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

With a crisp "click" of mechanical engagement, the heavy stainless steel cabinet door closed perfectly.

Lu Jingyan's slender fingers slowly left the cold metal keypad.

Those madmen who once dared to overthrow the world order were completely sealed away in the darkest, most physically tangible way by him.

In that moment of utter silence, there was a rapid knocking on the door of the director's office.

"Enter."

Lu Jingyan turned around and casually tossed the bunch of brass keys onto the large solid wood desk.

The door was pushed open, and a slightly heavy breathing sound came in first.

Director Chen, who has now been promoted to the top position in the provincial department, is showing none of the composure expected of a department-level official.

His round face, which always wore a smile like that of Maitreya Buddha, was covered with fine beads of sweat.

He didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and rushed to Lu Jingyan's desk in a few steps.

His chubby hands were supporting him on the solid wood tabletop, his chest heaving violently, as if he had just finished a five-kilometer armed cross-country run.

"Xiao Lu! This is a huge problem! We really can't handle this anymore!"

Seeing his old leader's tense expression, Lu Jingyan's eyebrows twitched slightly upwards in a barely perceptible arc.

His deep black eyes remained calm as he calmly picked up the purple clay teacup from the table.

Clear tea water poured down the spout, swirling up a few emerald green tea leaves in the cup.

He pushed the teacup in front of Director Chen, his voice so steady that there wasn't a single sound.

"Don't panic, have a drink of water first. Did a foreign god-king sneak in from another realm, or are the Kings of Hell on strike again?"

Director Chen picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp. The scalding tea went down his throat, which barely managed to suppress the burning anxiety in his heart.

He slammed down his teacup, his face contorted in a grimace, his features almost scrunched up.

"Gods are easy to deal with; you can just bombard them again with the antimatter cannon. But this is our prison! The underground special prison is already full!"

Lu Jingyan paused for half a second while adjusting his cuffs.

His sharp eyes were fixed on Director Chen, as if assessing the logical flaws in his statement.

"Not enough space? I just approved the excavation last month, letting the construction team dig deeper. Hasn't the underground space already been expanded to a thousand meters underground?"

Upon hearing this, Director Chen became so anxious that he slapped his thigh repeatedly, making a crisp sound as his hand struck his police trousers.

"What good is a thousand meters? This is already the tenth phase of the expansion project! But we can't stop the sheer number of monsters and reclusive sects turning themselves in!"

The old boss paced back and forth in his office in a hurry, his leather shoes making a clattering sound on the floor.

"Ever since you blew up the wormhole, those old monsters who used to hide in the deep mountains and forests and barely survive have all been terrified."

"They felt that if they hid outside, they would be caught up with you sooner or later, so they might as well come in and accept labor reform."

Director Chen stopped there, spread his hands, and spoke with a kind of magical despair in his voice.

"The D area was just repaired yesterday, and this morning they crammed in five hundred sword cultivators who can fly and teleport."

"The cells are completely full now, and the newly arrived powerful demons are forced to sleep on the floor in the corridor!"

Lu Jingyan listened quietly to the complaint, but instead of lowering his lips, he curled up a meaningful, cold smile.

He casually picked up the black tactical jacket draped over the back of the chair and put it on with practiced ease.

The tough bulletproof fabric gleamed with a cold, eerie luster under the light.

"Since the guests are so enthusiastic, as the hosts, we should go and see how their stay is going."

"Let's go, old leader, I'll take you to inspect our tenth phase of the project."

The sound of their footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.

Riding in that special heavy industrial elevator, accompanied by the roar of gears meshing, they began to plummet rapidly into the depths of the earth.

The elevator's indicator lights were flashing wildly.

Two hundred meters, five hundred meters, eight hundred meters.

The air temperature gradually decreases with increasing depth, exuding a chilling aura of steel and concrete.

As Director Chen watched the numbers grow larger and larger, he instinctively pulled his police uniform tighter around himself.

He secretly glanced at Lu Jingyan, who was standing ramrod straight beside him.

This young man is like a steel knife that will never break.

Even when faced with a crisis of survival for all humanity, his spine never bent in the slightest.

"bite--"

The elevator came to a steady stop at a depth of one kilometer below zero, and the heavy titanium alloy car doors slowly slid open to both sides.

What comes into view is a massive underground blast-proof space large enough to accommodate several football fields.

The towering metal dome was illuminated by blinding shadowless lights, making every corner crystal clear.

Lu Jingyan was the first to step out of the elevator.

His gaze passed through the rows of indestructible, specially reinforced glass, observing those once arrogant "chosen ones."

There was no screaming or rioting as I had imagined in the entire prison area; instead, there was an eerie harmony and busyness.

In the third cell on the left, the vampire count who once tried to bite people at customs is now wearing an ill-fitting blue and white striped prison uniform.

He held a piece of chalk in his hand, standing in front of a blackboard, his face pale but his expression serious.

And sitting below him listening to his lecture were actually a dozen or so century-old flying corpses with ashen faces, dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes.

These zombies sat in a row, their hands flat on their knees, as obedient as a group of elementary school students.

The vampire count slammed the chalk on the blackboard and pointed to a line of English words.

"Repeat after me! How are you!"

"Listen up, you bunch of old fogies! Speak clearly and smoothly, don't always have that earthy, coffin-like accent!"

The count paced back and forth on the platform in anger, his once captivating red eyes now filled with the weariness of teaching.

"Director Lu said that after we're released from prison, we're supposed to go out and generate foreign exchange value!"

"If you can't even learn the most basic English for greeting guests, how are you going to interact with foreign tourists as NPCs in escape rooms?"

The group of century-old flying corpses below exchanged aggrieved glances.

Then they stiffly opened their fanged mouths, making a hissing sound from their throats.

"Hao-A-You-"

The neat yet eerie, fragmented English echoed through the corridor.

Lu Jingyan watched this scene, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

He turned to Director Chen and said, "The cultural reform is going well; cross-cultural exchanges will help them find employment after their release from prison."

Director Chen wiped the cold sweat that had reappeared on his forehead, his lips twitching slightly.

He really didn't know what expression to use to respond to this outrageous scene.

The two continued walking forward and arrived at the deepest part of the heavy-duty modification area.

Those imprisoned here are the ultimate cancers that have caused substantial damage to the laws of the world.

Lu Jingyan stopped in front of a separate explosion-proof glass room.

The scene inside made even this man, who was used to seeing all kinds of things, take a second's look.

A simple wooden chessboard sat in the center of the room.

Sitting on the left side of the chessboard is Gu Yanchen, the once domineering CEO of a multinational conglomerate who used to be arrogant and dismissive of all living beings as ants.

Sitting on the right side of the chessboard is Ye Chen, the Asura Dragon King who once boasted with a crooked mouth that he would mobilize 100,000 troops from the Northern Territory to massacre Jinghai.

These two top-tier powerhouses, who should have been influential figures in their respective worlds, were now sitting cross-legged on the concrete floor.

They argued heatedly about the next move in the game.

Gu Yanchen's once deep and cold eyes were now bloodshot.

He stared intently at the unfinished game on the chessboard, gritting his teeth, his fingers rubbing a "chariot" piece for a long time.

His mind was frantically calculating the probabilities.

Without the aura of intellectual impairment, his once-proud business acumen seemed somewhat inadequate when it came to chess.

"Ye Chen, don't think you can win just because you stole my horse. In the world of capital, sacrificing a pawn to save the king is the highest level of strategy."

Gu Yanchen snorted coldly, forcibly maintaining his domineering CEO demeanor that was ingrained in his bones.

Ye Chen rolled his eyes dismissively, his lips instinctively twitching slightly.

As a result, it aggravated an old injury he had sustained while vying for a toilet cleaning spot, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Stop pretending to be all high and mighty! Your PowerPoint theory of getting something for nothing doesn't work here!"

Ye Chen slammed the chess piece in his hand heavily onto the wooden board with a loud thud.

"General! You have no way out. You lost the bet; you asked for this."

Gu Yanchen's face turned ashen as he looked at Jiang Yin, who was cornered.

His proud defenses crumbled completely at that moment, and he covered his face in despair.

"Fine, I lose. Name your price, how many shares do you want me to transfer?"

Gu Yanchen asked through gritted teeth, seemingly still immersed in the glory of the past.

Ye Chen looked at him like he was an idiot and scoffed.

"Shares? That junk wouldn't even buy a bag of spicy strips at the prison canteen! What are you pretending to be, some foreign dignitary?"

Ye Chen leaned closer, lowered his voice, and his tone revealed a shrewdness and calculating nature typical of the stock market.

"We agreed on this yesterday. Whoever loses will have to wear five more explosion-proof vests in the workshop tomorrow."

"I'm just ten points short of getting a new shampoo this week, so don't try to renege on your promise."

Gu Yanchen, a dignified CEO with assets worth hundreds of billions, leaned against the wall in despair upon hearing the phrase "five blast protection vests".

He stared blankly at the ceiling, as if he had lost all hope for life.

Lu Jingyan stood outside the glass wall and heard the two people's absurd conversation clearly.

His perpetually hard facial features finally softened at this moment.

That is the relief of seeing evil stripped of its glamorous exterior, leaving only its mundane essence.

Those illusory powers and authority, once they lose the tacit approval of the rule of law, will quickly shrink into the most pathetic dust.

There are no born protagonists, nor are there any destined gods.

Just put these prison clothes on them and make them work on sewing machines to make a living.

They would also bow down and bend over for a bag of spicy strips or a bottle of shampoo.

That's the power of order.

It can smash those arrogant people floating in the clouds into the mud, and make them look like real people.

"Old leader, look." Lu Jingyan turned around and smiled slightly at Director Chen. "They're adapting very well, aren't they?"

Seeing this scene, Director Chen's anxiety instantly vanished.

He let out a long sigh, a sigh of relief that came after all the burdens had been lifted.

"Yes, they're adapting very well. As long as you're here, there's no troublemaker in the world who can't be taught the rules."

Lu Jingyan strode out of the prison gate, facing the rising sun.

In the distance, a new batch of police academy students are taking their oath. The light of the law will shine forever.