogue, letting out humiliating cries as Zhao Tiezhu's iron hands ravaged him.

"Don't move! Behave yourself!"

Zhao Tiezhu slapped Chu Tianjiao on the back of the head with such force that he almost suffered a concussion. Immediately afterward, Zhao Tiezhu's hand stopped inside Chu Tianjiao's expensive black trench coat.

"Captain Lu! We have the goods!"

With an excited growl, Zhao Tiezhu suddenly pulled something out of a hidden pocket inside his trench coat.

"Whoosh—"

A chilling glint flashed under the airport terminal lights, and the surrounding air seemed to drop several degrees instantly.

It was an extremely menacing military dagger. It was entirely black, with a cold, eerie blue sheen on the blade. The back of the blade was covered with serrations, and there were two deep blood grooves on the blade. It was clearly a weapon made for killing.

"Tsk tsk, this is good stuff."

Lu Jingyan took the dagger and weighed it in his hand.

Even through his tactical gloves, he could feel the chilling sharpness of the knife.

Upon seeing the knife, Chu Tianjiao's previously dejected face suddenly radiated a morbid pride. He straightened his back, raised his head, and said, "You have good taste! This is the 'Blade of Asura,' personally bestowed upon me by the head of state of a certain Middle Eastern country! It's forged from meteorite iron, capable of cutting through iron like mud, symbolizing my supreme glory..."

"This implies that you are suspected of illegally carrying a controlled knife."

Lu Jingyan coldly interrupted his self-absorption, his tone as flat as if he were reading an instruction manual.

According to the "Standards for the Identification of Controlled Knives", daggers are single-edged, double-edged, or multi-edged knives with a handle, guard, and blood groove, and a blade tip angle of less than 60 degrees.

As he spoke, he pulled out a small measuring tape from his pocket and began taking measurements on the spot in front of Chu Tianjiao and tens of millions of viewers across the internet.

"Knife tip angle, 45 degrees, correct."

"It has a health bar and a guard, which matches."

"Blade length..."

The measuring tape was pulled open with a "sizzle".

"25 centimeters. Far exceeding the standard."

Lu Jingyan put away the measuring tape, handed the dagger to a colleague from the evidence department, then took off his glasses and looked intently at the petrified Chu Tianjiao.

"Mr. Chu, congratulations. Illegally carrying a controlled knife into a public place (airport) is punishable by detention of not less than five days and not more than ten days, and may also be fined not more than five hundred yuan, according to Article 32 of the Public Security Administration Punishment Law."

"Of course, considering your previous acts of gathering a crowd to disrupt public order and threatening others, you will be punished for multiple offenses..."

Lu Jingyan pulled out the familiar silver bracelet from behind his waist, which gleamed with a cold metallic luster.

"Click."

The crisp sound of the lock clicking shut was particularly jarring in the quiet hall.

Chu Tianjiao stared blankly at the shiny handcuffs on his wrists, his mind completely blank.

He had considered the possibility of dying on the battlefield, the possibility of being killed in a feud, and even the possibility of being secretly arrested by the highest levels of government.

But he never dreamed that the first time he would ever be handcuffed would be because... he was carrying a knife?

This "Shura Blade," which had accompanied him in slaying countless powerful enemies, was a symbol of glory abroad, but here, it had become evidence that landed him in jail.

"No...this is not scientific! I am the God of War! I am the God of War who protects the nation!"

Chu Tianjiao broke down, struggling frantically to break free of the handcuffs. "You can't do this to me! I want to see my lawyer! I want to see..."

"Behave yourself!"

Zhao Tiezhu and another special police officer, one on each side, pressed down on his shoulders like two mountains and escorted him directly into the police car.

"take away!"

Lu Jingyan waved his hand, turned around, and faced the group of "Heavenly Punishment" team members who had been disarmed and were squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands.

"As for you..."

His gaze was sharp as lightning. "Illegal assembly, disturbing public order—bring them all back to the station for a thorough investigation! Anyone with a criminal record, anyone who's done dirty work before—no one's getting away with it!"

"yes!"

The armed police officers roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

A momentous crisis came to an end in a way that was both absurd and incredibly hardcore.

With flashing police lights, the convoy slowly started moving.

Chu Tianjiao sat in the back seat of the armored vehicle, looking at the receding street scene through the window covered with barbed wire.

The arrogant "god of war" aura he had just displayed had completely vanished. Like a defeated rooster, he slumped dejectedly against the back of his chair.

Outside the bus window, the elite "Heavenly Punishment" officers who had once obeyed him obediently were now being dejectedly escorted onto the bus. Their tattoos and scars, which they had once been so proud of, looked utterly ridiculous in the face of the police's authority.

"well……"

Chu Tianjiao let out a long sigh, his voice filled with endless desolation and loneliness.

The sigh piqued the curiosity of Officer Li, who was sitting next to him and responsible for guarding him, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Why are you sighing? Weren't you pretty arrogant just now? What, are you scared now?"

Chu Tianjiao did not refute, nor did he get angry.

He slowly turned his head, looking at Xiao Li with an extremely complex expression, tinged with a hint of hope, and cautiously asked:

"Um... Officer, I'd like to ask you something."

"explain."

"Um... I'm wondering if there's any lower bunk left for my brother Ye Fan in the detention center..." Chu Tianjiao swallowed, his voice barely audible, "I wonder if there's any left?"

Xiao Li: "..."

He looked at the legendary "God of War" as if he were a fool, his lips twitching slightly.

"What are you thinking? Ye Fan is a serious criminal, while you are under administrative detention and investigation. You two are not in the same prison ward."

"However..." Xiao Li paused, looking at Chu Tianjiao's face that instantly fell, and kindly added, "You can try. If your subordinates confess to some big case and implicate you, then you'll have a chance to join him."

Chu Tianjiao was stunned for two seconds.

Then, he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and two lines of tears slid down his cheeks.

"Then... let's not."