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

The city police interrogation room was bathed in a stark white light, which shone on Jessica's face—or rather, on the face of the woman whose ID card bore the name "Li Zhaodi."

At this moment, where is there even a trace of the elegant socialite demeanor she exudes in Michelin-starred restaurants?

Her counterfeit Chanel suit, made in Yiwu, was wrinkled and crumpled. Her delicate "no-makeup" makeup was washed away by tears, leaving her face crisscrossed with wrinkles, and her false eyelashes were about to fall into her mouth. She gripped the interrogation chair tightly with both hands, her emotions so agitated that she resembled a tragic heroine in a drama who had been betrayed by the whole world.

"Am I wrong? Is it wrong for me to want a good life?"

Li Zhaodi screamed, her voice shrill and piercing, "I was born in a remote mountain village, and I don't want to spend my whole life tightening screws in a factory. I want to change my fate! I'm working hard to improve myself, learning flower arranging, horseback riding, wine tasting—even if I learn from videos, that's still learning! This is motivation! This is hard work!"

Sitting opposite her, Lu Jingyan flipped through the confession in her hand with a blank expression. Next to her were a large number of chat logs and "training materials" exported from her phone.

Su Xiaoxiao sat next to him taking notes, and she rolled her eyes so hard they almost popped out of her head.

"Inspirational?"

Lu Jingyan threw a printed copy of "The Ultimate Guide to Becoming a Top Socialite" on the table with a crisp "thud".

"Your motivation is spending 298 yuan to join a group, then sharing an afternoon tea with forty other people, just to post on social media and hook up with rich guys? Your struggle is forging a Harvard degree and claiming a rented luxury car was a coming-of-age gift from your father?"

He pointed to one of the chat logs, his tone indifferent.

"Even those stockings used to 'slay men' are what the group leader calls 'used stockings,' supposedly worn by a real socialite, and believed to bring good luck? Miss Li, this isn't hard work, this is superstition, and it's disgusting."

"What do you know! This is a social circle! It's an admission ticket!"

Li Zhaodi was hit where it hurt, her face flushed red, but she still stubbornly argued, "As long as I can hook up with a rich second-generation heir and get married, it's all worth it! I gave my youth and acting skills, and they gave money; it's a win-win situation! It's an emotional investment!"

"Investment? That's a scam."

Lu Jingyan didn't want to listen to her fallacies anymore.

"According to our investigation, the 'Shanghai Socialite Group' you're in is not a mutual aid organization at all, but a well-organized fraud gang. The group leader, 'Sister Amy,' is responsible for providing fake high-end venues for filming, forging various asset certificates, and teaching so-called 'flirting techniques.' You students are responsible for casting a wide net, finding targets, and carrying out 'pig butchering' style romance scams."

Just half an hour ago, the special investigation team followed the clues and arrested Amy, the group leader who was organizing "socialite photo posing training" at a five-star hotel, and all of her core members.

On "Sister Amy's" computer, police found hundreds of forged property deeds, luxury car registration certificates, and a detailed "hunting list of wealthy individuals."

Lu Jingyan even saw a few familiar names on the list—such as his older brother Lu Mingze, who had just been released from prison.

The note reads: "[He's a rich but naive guy, come quick, but be aware his brother is a policeman, risk rating: five stars]".

When Lu Jingyan saw the list, he almost laughed out of anger. So, in the eyes of these con artists, the Lu family was nothing more than a piece of juicy, fatty pork belly?

"We have verified that last month alone, you defrauded three victims of a total of more than 800,000 yuan by using excuses such as 'mother's serious illness,' 'investment and financial management,' and 'even abortion.'"

Lu Jingyan tapped the table, his eyes sharp as knives. "You used this money to buy counterfeit bags, top up your medical aesthetic cards, and pay group fees. Li Zhaodi, your 'inspirational' achievements are built on other people's hard-earned money."

"So what? They did it voluntarily! It was a case of one willing to give and the other willing to receive!"

Li Zhaodi was still trying to argue, her eyes filled with resentment, "And what's wrong with wanting to marry into a wealthy family? Who in this world doesn't want to be rich? I'm just pursuing my dream!"

"Pursuing dreams is fine, and wanting to marry into a wealthy family is not a crime."

Lu Jingyan stood up, his tall figure casting a shadow that completely enveloped the woman in front of him with her distorted values.

"You can improve yourself, work hard to climb the social class, and even use your beauty to win marriage—that's your freedom. But—"

He leaned down and said, word by word:

"If you use fabricated facts and concealed truths to deceive others' feelings and property, that's a crime. Packaging is acceptable, but packaging glass as diamonds and selling it to someone is fraud."

"You keep saying you want to change your fate, but you've chosen the dirtiest path."

Lu Jingyan straightened the collar of his police uniform, turned and walked towards the door, his voice carrying the air of final judgment:

"Now, your fate has indeed changed. You will spend the next three to seven years in prison. Food and lodging are provided, you won't have to share meals, and you won't have to wear secondhand stockings."

"Take him away and take him into custody!"

As the iron gate slammed shut, Li Zhaodi's cries were cut off behind her.

Stepping out of the interrogation room, Lu Jingyan breathed a sigh of relief.

The sky outside had completely darkened, and the city's neon lights flickered in the night.

"Captain Lu, these people are really...money-hungry." Su Xiaoxiao followed behind, clutching a folder, still sighing, "When Sister Amy was arrested, she was still telling the trainees that it was 'oppression against women,' she's hopeless."

"Desire can reduce a person's IQ to zero."

Lu Jingyan rubbed his throbbing temples. "Organize the case files and hand them over to the procuratorate. That 'Sister Amy' is the main culprit, and the amount involved is huge; it'll probably take at least ten years. As for Li Zhaodi, she's an accomplice and a perpetrator of fraud; she can't escape."

"Yes! By the way, Captain Lu, your aunt called the duty room several times just now, asking how your blind date went..."

Su Xiaoxiao looked at him with a gossipy expression.

Lu Jingyan paused, then sighed helplessly.

This is the most difficult "case" to handle.

"I understand, I'll go back and 'turn myself in' right away."

He waved his hand and walked to the parking lot alone.

He opened the car door and started the engine. The unassuming black Audi glided into traffic and headed towards the Lu family's old residence.

The car was quiet. Lu Jingyan held the steering wheel with one hand, his mind still reviewing the case from earlier.

Suddenly, a familiar electronic sound exploded without warning deep within his mind.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for successfully cracking the "socialite group-buying scam case," purifying the dating market and saving the wallets of countless "unofficial" rich kids!]

[Righteousness Value +80000!]

[The host has recently been frequently encountering traffic-related emergencies (such as staged accidents or rear-end collisions), and is about to face new challenges...]

[Special system reward has been issued: God-level driving skills!]

Lu Jingyan's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly.

God-level driving skills?

He's already a pretty steady driver, so why would he need this thing? To drive in Formula 1?

Before he could finish complaining, a massive stream of information flooded his mind.

It's about the extreme handling techniques of various vehicles—drifting, launch control, cornering through drainage ditches, and even how to drive a Wuling Hongguang with the aura of a Ferrari…

Countless muscle memories merged instantly.

Just then, several blinding high beams flashed in the rearview mirror.

"BOOM—BOOM—!!!"

A deafening roar of engines, like a pack of wild beasts in heat, rapidly approached from behind.

Lu Jingyan frowned and glanced at the rearview mirror.

Several brightly modified sports cars were seen speeding recklessly on the ring road, completely ignoring speed limit signs and even taunting passing vehicles with S-shaped maneuvers.

The lead modified GTR arrogantly followed closely behind Lu Jingyan's car, performing a sudden stop and drift, with the exhaust pipe spewing flames that almost scorched the Audi's bumper.

Inside the car, a burst of arrogant whistles and laughter could be heard.

Lu Jingyan's eyes, which had been somewhat relaxed due to fatigue, instantly turned cold.

As he felt the new skill that had just been unlocked in his mind, a cold smile slowly curved his lips.

"I just got the skill and I'm already getting a task? System, did you plan this all in advance?"

He muttered to himself, then abruptly shifted into S mode and floored the accelerator.

"Want to race? Fine, tonight I'll teach you what the Jinghai Akina Mountain Traffic Police Detachment is all about."