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

The cold, rainy nights in Gotham City seem to never stop.

Lu Jingyan and his group drove overnight into this gloomy city, known as a global crime haven.

The thick smog, mixed with the sour smell of rotting sewers, seeped into the cabin of the explosion-proof off-road vehicle through the gaps in the air conditioning system, causing a sense of physical discomfort.

Zhao Tiezhu sat in the driver's seat, rubbing the goosebumps on his arms with his thick fingers.

He stared at the flickering neon signs outside the window and the shadowy figures with guns that appeared and disappeared at the street corner, his rough voice carrying a hint of disbelief.

"Boss, this place is too eerie."

"This isn't a city, it's a giant natural breeding ground for crime."

"Look at those thugs smoking on the side of the road. Their eyes are like those of evil ghosts that just crawled out of the morgue, and they are full of murderous intent."

Lu Jingyan sat in the passenger seat, his long legs casually crossed.

His slender fingers gently flipped through the external files on the tablet, his deep black eyes remaining completely calm.

For him, the dark underbelly of any city is not enough to overshadow the inherent brilliance of the law itself.

The harsher the environment, the more intense and forceful the legal education efforts must be.

Just as the SUV passed a narrow intersection, a muffled and piercing scream suddenly shattered the tranquility of the rainy night.

The sound, a sharp cracking sound like bones breaking, came from the dead-end alley on the right, where even the streetlights were broken.

Lu Jingyan pushed open the car door, his military tactical boots landing steadily on the waterlogged asphalt road, splashing up a circle of murky water.

He led Su Xiaoxiao and Zhao Tiezhu slowly into the deep shadows.

In the dim light at the alley entrance, the scene unfolding before my eyes is a classic replica of American violent aesthetics.

Three robbers wearing clown masks and clutching bags of jewelry lay like tattered sacks in a muddy, garbage-filled cesspool.

Above them stood a man nearly two meters tall, completely encased in a high-tech, pure black Kevlar bulletproof suit.

He wore his signature bat-ear mask, and the huge black cloak behind him fluttered in the night wind.

In this gloomy, rainy alley, he resembled a vengeful demon crawling out of the abyss of hell.

"Snap!"

A sickeningly loud cracking sound echoed through the alley.

The man in the black bat-patterned suit raised his heavy boots and mercilessly crushed the leg of one of the robbers.

The criminal didn't even have time to beg for mercy before he fainted from a violent spasm.

Batman's eyes, hidden beneath his mask, are as cold as ice; he relishes the moment when fear is implanted into the very marrow of a criminal.

In Gotham City, the weakness of the police and the corruption of the judicial system taught him a painful lesson.

Only by embodying true fear and employing methods more brutal than those of criminals can the city's precarious balance be maintained.

He had just successfully thwarted a jewelry robbery and taught those scum a lesson they would never forget.

Zhao Tiezhu's eyes widened in disbelief, and he even forgot to cock the Gatling gun he was holding.

He looked at the robber foaming at the mouth on the ground, then at the dark, bat-like monster, his face filled with clear stupidity.

"Boss, what's with this foreigner out in the middle of the night, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, doing cosplay?"

"He was so ruthless! He pierced the kid's leg bone right through the flesh!"

Lu Jingyan narrowed his eyes slightly, quietly watching the black figure bathed in the downpour.

That halo of the rule of law, based on absolute rationality, raced through my mind.

There was no admiration for superheroes in his eyes, nor any awe for the Dark Knight.

There is only one kind of deep displeasure: seeing arrogant, lawless people acting recklessly right under one's nose.

Batman's keen hearing picked up on the noise coming from the alleyway.

He turned his head and glanced coldly at Lu Jingyan and the other two through the rain.

Without any unnecessary words, he habitually performed the standard action after each act of chivalry.

He suddenly swung his arm, and the huge black cloak billowed up like bat wings, perfectly blocking all view.

At the same time, he quickly reached for his tactical belt with his other hand, and a grappling hook gun with barbs was launched.

He prepared to shoot at the dripping beast on the nearby high-rise building, completing his classic exit that was mysterious and unpredictable, forever leaving the world only with a dark silhouette.

But this time, he didn't even have time to pull the trigger with his grappling hook.

A long, powerful hand with distinct joints resembles an iron clamp reaching out from the void.

The hand pierced through the rain and the cloak without the slightest deviation.

It landed precisely on his shoulder, which was covered with high-strength composite armor.

Batman's heart clenched instantly, and his pupils dilated sharply beneath his mask.

How is that possible!

He received top-tier training from the world's most elite assassin guild, and his perception is sharp enough to detect the sound of a pin dropping a hundred meters away.

But when did this Asian man in the black tactical trench coat cross the distance of more than ten meters to get behind him?

He didn't hear even the slightest footstep or breathing sound!

"The moves were pretty cool, but the procedure was wrong."

Lu Jingyan's deep and authoritative voice rang in Batman's ears.

The hand he placed on his shoulder didn't use any exaggerated brute force, but it carried an absolute sense of order that made it impossible for anyone to even think of resisting.

That is the suppression from the modern legal code, the ultimate lock representing state violence.

Batman instinctively wanted to retaliate. His muscles tensed, and he swung his left elbow back sharply, attempting to break free of control using close-quarters combat techniques.

But Lu Jingyan's actions were faster and more ruthless than his.

With a seemingly casual gesture, Lu Jingyan precisely locked Batman's wrist joint, then twisted it to dissipate all of Batman's explosive power.

"Click, click."

Two crisp, metallic clanging sounds were particularly jarring in the rainy night.

A pair of silver handcuffs, gleaming with a cold light, smoothly locked Batman's wrists, which were stained with the blood of criminals.

The alley fell into a deathly silence.

Even the two robbers next to him who hadn't fainted yet forgot their pain at that moment.

They stared in disbelief at the scene, their breath caught in their throats.

The Dark Knight, a legend of Gotham City, feared by countless supervillains.

He was actually handcuffed by a complete stranger from out of town using the most ordinary police handcuffs?

Zhao Tiezhu stepped forward with another pair of handcuffs and quickly chained the three robbers on the ground together like a string of candied hawthorns.

He wiped the rain off his face, looked at the man in black still wearing a mask, and clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Hey, your bodysuit is pretty good quality, it even has bulletproof layers?"

"But buddy, you're really into standing up for the underdog. Even when you're doing a good deed, you can't beat someone to death."

Lu Jingyan released his hand, slowly took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the raindrops from his fingertips.

His deep black eyes stared at the angry and confused eyes beneath Batman's mask.

His tone was as calm as if he were handling a routine street brawl.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Your act of stopping the robbery can indeed be legally classified as self-defense or an act of bravery."

Lu Jingyan abruptly changed the subject, his voice suddenly becoming cold and sharp, each word striking at the very bottom line of modern rule of law.

"But your subsequent actions of breaking the suspects' legs and crushing their ribs have far exceeded the necessary limits."

"In my country, this is called intentional assault."

Lu Jingyan stepped forward, his icy gaze almost piercing through the black mask.

"Moreover, you are wearing this strange outfit in the middle of the night, without any official law enforcement credentials."

"You are abusing your power to punish citizens on the street; that's called illegal law enforcement while masked."

"Both offenses are combined and constitute a serious case of 'picking quarrels and provoking trouble'."

Batman's brain, which had weathered countless storms, experienced a rare short circuit at this moment.

Intentional injury? Illegal law enforcement? Disorderly conduct?

These laws, which have long been trampled underfoot in Gotham City, a place filled with poison gas, bombs, and the clown's maniacal laughter.

Today, a foreign policeman so solemnly slapped this Dark Knight in the face!

A wicked fire, a mixture of absurdity and anger, ignited deep within him.

This outsider has absolutely no idea about the Gotham ecosystem!

Here, the law is just a piece of waste paper that can be torn to shreds at any time by capital and gangsters.

If he hadn't become a symbol of fear, those robbed jewelry store owners and those innocent civilians walking in the dark would have long been corpses at the bottom of Gotham River.

He rose from the abyss time and time again, using his own flesh and blood to repair the city's countless wounds.

He has paid a price that is unimaginable to ordinary people in order to uphold his bottom line of not killing.

Now, this man in handcuffs is actually standing on a moral high ground, using those hypocritical legal clauses to judge his contributions?

This is an absolute insult to his lifelong beliefs.

Batman struggled violently.

Although his wrists were marked with red welts from the handcuffs, his tall and upright figure remained perfectly straight.

His eyes, hidden in the shadows, were fixed on Lu Jingyan, a fierce counterattack born from the violation of a belief he had upheld for decades.

Batman glared at Lu Jingyan, his voice low and menacing as he roared, "What do you know? This is Gotham, and I am justice here!"