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

The auditorium of the provincial police academy, which can hold a thousand people, was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

There was no clanging of swords clashing, nor the whistling of projectiles cutting through the air. There was only the "scratching" sound of hundreds of 2B pencils frantically scribbling on the answer sheets, and the heavy, labored breathing that rose and fell like bellows.

This scene was a hundred times more brutal than a martial arts tournament.

Dozens of renowned sect leaders and elders, along with muscular inner sect elites, were sitting neatly at small desks. They were dressed in various colored training uniforms, but each of them was sweating profusely with anxiety.

In the third row from the left, Master Zhao, the Iron Sand Palm master, is biting his pen tightly.

Those hands, strong enough to split bricks in two, were now gripping a thin Chinese pencil, trembling like someone with late-stage Parkinson's. He stared at the multiple-choice questions on the test paper, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets, utterly unable to decide whether to choose C or D.

To prevent himself from falling asleep, the chief disciple of Xingyi School tied his hair to the fire hydrant on the ceiling with a red rope in the window seat on the right.

A standard example of a suspended beam.

As for pricking his thigh, he was using an unsharpened Emei dagger to prick his thigh from time to time, in order to gain a moment of clarity.

Lu Jingyan was wearing a crisp police uniform, with his hands behind his back.

He moved with unhurried steps through the narrow passageway like a ruthless tyrant surveying his territory. The clatter of his leather boots on the wooden floor became the most feared death knell for these martial arts masters.

"Time is halfway through, pay attention to the questions."

Lu Jingyan stopped beside the table of Master Zhao, the Iron Sand Palm master, and tapped the tabletop twice with his slender fingers.

Master Zhao shuddered and quickly covered the exam paper with his hand, looking just like a primary school student afraid of being caught cheating by the teacher.

Lu Jingyan didn't even look at his answer, but coldly offered a hint.

"Question 15: If you encounter thugs on the street who speak rudely to you, what measures should you, as a certified martial artist, take to deal with them?"

He looked at Sect Leader Zhao's old face, which was flushed red, and his tone was tinged with a hint of mockery and disappointment.

"You choose B, to shatter the opponent's heart meridian?"

"Sect Leader Zhao, are you tired of living in your own house and want to snatch a lower bunk in a cell? Excessive self-defense resulting in death carries a minimum sentence of ten years."

Master Zhao was so frightened that he quickly grabbed an eraser and frantically rubbed the answer sheet until it was worn raw.

"Then...then choose A? To act on behalf of Heaven and cripple his limbs?" he asked tentatively.

"Intentional injury causing serious injury to another person, for a period of not less than three years but not more than ten years."

Lu Jingyan gave his verdict expressionlessly, then pointed heavily at the last option on the test paper with his finger.

"Choose D. Take three steps back, maintain a safe distance, turn on your phone to record video, and call 110 to report the incident."

"Martial arts are for strengthening the body and providing high-end security services. They're not for causing trouble for you. Anyone who dares to resort to vigilante justice, I'll seal off their sect's gate."

Master Zhao suddenly realized, nodding frantically as if he had found a treasure: "Yes, yes, yes! Team Leader Lu is right! Call the police! We'll definitely call the police!"

Two hours later, the bell finally rang to signal the end of the exam.

Hundreds of martial arts masters slumped back in their chairs with a sigh of relief, as if they had just survived a life-or-death ordeal. At the moment of submitting their papers, several older elders were even moved to tears.

The results were announced that afternoon.

Those who passed were called to the playground and lined up in neat rows.

Lu Jingyan stood on the high platform, while staff members brought over boxes of blue certificates bearing the national emblem.

Congratulations everyone.

Looking at the anxious martial artists below the stage, Lu Jingyan finally managed a faint smile.

"From today onwards, you are no longer some kind of gangsters who walk the line between law and justice."

"This Special Security Practitioner Qualification Certificate is your passport to legally survive in this modern society. With it, your security company can officially open for business and take on those legal and compliant high-end orders."

The martial arts masters in the audience received the plastic card with both hands, their hands trembling with excitement.

Lin Zhentian and Xiao Wanli, the two former patriarchs who had just been granted bail, pressed their identification documents to their chests and sighed deeply.

"Thank goodness! Our Lin family finally has a legitimate official status! We no longer have to fear being wiped out as a criminal gang!"

Lu Jingyan looked at the group of martial arts experts who had been completely "tamed" and dusted off his sleeves with satisfaction.

Rules of the martial arts world?

In the operation of the modern state apparatus, only legal education is the most powerful internal skill.

By evening, the final stages of the rectification work in the ancient martial arts world were basically completed.

Lu Jingyan took off his heavy police uniform and changed into a low-key black casual outfit. Instead of returning to his office to rest, he drove alone to the most bustling entertainment district in the provincial capital.

A new map has been opened, and the water here is much deeper than that of Jinghai. He needs to explore the area.

"Golden Goblet Entertainment City".

This is the premier legal high-end club in the provincial capital. In addition to compliant entertainment, it also operates underground gambling activities that skirt the line of legality. As long as no major trouble occurs, it is usually turned a blind eye.

Lu Jingyan pushed open the heavy crystal glass door, and the loud music and the crisp sound of chips clashing instantly flooded his ears.

He casually strolled between the gambling tables, one hand in his pocket.

Just then, the "crime radar" that had been dormant in his mind suddenly emitted an extremely sharp "beep" sound.

[Warning! Abnormal energy fluctuations detected!]

[Energy Attributes: Retinal Mutation/Spatial Perspective.]

[System Rating: Beginner Awakened Superpower]

Lu Jingyan suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He squinted, following the direction indicated by the radar, his gaze passing through the crowd and landing on a VIP dice table at the far end of the hall.

The area was crowded with gamblers who came to watch the spectacle, and bursts of frantic exclamations erupted from time to time.

In the center of the crowd sat a young man wearing a cheap hoodie and with messy hair.

The chips in front of him were piled up like a small mountain.

"Big! Big! Big!"

The young man stared intently at the dice cup in the dealer's hand, his eyes gleaming with an eerie, ghostly blue light in the dim light of the club.

That light was fleeting, and ordinary people couldn't even notice it.

But in Lu Jingyan's eyes, it was as clear as a searchlight in the dark.

"Open! Three sixes, a leopard is a killer!"

The dealer lifted the dice cup, his face instantly turning deathly pale, cold sweat pouring down his forehead like a waterfall.

"Hahaha! I won again! I'm truly blessed by the God of Wealth today!"

The young man ecstatically grabbed all the millions of chips on the table and clutched them to his chest, his eyes gleaming with the arrogance and greed of someone who had suddenly become rich overnight.

He felt that he was the god of this world.

As long as he has these eyes, he can take whatever wealth he wants from the entire world!

He excitedly grabbed a handful of chips, ready to continue betting and dominate the field.

Sudden.

A long, slender, fair hand with distinct knuckles silently reached out from behind him and gently placed it on his shoulder.

The young man's maniacal laughter froze instantly, and he instinctively turned his head.

What came into view was a handsome yet extremely cold face wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

Lu Jingyan leaned down slightly, looking at his eyes that still retained a trace of blue light, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"You're having good luck."

Lu Jingyan's voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

"But your eyes are quite unique, aren't they?"