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

On the holographic projection map, the territory of the Sakura Kingdom is flashing a provocative red light.

Su Xiaoxiao was so angry that her cheeks puffed out, and she slammed her fist on the coffee table.

"They actually dared to issue an official letter claiming their involvement in organized crime is legal? This is blatantly distorting legal principles!"

Lu Jingyan calmly withdrew his gaze, picked up the cup of black coffee that had already cooled, and took a sip.

"Since they misunderstand the word 'legal'."

The man's long, slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, producing a dull, rhythmic sound.

"Then we'll go and teach them ourselves what the true bottom line of human civilization is."

"Pack your gear and change your flight to Tokyo."

Eight hours later.

Under a gloomy sky, the VIP passage doors at Tokyo Narita International Airport slowly slid to the sides.

Before the glass door was fully opened, a strong smell of cheap hairspray mixed with the salty smell of the sea breeze rushed in without warning.

Lu Jingyan, wearing a black police uniform jacket, peered through the crack in the glass door with his deep gaze.

In that brief second, the pale blue, regular light in his eyes began to operate at high speed, deconstructing the scene before him frame by frame.

0.1 second.

Eight square formations were neatly arranged in the open-air plaza outside the terminal building.

Five hundred burly men with buzz cuts and wearing black sunglasses formed an impenetrable black wall, completely blocking the exit.

0.2 seconds.

The men in suits standing at the front row all pressed their hands tightly against their thighs.

Lu Jingyan's extraordinary vision clearly captured an absurd detail.

Without exception, all five hundred hands pressed tightly against the seams of the trousers were missing a section of their little finger.

0.5 seconds.

A sickeningly loud sound of leather shoes scraping the ground suddenly rang out.

Five hundred strong men suddenly bent over in an exaggerated, standard ninety-degree posture.

The black suit fabric taut from the vigorous movements, faintly revealing the menacing demon mask tattoo beneath the collar.

It ended in one second.

"A warm welcome to Director Lu for his guidance!"

Five hundred people simultaneously unleashed rough Japanese roars from deep within their throats, the enormous sound waves causing the airport's glass curtain walls to vibrate.

This is not a welcome; it is a blatant demonstration of force.

Zhao Tiezhu's eyes widened in disbelief, and he nearly dropped the black guitar case in his hand.

He wasn't afraid, but rather bewildered by the group's insane behavior.

"Director Lu, are these bastards out of their minds? They're missing a finger and they dare to show their faces?"

Zhao Tiezhu's rough, large hands had already reached for the clasp on the guitar case, and the cold barrel of the Gatling gun was poised to fire.

Bruce immediately grabbed his shoulder.

The Dark Knight's body camera flashed red lights frantically, uploading this visually striking scene in real time.

"This is the Yakuza's unique culture of cutting off fingers as an apology; they are the core elite of the Yamaguchi-gumi."

Bruce's deep voice carried a rare hint of solemnity.

Lu Jingyan didn't even pause for half a second.

He walked out the door with one hand in his pocket and a calm gait.

Several police officers in Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department uniforms stood sweating profusely next to the gangsters.

The lead inspector, Sato, trotted up to meet him like a startled quail.

"Director Lu! You must be tired from your journey!"

Sato kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a white handkerchief, his back bent even lower than those of the gangsters.

"I'm so sorry to have caused you trouble. But please understand, they're just here to... pick you up from the airport."

Lu Jingyan looked down at the timid local policeman from his elevated position.

A chilling, mocking smile curled at the corners of the man's lips.

"Picking me up from the airport?"

Lu Jingyan extended his white-gloved index finger, pointing at the burly men in black covered in tattoos.

"Five hundred thugs suspected of organized crime blocked the airport gate, and you, as a police officer, are telling me this is called picking someone up from the airport?"

Sato shuddered in fright and quickly lowered his voice to explain.

"Director Lu, you are unaware of this."

"According to our country's laws, as long as they complete the registration as a foundation with the Metropolitan Police Department, they are legal non-governmental organizations!"

"We do not have the authority to arrest legally registered citizens..."

This utterly absurd statement made Su Xiaoxiao, who was standing behind, laugh in anger.

The girl's slender fingers tapped rapidly on the tactical tablet.

"Legal? In the past three years, their brothels have been involved in 370 cases of illegal detention!"

"Sixty-two people jumped to their deaths due to violent debt collection by loan sharks!"

Su Xiaoxiao shoved the screen into Sato's face, "You call this legal?!"

Sato awkwardly turned his head away, his eyes darting away, unable to look directly at the bloody data.

Lu Jingyan gently patted Su Xiaoxiao's shoulder, signaling her to step back.

There was no anger in his deep black eyes, only an absolute rationality in his view of the garbage to be disposed of.

"Inspector Sato, I'm going to teach you a basic jurisprudence today."

The man's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a heavy, authoritative force capable of crushing any sophistry.

"The legalization of gangs is a distorted rule set by your tiny island nation."

Lu Jingyan slowly scanned the five hundred burly men who were still bent over.

"But here, there are only the rules of human civilization."

"No matter what kind of legal entity you register as, or what legal guise you wear."

"As long as it involves organized crime or exploits ordinary people, there are only two words in my eyes."

Lu Jingyan paused, then parted his thin lips and uttered two words.

"Rubbish."

These two words were pronounced in perfect Japanese and clearly resounded throughout the entire square.

The air seemed to have been completely sucked out in that instant.

The five hundred gang members, who had been bending over, suddenly raised their heads.

Five hundred pairs of bloodshot eyes stared intently at Lu Jingyan, and a fierce aura spread wildly across the square.

The crowd parted like Moses parting the sea, creating a passage through it.

A gaunt old man dressed in a pure black kimono and wooden clogs walked out slowly with gloomy steps.

He is the current young head of the Yamaguchi-gumi, Ichiro Watanabe.

Watanabe Ichiro's face, which resembled withered tree bark, was completely expressionless.

He slowly walked to a stop three meters in front of Lu Jingyan.

His withered hand slowly rested on the hilt of the antique katana at his waist.

This is also a moment that is stretched out infinitely.

In a fraction of a second, the thumb pushes open the hilt.

At 0.3 seconds, the snow-white blade scraped against the scabbard, emitting a piercing low hum.

At 0.5 seconds, a chilling metallic glint pierced the gloomy Tokyo sky.

"Whoosh—"

The samurai sword was drawn, its tip firmly pointed at Lu Jingyan's throat.

A cruel light, like that of a venomous snake, flickered in Watanabe Ichiro's murky eyes.

He grinned, revealing two rows of uneven, yellow teeth.

The Yamaguchi-gumi leader drew his katana and taunted Lu Jingyan: "Director Lu, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. How about a one-on-one fight according to the rules of the underworld?"