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

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!"

The cold night rain trickled down his pure black Kevlar bulletproof hood, dripping into the muddy puddles.

This roar, filled with boundless rage, was transmitted through the voice changer built into the suit, sounding like the howl of a demon from the depths of hell.

The muscles on his arms, as tough as steel bars, suddenly bulged.

The fibers of the suit emitted a faint cracking sound as they struggled to withstand the strain.

He tried to break free of the seemingly ordinary silver shackles on his wrists with a terrifying strength that was enough to easily lift a pickup truck.

As a top-tier fighter trained to the extreme by the Assassin's Creed, he would never allow himself to be so easily controlled by an Asian of unknown origin.

Lu Jingyan's deep black eyes remained completely undisturbed.

He watched silently as the masked man raged helplessly in the rain.

It's like watching a severely delusional person with chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) who is hopelessly addicted to a hero role-playing game.

There were no fluctuations of supernatural energy, nor any exaggerated expressions.

The cold, stern smile that belonged to a law enforcer gradually rose upwards under the dim neon lights.

"justice?"

Lu Jingyan parted his thin lips slightly and uttered two words filled with extreme mockery.

The next second, he moved.

Without any unnecessary preparation, he took a precise half-step forward with his right foot, clad in military tactical boots.

The water on the ground was instantly burst by the soles of the shoes, and the murky water splashed out before it could fully disperse in mid-air.

His large, well-defined hand had already reached out like a shadow, carrying an irresistible legal pressure.

The hand deftly avoided all the counterattack spikes on the bat suit.

It gripped the most vulnerable mechanical connection gap in Batman's neck armor tightly.

Batman's pupils contracted sharply beneath his mask, and his heart skipped a beat.

His prized combat instincts didn't even have time to send a warning signal to his brain.

He felt an unparalleled force pouring down from the other's fingertips.

Lu Jingyan's wrist suddenly twisted, and the core strength of his waist was released instantly like a taut steel whip.

This seemingly casual gesture of pushing and pressing contains a god-level fighting principle under the blessing of absolute rationality.

Batman's heavy body, weighing over two hundred pounds, was like a tattered sandbag that had lost its center of gravity.

Forced up by this immense force, it traced a undignified parabola in mid-air.

The veteran Gotham police officer who came to provide support at the alley entrance happened to witness this illogical scene.

The donut he had just taken a bite of fell into the muddy puddle with a "plop".

His weathered and bearded face was utterly distorted by overwhelming terror.

My God, that Dark Knight who struck fear into the hearts of the entire Gotham mob.

He was actually taken down with one hand by a man who didn't even draw his gun, using the most basic over-the-shoulder throw?

"Bang--!"

A dull, loud metallic clang resounded through the rainy night.

Batman's face slammed hard into the hood of the Ford police car.

The police car emitted a piercing siren, its red and blue flashing lights flashing wildly.

The thick bulletproof steel plate was smashed by this monstrous force, creating a half-meter-wide, human-shaped dent.

"Cough cough..."

Batman felt a metallic taste rise in his throat, and his brain experienced a brief but intense dizziness.

His prized kinetic energy-absorbing armor was completely ineffective against this pure physical attack.

He didn't even have time to grit his teeth and struggle to get up.

Lu Jingyan's large hand, clad in a white tactical glove, had already pressed mercilessly onto the back of his head.

He pressed his face, hidden behind the mask, firmly against the cold, slippery hood, unable to move.

"Without law enforcement power granted by the state, the justice you speak of is nothing but cheap self-pity."

Lu Jingyan looked down at him, his voice more piercing than the winter rain in Gotham City.

The sound wasn't loud, but it pierced through the rain, each word striking Batman's eardrums.

"You walk around the streets every night in this bodysuit, beat criminals half to death, and then hang them from a street lamp."

"You think you're saving this city?"

Lu Jingyan let out a cold laugh devoid of any warmth.

"Have you ever considered that your private acts of violence, which involve no legal evidence collection procedures, are unacceptable?"

"Will it just make those rich defense lawyers laugh in court?"

Lu Jingyan increased the pressure on his hands, peeling back the layers of the strict logic of the law.

"The evidence you obtained illegally cannot be used as evidence in court under the modern judicial system."

"By assaulting a suspect, you are only giving them leverage to file a countersuit against the police for excessive force and to apply for state compensation."

"Those lunatics you personally arrested can simply spend some money to file a lawsuit, and the next day they can walk out of Arkham Asylum's revolving doors with impunity!"

Batman was breathing heavily, and cold rain streamed down his mask into his eyes, blurring his vision.

Every word Lu Jingyan uttered was like a sharp scalpel, precisely and cruelly cutting into the faith he had upheld for ten years.

His hands gripped the metal of the police car so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force.

"If I didn't do this... the police wouldn't dare touch those thugs! The law has long since become ineffective in this city!"

Batman gritted his teeth and let out a low growl of resentment, attempting a final rebuttal.

"So you've chosen to become a privileged class that's above the law?"

Lu Jingyan released his grip, took a half step back, and his eyes were sharp as knives.

"Your violence will only create more crazy people who challenge you in search of thrills!"

"You think you're deterring crime, but in reality, you're just providing the city's perverts with the most glamorous stage to perform."

Lu Jingyan straightened the hem of his trench coat, his tone full of undisguised mockery.

"You're a vigilante? No, you're just a rich, ignorant lawbreaker."

The words "ignorant of the law" struck Batman like a hammer blow, shattering his proud psychological defenses.

He originally thought he was a knight lurking in the darkness, the only beacon of hope for Gotham City.

But in the eyes of this law enforcement officer from the East, his actions became the culprit for undermining judicial fairness.

The faces of his archenemies laughing maniacally in Arkham flashed uncontrollably through his mind.

The Joker, the Riddler, Two-Face...

Is it really because of his repeated unrestrained transgressions that they find the game increasingly interesting?

He thought he was the cure for the city's decay, but he ended up becoming the poison that accelerated its deterioration.

Batman slumped to the ground in despair.

He leaned against the tires of the police car, his black cloak, a symbol of fear, now stained with filthy mud.

He did not try to resist again, nor did he try to untie the shackles on his wrists.

Those eyes, hidden in the shadows, were filled with a deep sense of confusion and self-doubt after the collapse of faith.

Faced with this airtight legal logic, his theory of maintaining peace with sheer courage appears utterly pale and powerless.

Zhao Tiezhu stood to the side, holding the Gatling gun, and couldn't help but click his tongue as he looked at the dejected masked swordsman.

"Boss, this kid looks pretty strong, but his mental fortitude is really weak!"

"After your lecture, I look like a defeated chicken, too weak to even talk back."

Su Xiaoxiao climbed out of the SUV and opened a black windproof umbrella to shield Lu Jingyan's head.

She held in her hand a thick booklet that had just been printed out on a portable printer and quickly translated into English.

"Director Lu, the application materials for overseas auxiliary police officers you requested are ready."

Su Xiaoxiao suppressed a laugh and handed over the booklet that smelled of fresh ink.

Lu Jingyan took the booklet and glanced indifferently at Batman, who was lying on the ground questioning his existence.

In this foreign land lacking basic legal education, order can never be established through violence.

The goal is to confine these arrogant, flying superheroes into a cage of dimensions.

This must begin with reshaping their professional outlook.

Looking at the listless Mr. Bat, Lu Jingyan tossed him a copy of the "National Civil Service Examination Syllabus": "Want to arrest people? Sure, you'll have to pass the exam to get a government job first. Don't take the job without a certificate."