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

There was a musty smell of rust coming from the iron gate.

Old Li was holding a wad of tissue that had been used to wipe away oil. He glanced at the corner workstation following the tall newcomer's finger.

Just one glance.

Old Li's previously hunched back suddenly straightened up. His spine even made a faint cracking sound.

He raised his hand and slapped the newlywed's hand.

"Smack."

"Ouch!" The tall boy quickly pulled his hand back, the back of his hand was red.

"What nonsense are you pointing at?" Old Li said in a low, deep voice, as if he were afraid of disturbing some sleeping behemoth.

He accurately tossed the crumpled paper into the trash can in the corner. He then rubbed the oil from his fingertips on his trouser leg.

"Master, why did you hit me...?"

The boy rubbed his hands, looking aggrieved. He turned his head and glanced again at the young policeman who was drinking water from a thermos.

"I'm just curious. He looks so refined, and he's here watching these market aunties arguing. He can't really be that living devil from the Milky Way they're talking about, can he?"

The young man with the crew cut next to him also came over and nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"Yes, Master. Our police academy instructor said that guy is a monster who can single-handedly carry a Star Destroyer. This doesn't look like it."

Old Li took a deep breath of the somewhat stale air in the office.

He turned around, blocking the prying eyes of the newlyweds. His bloodshot eyes revealed an undisguised fervor.

"Doesn't look like it?"

Old Li smirked and gave a cold laugh.

"You bunch of greenhorns, do you really think everyone who can fight has to look like Schwarzenegger?"

He leaned closer. The smell of tobacco mixed with instant noodles sprayed onto the newlyweds' faces.

"Do you know what kind of things flew in the sky back then?"

Old Li stretched out his thumb and pointed to the sky.

"Have you heard of Gotham City? Those rich guys in tight pants and black capes, flying around in the sky. They're so arrogant, they're practically strutting around."

He lowered his voice, his tone carrying the suspense of a storyteller.

"And then what happened? That guy ran all the way there. He didn't even draw his gun. He just slammed the bat monster into a mud puddle with a big shove."

The tall boy swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Really? Is it true?"

"Why would I lie to you, kid?" Old Li glared at him.

"Then things got even weirder. A purple-skinned, bald alien appeared, wearing a glowing glove, and said he was going to snap his fingers and wipe out half the population of the universe."

Old Li made a snapping motion with his fingers, which stopped in mid-air.

"The person walked right up to him. Without even blinking, he pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs from his pocket and cuffed him. The reason given was that he was confiscating his tools of the crime."

The newcomers were stunned.

His breathing became erratic. The young man with the buzz cut had his mouth open, unable to close it for a long time.

"That...that must be a deity, right?" the crew-cut young man stammered.

Old Li shook his head.

He glanced over the newlyweds' shoulders at the tall, quiet figure in the corner. His gaze shifted to one of almost reverent awe.

"He's not a god."

Old Li's voice was slightly hoarse.

"He never uses any superpowers. He relies on the rigid legal code in his head, the rules of our police force."

"When alien fleets come to seize territory, he issues them tickets for illegal entry; when space pirates rob, he sends them to farms for labor reform."

Old Li reached out and tapped each of the two newlyweds on the chest.

"He forcefully used Earth's laws to establish rules for the entire Milky Way. He let those higher-dimensional beings know that no matter how strong your fist is, it can't beat the rule of law."

A draft blew in from the corridor, making the door creak.

The newlyweds were all anesthetized.

They looked down at the blue folder in their hands. They had just been holding a tattered file about fighting over a fish stall and had actually gone to this legendary big shot to point out errors.

The tall boy felt a chill run down his back, and cold sweat soaked through his police short-sleeved shirt.

"I...I just..." He couldn't even finish his sentence.

He looked over Old Li's shoulder again and gazed at that corner.

This time, there was no trace of doubt or disdain in his eyes. Only the purest, most fervent worship remained.

That look in his eyes was like that of a believer who had finally seen the true God.

in the corner.

Lu Jingyan stopped using the two-yuan carbon pen in his hand.

He closed the manila scroll.

A soft "snap" sounded. It was particularly noticeable in the quiet hall.

The newcomers trembled with fear, standing ramrod straight with their hands pressed tightly against their trouser seams. They didn't dare to breathe.

Lu Jingyan stood up.

He casually tossed the ballpoint pen into the pen holder. He picked up the chipped stainless steel thermos from the corner of the table and tightened the lid.

The sound of footsteps came steadily.

The leather shoes trod on the terrazzo floor at a leisurely pace.

Lu Jingyan walked to the door. His deep gaze swept over the blushing newlyweds.

My gaze didn't linger on them for long.

He reached into a nearby locker compartment and pulled out a black police body camera. He expertly clipped it to the left breast of his old police uniform.

His movements were swift and efficient, carrying the down-to-earth charm unique to grassroots police officers.

"Alright."

Lu Jingyan noticed their gazes, but just smiled faintly and closed the file: "Stop spacing out. Two vendors at the East Street market are fighting over a stall. Grab your body cameras and come with me to the scene."