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

"passport?"

These two words were like two nails, firmly driven into Gui Dao's eardrums.

His face, contorted with anger, instantly froze into a comical emoji.

He had imagined countless conversations that would take place after his arrest.

Lu Jingyan might use torture to extract a confession, demanding to know who the mastermind is; he might stand tall and righteous, rebuking him for his disregard for life; he might even show a sense of mutual respect for this "world's number one" strongman.

But he never expected that the first thing the other person asked about was his passport.

"I'm here to kill someone!"

Ghost Blade glared with bloodshot eyes, spitting half a meter away, "I smuggled myself in from the Golden Triangle rainforest! I crossed the Mekong River! And you're asking me for my passport? Are you insulting my professional ethics?!"

"very good."

Lu Jingyan nodded, his face showing no surprise, but rather an expression of "I knew it." He turned to look at Su Xiaoxiao behind him and snapped his fingers.

"Xiaoxiao, check it out."

"Received!" Su Xiaoxiao had already prepared her tablet, her fingers flying across the keyboard a few times. She then looked up, adjusted her glasses, and reported to her supervisor in a clear, crisp voice:

"Captain Lu, we've found him. Facial recognition match successful. This person is named 'Chachai,' a citizen of Thailand, and is indeed a frequent name on Interpol's Red Notice list. However, we can't find any entry records in our immigration system."

She paused for a moment, then concluded: "In other words, he is a typical 'three-illegal' person—illegally entered the country, illegally resided, and illegally employed."

"Did you hear that?"

Lu Jingyan looked at Gui Dao again, his tone as calm as if he were dealing with an illegal street vendor, "Illegal entry, carrying a controlled knife, and..."

He pointed to the mess on the ground, "and they even tried to engage in high-risk illegal labor activities in my jurisdiction without a work permit. That's called illegal employment."

"Employment?!"

Ghost Blade felt as if he'd been punched hard in the chest, almost choking on his own breath. "I'm an assassin! An assassin! That's art! Not a job!"

"If you take someone's money and do their bidding, isn't that working?"

Lu Jingyan looked at him as if he were an idiot. "You took on a $100 million order, that's a labor contract. You provide labor services within China, but you don't apply for a work visa or pay income tax, that's illegal employment."

"You..." Ghost Blade trembled with anger. He wanted to refute, but found that he could not find any logical flaws in his argument.

"Since they are 'illegal, undocumented, and undocumented' individuals, things will be easier."

Lu Jingyan ignored the assassin who was on the verge of a brain hemorrhage, and directly took out his walkie-talkie and switched to another channel.

"Command center, this is Lu Jingyan. Please transfer me to the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Exit-Entry Administration Division."

"Yes, I have a case involving an international individual. We've apprehended a foreign national who entered the country illegally. He/She has no passport and no temporary residence permit, and the circumstances are serious. Please send a vehicle over and use the fast track to deport him/her directly."

Upon hearing the word "repatriation," Ghost Blade went completely insane.

He struggled violently, the handcuffs rattling behind his back. Even with Zhao Tiezhu holding him down tightly, he still desperately raised his head and let out a desperate roar:

"No! You can't do this to me!"

"I am Ghost Blade! I am the world's number one assassin! I was convicted of attempted murder! You should try me! You should lock me up in the highest-security prison and have the best interrogation experts interrogate me! Then sentence me to life imprisonment or the death penalty!"

For a king who walks the dark world, even death must be a glorious one, dying on the dock or under the guns of the firing squad.

That's what you call a curtain call.

Deported because he did not have a temporary residence permit?

What's this called?

That's called social death!

If this gets out, how will he ever be able to survive in the assassin world? His Interpol warrant will become a joke!

"Trial?"

Lu Jingyan hung up the walkie-talkie, walked up to Gui Dao, leaned down slightly, and looked at him with a hint of disdain.

"Our judicial resources are very valuable, why should we waste them on someone like you who didn't even buy a ticket?"

He patted Ghost Blade's dusty shoulder.

"Besides, aren't you 'number one in the world'? I'm sure the police in Country T miss you terribly. Sending you back will save us taxpayers money on food and give us an international cooperation award—a win-win situation."

"No--!!!"

Ghost Blade let out a scream even more piercing and agonizing than when he was slammed to the ground, "Kill me! Go ahead and kill me if you dare! Lu Jingyan, you have no warrior spirit! You're a devil!"

Ten minutes later.

An Iveco police car with the words "Immigration Management" printed on it, its blue lights flashing, stopped at the broken entrance of the hotel.

Two burly police officers, specializing in dealing with illegal workers, walked in. Without even glancing at Gui Dao's "I'm going to eat you alive" expression, they skillfully took out a plastic restraint strap and tied his feet up as well.

"Stay still! Don't move!"

One of the police officers dragged Gui Dao by the arm like a dead pig, yelling, "What are you yelling for? Never seen deportation before? Go back and get your passport sorted before you come back!"

"I'm not working illegally! I'm a hitman! I'm a hitman!"

Ghost Blade was dragged on the ground, his shoes leaving two long marks on the marble floor. He turned around in despair, staring intently at Lu Jingyan, trying to make a final struggle.

"I have dignity! I have no feelings! I am a killing machine! You can't just throw me out like trash!"

"Shut up!"

The police officer impatiently slapped him on the back of the head. "What do you mean you have no feelings? You can't even take the high-speed rail without an ID card. You say you have no feelings? Get on the train!"

Lu Jingyan stood on the steps of the banquet hall, his hands in his pockets, quietly watching the farce come to an end.

The night wind blew in from outside, stirring up the scraps of paper on the ground.

"Team Leader Lu..."

Zhao Tiezhu walked to his side, watching the Iveco van drive away, and couldn't help but swallow hard. "This...that's it? That was a $100 million assassin."

"Otherwise what?"

Lu Jingyan pushed up his glasses, turned around and looked at the group of guests behind him who were completely dumbfounded, as well as Lu Zhenhua, whose face was full of awe.

"The best punishment for someone who breaks the rules is not killing them."

"Instead, we'll pull him down from his pedestal and treat him like an ordinary petty thug, dealing with him for spitting in public or not having a temporary residence permit."

As he spoke, he picked up another glass of orange juice from a passing waiter's tray and raised it in greeting.

"Dad, the company party continues... Oh no, the doors are all broken."

Lu Jingyan glanced at the empty door frame and shrugged.

"Then let's adjourn the meeting. Remember to have the finance department pay the fine at the immigration office tomorrow, since this person was arrested at our family banquet, so they bear some responsibility."

The entire room fell silent.

Only Lu Zhenhua shakily raised his glass, wanting to take a sip to calm his nerves, only to find that the glass was already empty.

Meanwhile, on that repatriation vehicle speeding towards the airport.

Ghost Blade pressed his face tightly against the wire mesh-sealed car window, watching the rapidly receding night view of Jinghai outside, and let out a cry from the depths of his soul:

"Lu Jingyan! You just wait! Once I get my passport... no, once I get my visa! I'll be back!!!"