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

The blackened, rotten banana peel gleamed with an eerie, yet fatalistic, sheen in the midday sun.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

Su Fan's body traced an extremely unbalanced arc in mid-air as he leaped into the air. Because his right heel landed on the slippery fibers, his center of gravity shifted backward by 180 degrees in an instant. His movement, which was originally full of "aura of destiny," now looked like a landlubber gliding on ice, full of comicality and absurdity.

"Ouch--!"

Su Fan stared wide-eyed in horror, his hands flailing futilely in the air.

He could feel that the gentle, flowing "world will" that used to catch him before he fell had now become as cold and hard as ice. In fact, instead of helping him steady himself, that force felt like a hard push on his waist, making his landing point precise.

Lu Jingyan stood quietly in place, without moving an inch.

His long, slender hands with distinct knuckles were slightly open, holding an electromagnetic restraint lock that shimmered with a ghostly blue light.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Su Fan's face, contorted with terror, crashed head-on into Lu Jingyan's calm, almost cold face.

"Click!"

A crisp, even rhythmic, metallic clanging sound.

On this bustling commercial street, the sound, though faint, drowned out the alarm of the armored truck in the distance.

Su Fan did not fall to the ground. Instead, due to the precise angle of his fall, his wrists were perfectly locked into the restraint locks that Lu Jingyan had opened in advance.

The magnetic fields converged instantly, and a flash of blue lightning disappeared at the lock.

"Thump!"

Only after the handcuffs were fastened did Su Fan kneel heavily in front of Lu Jingyan's military tactical boots.

The entire commercial street fell into a deathly silence.

Hundreds of passersby stared wide-eyed, completely unaware that the milk tea they had just bought had spilled.

"This...this actually works?"

Zhao Tiezhu's eyes widened in disbelief, and he nearly dropped his police pistol.

"Boss, I used to think you arrested people using hand-to-hand combat skills, then I thought it was your marksmanship, but today I realized, boss, you arrest people using the law of causality!"

Zhao Tiezhu swallowed hard, looking at Su Fan kneeling on the ground with an expression of utter disbelief.

"This kid just crawled into the handcuffs himself? Are criminals these days really that conscientious?"

Lu Jingyan looked down at Su Fan from his high vantage point, the golden light in his eyes slowly fading.

The [War God System] in his mind emitted a satisfied buzz as it frantically reclaimed the last remaining distorted fortune of this plane.

"No...this can't be...Dad! Help me!"

Su Fan knelt on the ground, frantically shaking his handcuffed hands. He felt the inexhaustible inner strength within him rapidly draining away.

The special treatment he received, where the whole world doted on him, is being forcibly replaced by a cold, strict, and utterly impersonal "order."

"Stop shouting. Your so-called 'father' is currently too busy fixing the loopholes in the dimensional logic."

Lu Jingyan slowly squatted down, his movements deliberate and methodical.

He extended a white-gloved finger and gently lifted Su Fan's dusty face, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Su Fan, your biggest mistake is turning the balance that originally belonged to the general public of this plane into your personal privilege."

"What you call luck is nothing more than probability plunder built on the exploitation of others' legitimate rights."

Lu Jingyan's voice was soft, yet it carried a sense of oppression that seemed to shake the very space.

"Before my absolute code of law, the law is the only cause and effect."

"You broke the law, and the result is that you must be arrested. In the face of this result, any attempt to favor you will be forcibly corrected to zero by the law of causality."

"Do you understand? It's not that you're unlucky, it's that the weight of justice has crushed your damn destiny."

Looking into Lu Jingyan's deep, black eyes, Su Fan was overcome with despair and burst into tears in public.

Tears mixed with dust on the ground, drawing two comical mud lines on his once "lucky" face.

"Please... let me go... I'll hand over all the money I found, okay?"

Su Fan sobbed, her voice revealing the despair of being abandoned by the world.

"I was just lucky. I really didn't intend to kill or commit arson... Those people were just unlucky because of their own bad luck..."

"Being lucky is not your fault, but using this 'privilege' to interfere with judicial fairness and wantonly seize public property is a capital offense."

Lu Jingyan stood up and coldly patted the corner of his clothes.

He turned his head and looked at the special operations team members who were busy evacuating the crowd, his tone revealing the exhaustion of a major victory.

"Tiezhu, put him in the car."

"The case will be handled as a combined case of 'illegally using unknown energy to disrupt social order' and 'tax evasion'."

"Focus on investigating the 'accidents' involving his neighbors. If it's proven that they were intentionally induced by him, prosecute him directly for intentional homicide."

Zhao Tiezhu responded loudly, "Alright, boss! This kind of 'money-picking' guy, once he's in, we'll have to make sure Lao Cai and the others give him a good 'look' on him!"

Two special forces soldiers pounced on him like wolves, lifted up Su Fan, who had slumped into a puddle of mud, and dragged him unceremoniously toward the blast-proof vehicle.

Su Fan struggled to turn around and looked at the banana peel that had completely brought him down from his pedestal.

He couldn't understand why, in that final second, even gravity betrayed him.

"Lu Jingyan...you ruined me...you ruined my destiny..."

Su Fan cursed hysterically, his eyes filled with a deathly gray.

Lu Jingyan stopped in his tracks.

He slowly turned to the side, and from a distance of three meters, his deep gaze once again fixed on Su Fan's face.

A sharp, yet rational smile played on his lips, and his voice drifted leisurely in the cold wind of the commercial street.

"Su Fan, everything should follow the law of conservation of luck."

Lu Jingyan raised his hand and casually pointed to the dark, secret detention center building belonging to the Bureau in the distance.

"You used up all your luck in the first half of your life picking up gold bricks."

"I will pray to God for you for the next few decades."

Lu Jingyan paused, a hint of mocking pity flashing in his eyes, then he whispered in Su Fan's ear:

"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, your luck will be used up so that the prison food doesn't get infested with bugs."