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

The hidden meteor streaked across the dark curtain of the universe.

The light left a long tail before falling into the debris belt at the edge of the Milky Way, eventually leaving not even a spark.

The meteor that represented the system vanished completely at the edge of the Milky Way. Lu Jingyan's mind remained completely calm, like a deep, still pool.

The air vents in front of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows of the spaceport are blowing out cool air.

A cold wind hit the back of my neck.

Lu Jingyan's exposed skin, outside his collar, instinctively broke out in a fine layer of goosebumps.

He raised his hand and rubbed the side of his neck twice with the pad of his thumb.

The rough texture traveled to my cerebral cortex. It was a little cold and a little dry.

This is the most realistic physiological response from an ordinary human being. Without the support of higher-dimensional energy, this body begins to obediently follow the metabolic rules of carbon-based organisms.

He turned around and strode into the office.

The leather shoe soles struck the metal mosaic floor with a dull thud. A slight ache rose in my thigh muscles—the natural wear and tear from bearing my weight.

The storage cabinet in the corner was flashing a blue light.

He walked over and placed his palm on the recognition area. The cabinet door slid open with a "click".

Lu Jingyan gripped the dark black interstellar combat suit jacket he was wearing with both hands. He pressed his fingers against the hidden buttons below the collar and pulled it outwards forcefully.

The metal clips popped open one after another.

He ripped off the uniform, which contained liquid Sirius metal and could withstand plasma cannon fire.

He casually tossed it onto the leather sofa next to him.

The clothes made a loud noise when they hit the sofa, denting the cushion.

Lu Jingyan stretched his shoulders, his knuckles cracking twice. Without the heavy armor, the air around his shoulders felt much lighter.

He bent down and pulled out a vacuum-sealed transparent compression bag from the bottom of the cabinet.

Tear open the seal.

A strong, pungent smell of camphor balls mixed with the cheap lemon-scented scent of laundry detergent hit my nostrils.

Folded inside was a slightly faded short-sleeved shirt. The shoulder patch bore the insignia of the Jinghai City Public Security Bureau, and the cotton fabric at the collar had long since frayed.

Lu Jingyan unfolded his shirt and put it on.

The pure cotton fabric against the skin doesn't have the cool, smooth, and luxurious feel of nanomaterials; instead, it feels a bit prickly.

He lowered his head and used both hands to fasten the plastic buttons on his chest one by one.

"My goodness..."

A rough, hoarse muttering suddenly came from outside the door.

Zhao Tiezhu swaggered through the gate, clutching half a dented, alien-colored purple melon in his hand.

After taking only two steps, the bald, burly man froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

He stared wide-eyed, forgetting to chew the melon pulp in his mouth. Juice dripped from the corners of his mouth and splattered onto his shoes.

"Chief, what...what are you doing?"

Zhao Tiezhu wiped his mouth haphazardly with the back of his hand and rushed over in a few steps.

He pointed at the old clothes Lu Jingyan was wearing, his face trembling with all the fat on it.

"This is the interstellar era! The Cygnus governors outside are all wearing glowing fiber shirts when they come to meetings. If you wear an old-fashioned shirt, people will think our police station has gone bankrupt and can't pay salaries!"

Lu Jingyan pressed the last button into the buttonhole and smoothed out the hem.

"Clothes are for covering the body."

He walked to the water dispenser, filled a disposable paper cup halfway with warm water, and moistened his dry throat.

"With all those fancy luminescent materials, how can suspects see their targets at night?"

Zhao Tiezhu scratched his bald head, his gaze falling on the interstellar combat suit that had been tossed onto the sofa.

He curiously reached out to pick it up.

As soon as she pinched the fabric and lifted it up, her cheeks immediately turned bright red.

"Wow! This thing usually looks so light and flimsy, but it's incredibly heavy!"

Zhao Tiezhu gritted his teeth, the veins on his arms bulging, before he could barely move the battle uniform to a new position.

Lu Jingyan threw the paper cup into the trash can and turned to look at him.

"The weight of the rule of law is inherently heavy."

He walked to his desk, opened the drawer, and took out the files one by one.

"I used to wear it because things were chaotic outside and rules weren't in place. I needed this suit to keep those fearless space pirates in check."

Lu Jingyan's voice was steady, without any deliberate attempt to raise it, yet it exuded a reassuring and trustworthy quality.

"Now all the major galaxies in the Milky Way have signed the public order regulations. Those who should be arrested have been arrested, and those who should be sent to labor camps have been sent to farm."

He neatly arranged a stack of organized documents on the table.

"If we still have to rely on battleships and high-dimensional weapons to force others to obey the law now, that's not the rule of law, that's warlord dictatorship."

Zhao Tiezhu was stunned.

He scratched his neck. Although he didn't understand everything, he felt that what his director said made sense.

"That's true. Yesterday, even the most notorious smugglers from Centaurus came here to apply for temporary residence permits, and they all obediently lined up and took a number."

The sensor by the gate flashed green.

Bruce walked in silently. The edge of the cape of his Batsuit was still covered in interstellar dust.

The Dark Knight stopped in front of the desk, his gaze sweeping over Lu Jingyan's faded old police uniform.

He narrowed his eyes slightly behind the tactical goggles.

"Sir," Bruce's hoarse voice rang out in the quiet office, "your heart rate is twelve percent faster than usual. Your body temperature is fluctuating due to environmental factors."

He paused for half a second, his tone carrying a hint of rigorous inquiry.

"Did you voluntarily unload that layer of absolutely rational energy biasing field?"

In Bruce and Zhao Tiezhu's minds, Lu Jingyan was an unfathomable, high-dimensional deity. They were completely unaware of the system's existence, simply assuming that their director had concealed his supernatural powers.

Lu Jingyan did not explain.

He opened the hidden compartment on his right with a combination lock and entered a complex string of numbers.

The hidden compartment popped open.

Inside lay a palm-sized black encrypted hard drive. Its casing was made of titanium alloy, and its four corners gleamed with a faint red light.

This is the core handover file for the entire Earth Interstellar Federation and the operation of the Milky Way Police Station.

"The rules are already written down, and a consensus has been reached among all humankind. All that remains is to follow them step by step."

Lu Jingyan did not answer Bruce's question.

He reached out and picked up the cold hard drive. The metal edge brushed against his fingertips; the touch was real and heavy.

He walked around the large mahogany desk and stood in front of Bruce.

The two were less than half a meter apart.

Lu Jingyan handed Bruce an encrypted hard drive filled with handover documents: "This is yours now. I'm going back to Earth to enjoy the evening breeze in Jinghai City."