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

The sweltering heat, mixed with the acrid smell of the engine, hit Lu Jingyan's face directly.

The front of the Bugatti Veyron was less than five centimeters from his knee. If he had braked just half a second later, this civil servant who had just landed might have died in the line of duty, and the story would have ended there.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing a cool and aloof face wearing sunglasses.

Ye Fan, the "Dragon King of the Northern Frontier" in the original book.

Having just returned to China less than three days ago, this guy clearly hasn't adapted to the country's traffic laws yet, or rather, in his so-called "Dragon King's Palace" logic, traffic lights are only fit to restrict ordinary people.

"Are you looking for death?"

Ye Fan rested one hand on the steering wheel, a signature crooked smile playing on his lips that made you want to punch him. "Little traffic cop, get out of the way. Since you know my license plate, you should know who I am. If you delay my business, your whole family can't afford to pay for it."

Arrogant.

That's outrageous.

Although the surrounding private car owners dared not speak out in anger, they all quietly rolled down their windows and held up their phones to capture the scene of this ignorant traffic cop being humiliated.

After all, this is a big shot whom even the city's capital city officials have to bow and scrape to.

Lu Jingyan did not touch it.

He simply looked at Ye Fan calmly, while the "Light of the Righteous Path" system in his mind was frantically refreshing the screen.

[Detected that "Dragon King" Ye Fan is releasing killing intent, attempting to suppress the host through his aura.]

[Passive skill "Absolute Reason" triggered, grants immunity to mental suppression.]

[Violations detected: running red lights (3 times), speeding over 50%, and failing to yield to pedestrians. Immediate action recommended.]

Lu Jingyan raised his hand, straightened the brim of his hat, and then gave a standard salute to that smug face.

The movements were crisp and clean, exuding a cold, mechanical beauty.

"Hello, I am Lu Jingyan from the Jinghai City Traffic Police Detachment, badge number 9527."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried powerfully through the noisy street: "Please show me your driver's license and vehicle registration."

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment.

He took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of fierce eyes, looking at Lu Jingyan as if he were an alien.

The script is wrong!

Logically, upon hearing his warning, shouldn't this young traffic cop be terrified, either wetting himself or begging for mercy on his knees? What's with this completely calm tone?

Are you deaf?

Ye Fan suddenly pushed open the car door and got out.

He was 1.85 meters tall, his muscular physique making his designer shirt bulge, and he exuded a bloody aura from years of fighting on the battlefield.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have been so frightened by this aura that their legs would have gone weak.

Auxiliary police officer Xiao Zhang was trembling like a leaf behind him, holding the walkie-talkie and trying to call for backup, but he couldn't press the button no matter what he tried.

Ye Fan walked up to Lu Jingyan, looking down at him condescendingly, his voice extremely low: "Kid, when I was commanding 100,000 soldiers in the Northern Territory, you were still wearing open-crotch pants. I don't like repeating myself, get lost."

Lu Jingyan remained unmoved.

He didn't even blink; he simply tilted his head slightly and pointed to the still-flashing red light above him.

"Sir, no matter how many people you command, according to the Road Traffic Safety Law, stop at red lights and go at green lights."

Lu Jingyan pulled out his police mobile phone from his waist, his tone as calm as if he were reading an instruction manual, "In addition, you just ran three red lights in a row and were speeding excessively in a busy urban area. According to the new regulations, you will have 18 points deducted, be fined 2000 yuan, and have your driver's license revoked."

"What did you say?"

Ye Fan laughed in anger. He, the mighty Dragon King, had his driver's license revoked by a mere traffic cop on his very first day back in the country? If word got out, how could he ever face the international mercenary world again?

"What if I don't give it to them?"

Ye Fan stepped forward, his chest almost touching Lu Jingyan's nose, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. "Not only will I not give it to you, I'm leaving right now. You dare try to stop me?"

The air froze instantly.

The onlookers were on tenterhooks.

"Brother Lu... let it go..." Xiao Zhang called out from behind, his voice trembling with tears, "Those are people from the Ye family..."

Lu Jingyan sighed.

Seriously, why do these main characters always seem to misunderstand human language? Why do they always have to be forced to take action?

"He did not cooperate with law enforcement and verbally threatened police officers."

Lu Jingyan took a half step back, creating a safe distance, and his eyes, hidden under the brim of his hat, suddenly sharpened. "First warning."

"I'm warning you, you old man!"

Ye Fan clearly didn't take the warning seriously and reached out to shove Lu Jingyan's shoulder, shouting, "Get out of my way!"

Just as his hand was about to touch the police uniform.

Lu Jingyan made a move.

There were no fancy moves, just a simple side-step grappling.

fast.

So fast that even the afterimage was not visible.

Ye Fan only felt a blur before his eyes, and his outstretched wrist was gripped by a large, iron-like hand. Immediately afterwards, an irresistible force surged through his joints, making him dizzy and disoriented!

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The once arrogant Dragon King was pinned face down against the scorching hot hood of the Bugatti.

"ah--!"

Ye Fan let out a humiliating roar, "You dare touch me?! I am..."

"Click."

The cold silver bracelet was cleanly and decisively fastened to his wrist, interrupting his spellcasting.

The entire room fell silent.

Only the mechanical countdown from the traffic lights.

Xiao Zhang's walkie-talkie fell to the ground with a "thud," and his mouth gaped open wide enough to fit a light bulb.

Lu Jingyan held down Ye Fan, who was still struggling wildly, with one hand, and spoke into the body camera with that infuriatingly calm tone:

"The person involved violently resisted law enforcement and attempted to assault a police officer. In accordance with Article 50 of the Law on Penalties for Administration of Public Security, he/she is hereby summoned for compulsory summons."

"Let me go! I have privileges! I've shed blood for my country!"

Ye Fan's face was contorted from being squeezed, but he was still roaring, "Call your bureau chief! I'll have him fire you! I'll make your whole family beg for food!"

"privilege?"

Lu Jingyan pulled out a walkie-talkie, as if he had heard a joke.

"On the streets of Jinghai, the only privileges are for ambulances and fire trucks. As for you..."

He paused, then delivered another blow to the still impotently enraged Dragon King:

"That's a negative example of violating traffic regulations."

"Command Center, this is 9527. A serious traffic accident and assault on police officers has occurred at the Fu'an Road intersection. The suspect has been apprehended. Requesting tow truck assistance. Oh, and by the way, the suspect is extremely agitated; we suggest bringing some sedatives."

After hanging up the walkie-talkie, Lu Jingyan dusted off his hands and looked at the priceless Bugatti as if it were a pile of scrap metal.

The onlookers finally realized what was happening.

It's unclear who started it, but the applause started sporadically and then turned into thunderous cheers.

"Awesome! That traffic cop is so cool!"

"I've disliked this car for a long time. So what if it's a sports car?"

"That's satisfying! That's what a people's police officer should be like!"

Hearing the cheers around him, Ye Fan was so angry he almost spat out blood. His return as the Dragon King should have been the center of attention, so why was he being treated like a monkey in the street?

Within minutes, police cars and tow trucks arrived in support.

Watching Ye Fan being shoved into the back seat of the police car like a dead dog, still shouting "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river," Lu Jingyan shook his head.

Are villains' lines really that scarce these days?

Just as he was preparing to call it a day and go back to write the case report that might shock the entire city of Jinghai.

Another screeching sound of brakes rang out at the intersection.

This time, it's a flashy red Ferrari.

The car door opened, and a man in a bespoke suit angrily stepped out, completely ignoring the tow truck working nearby and the police officers scattered on the ground.

He strode towards the passenger side, yanked open the door, and yelled at the woman inside who was about to get out:

"Woman, you're playing with fire!"