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

The night was deep, and the moon was half-hidden by dark clouds.

In the bedroom on the second floor of the Lu family villa, the air was so cold it was almost freezing.

Lu Jingyan stood by the window, his eyes, usually hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses and filled with rationality, now surging with a palpable rage.

"BOOM—BOOM—!!!"

The roaring noise outside the window not only didn't stop, but intensified.

It was a unique, explosive sound that tore through the air, a sound that came from illegal modifications, like countless fingernails frantically scratching at glass, making one's head ache.

Lu Jingyan took a deep breath, trying to calm the urge to drag those will-o'-the-wisps outside in and hand-copy the criminal law a hundred times.

Just then, the system notification sounded in my mind again, like heavenly music.

[Ding! Detected that the host has recently cracked two cases: a staged accident extortion case and a socialite group-buying scam case, thus purifying the social atmosphere and upholding public order and good customs!]

[Rewards settlement in progress...]

[Settlement complete! Given the highly challenging traffic enforcement environment the host will soon face, the system has specially granted the skill—God-level Driving Skills!]

[Skill Description: Covers all land vehicles known to humankind. Whether it's an F1 race car, a heavy truck, a main battle tank, or a tractor, the host can achieve the ultimate state of perfect harmony between man and vehicle.]

[Additional effect: Vehicle performance limits broken. In the host's hands, even a low-speed electric car can be driven with the flair of a Bugatti.]

In an instant, a massive flow of information flooded into Lu Jingyan's mind like a tidal wave.

Heel-and-toe motion, inertial drift, pendulum cornering, gutter running...

Countless top-notch driving skills, like instincts etched into his genes, were instantly mastered.

Lu Jingyan clenched his fist, his fingertips seemingly touching the rough texture of the steering wheel.

This feeling is wonderful.

It's as if he was born to be in a car.

"boom--"

Another ear-piercing blast of a car engine roared through the streets, this time even closer, and you could even hear the screeching of tires screeching against the ground.

Lu Jingyan's eyebrows twitched violently twice.

"OK."

"That's really good."

"Since you guys love pursuing speed and passion so much, then I'll grant your wish."

He turned and walked to the dressing room, taking off his comfortable silk pajamas.

Instead, he wore a black windbreaker, dark tactical trousers, and a pair of sneakers for easy throttle input.

They were not wearing police uniforms.

Tonight, he went as a "helpful citizen" to teach these arrogant street racers a lesson.

Lu Jingyan picked up the car keys, pushed open the door, and went out.

The corridor was quiet. Lu Zhenhua and Lu Mingze were obviously fast asleep, or perhaps they had put on earplugs because of the noise.

He tiptoed into the underground parking garage.

The Lu family's garage is very large and filled with all kinds of luxury cars.

Rolls-Royce Phantom, Bentley Mulsanne, Maybach S680... these are all Lu Zhenhua's business vehicles, which are more stable than passionate.

In the corner were several of Lu Mingze's supercars: a Ferrari LaFerrari, a Porsche 918, a Lamborghini Aventador...

Lu Jingyan's gaze swept over these steel monsters one by one.

Are you going to drive these cars?

No.

That's too high-profile.

If I were to win against those modified cars while driving a LaFerrari, it would be an unfair victory. Those kids would definitely be dissatisfied and might even think it was a victory of "money power".

What he wants is a dimensional reduction attack.

It was a comprehensive, overwhelming humiliation, encompassing both technical and psychological aspects.

Lu Jingyan's gaze continued to search the garage, finally settling on the most inconspicuous corner.

There, a silver-gray bread truck was parked.

The car body is boxy and simple in design, with even a small sticker on the rear that says "Repairing a Leaky Roof".

This is the Lu family's tool cart used to purchase vegetables for the kitchen or to haul miscellaneous items.

Wuling Hongguang S.

The legendary "Akina Mountain God Chariot".

Mid-engine, rear-wheel drive, manual transmission, with unlimited modification potential (although this is a stock car), and a fearsome "grassroots" vibe.

Lu Jingyan walked up to the bread truck and patted its rather thin hood.

"Bang bang".

The sound was crisp and clear, even with a slight echo.

"You're the one."

Lu Jingyan's lips curled into a playful smile. "Tonight, let's teach those GTR drivers what a real 'rear-wheel drive supercar' really is."

He opened the driver's side door and got in.

The seats are a bit hard, and the steering wheel is plastic and feels a bit slippery.

The center console was shockingly rudimentary, lacking a large navigation screen and consisting only of a radio that crackled with static.

Lu Jingyan skillfully adjusted the seat back, fastened his seatbelt, pressed the clutch with his left foot, and gripped the bare gear shift lever with his right hand.

"Click".

Shift into neutral.

ignition.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat..."

The engine emitted a wheezing sound like a tractor, and the car body shook violently, as if it might fall apart at any moment.

But to Lu Jingyan, who possessed god-level driving skills, the sound had a different rhythm.

"Throttle response is delayed by 0.5 seconds, clutch engagement point is too high, and initial braking is too soft..."

Just by listening to the idling sound, Lu Jingyan had already figured out the car's "temperament".

"However, it's enough."

He shifted into first gear, released the handbrake, and accelerated.

The Wuling Hongguang let out a not-so-fierce roar, like an old ox that had just woken up, and slowly drove out of the mansion's garage.

Inside the security booth, the security guard on duty was listening to music with his headphones on when he suddenly saw the second young master drive out in his delivery van. He was so startled that he dropped his cigarette.

"Second...Second Young Master? What brings you here?"

The security guard ran out, looking at Lu Jingyan through the car window with a bewildered expression.

Lu Jingyan lowered the car window, one hand on the steering wheel, his expression calm:

"I can't sleep, I'm going out to buy some groceries."

"Huh? Buying groceries? In the middle of the night..."

The security guard glanced at the dark, winding mountain road, then listened to the distant roar of sports cars, swallowed hard, and said, "It sounds like someone's racing up there. It's quite dangerous. Why don't you change cars?"

"Need not."

Lu Jingyan rolled up the car window, leaving behind only a single sentence that drifted away on the wind:

"Let them race, I'll buy my own."

"And while you're at it, help them fix their car."

After saying that, the taillights of the Wuling Hongguang drew a red line in the night and drove straight towards the source of the noise.

Once you leave the villa area, you'll find the famous "Kyokai Akina Mountain"—a winding mountain road with eighteen bends.

The road conditions here are complicated, with many curves and a cliff, making it a holy land for countless speeders and a nightmare for traffic police.

At this moment, dozens of modified cars and hundreds of onlookers had gathered at the starting point at the foot of the mountain.

The heavy metal music was deafening, and hot car models waved flags. The air was filled with the smell of burning tires and the scent of hormones.

"Takumi Fujiwara! Takumi Fujiwara!"

A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the crowd.

A black Nissan GTR R35 is parked at the very front of the starting line.

The car was covered in sponsor stickers, the huge carbon fiber rear wing almost reached the sky, and the flames spewing from the exhaust pipe scorched the ground.

This is the star of tonight's show, the guy known as the "Underground Car God".

Lu Jingyan was driving a Wuling Hongguang when he spotted this group of lawless guys from afar.

Instead of rushing over, he leisurely drove up the mountain road in third gear, listening to the nonsense of a late-night emotional radio station.

"Young people these days have so much energy!"

Lu Jingyan tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

In his view, the winding mountain road ahead had automatically decomposed into precise driving tracks.

Entry point, apex, exit point, optimal grip line...

All data is at your fingertips.

"Since you've blocked the road and turned it into a racetrack..."

Lu Jingyan looked at the road ahead blocked by several modified cars, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Then I'll show you what 'dimensional reduction attack' really means."

He slammed on the gas pedal.

"Buzz—"

At that moment, the naturally aspirated engine with a displacement of only 1.5L suddenly roared like a wild beast on the verge of death!

The silver-gray van, like a cannonball fired from a gun, charged into the territory belonging to sports cars and rich kids with an indomitable momentum.

In the crowd, someone shouted out first:

"Holy crap! Look behind me! What's that?!"

All eyes turned to them.

A Wuling Hongguang van with a sign that read "Professional Waterproofing and Leak Repair" was seen speeding toward the starting line at its fastest speed ever.

Inside the GTR, the "racing god" with dreadlocks and sunglasses saw this scene in the rearview mirror.

He paused for a moment, then let out a disdainful sneer:

"Where did this delivery guy come from? He's taken the wrong route, hasn't he?"

"Ignore him, we're going to begin."

He completely disregarded the beat-up bread truck, revving the engine with a deafening roar, ready to be greeted by cheers from the crowd.

However, he did not know.

Tonight, this Wuling Hongguang will become a nightmare he can never escape for the rest of his life.

Lu Jingyan looked at the GTR in front of him, which was still spitting fire, and pushed up his glasses.

"Contest?"

"No."

"This is law enforcement."

"And... you were speeding, kid."