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

"K-9, bring your dog!"

With a whistle from Zhao Tiezhu, a burly Rottweiler police dog with glossy black fur rushed into the private room. Its name was "Wangcai," a rather rustic name, but it was the special investigation team's ace drug-sniffing dog, with a distinguished record. It didn't even give the bureau chief any face, only obeying its handler.

As soon as Wangcai entered the house, his nose twitched rapidly in the air.

It completely ignored the groaning drunkards on the ground and rushed straight to the corner where Lu Jingyan was. Its dark eyes gleamed with excitement as it circled the black waterproof bag twice, and then—

"Woof!"

A short, powerful bark.

Wangcai plopped down next to the bag, its tail wagging like a propeller, its eyes fixed on Lu Jingyan, as if begging for a reward.

"Good dog."

Lu Jingyan squatted down, took out a piece of jerky from his pocket and fed it to the dog. He then rubbed the large dog's head and said with a rare touch of tenderness, "It has a keen sense of smell and remains calm in the face of danger. It's much better than that 'tough guy' who fainted at the sight of blood just now."

This sentence, transmitted precisely across the entire internet through the microphone that was still on, was recorded.

The live stream chat exploded instantly, filled with a barrage of mockery and amusement.

"Hahaha! Not very harmful, but extremely insulting! Officer Lu, are you making a veiled attack?"

"What do you mean by veiled insults? This is blatant insult! Firefire fans, come out and show yourselves! Your brother isn't even as good as a dog!"

"Wangcai: Don't compare me to those spineless cowards, I'd be ashamed of myself."

"Hilarious! The way Xiao Huohuo fainted just now wasn't as imposing as Wangcai sitting down."

Meanwhile, next to the ambulance at the entrance of the KTV.

Xiao Huohuo finally woke up slowly.

He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw wasn't the doctor, but a camera lens shoved right in his face. His professional instincts instantly switched him from a "coma" state to a "weak but strong" act.

He struggled to sit up, one hand covering his forehead, the other flailing weakly, his voice as feeble as if he had just given birth:

"What...what happened to me? No...don't worry about me...put me down, I need to go inside...I need to fight the thugs..."

With acting skills like this, it would be a waste not to award him an Oscar.

The agent, Sister Wang, quickly chimed in, her eyes brimming with tears, "Huo Huo! You're finally awake! You were pushing yourself too hard! Did your low blood sugar flare up again? I told you not to diet for filming, but you wouldn't listen!"

"Low blood sugar..."

Xiao Huohuo readily agreed, a bitter smile appearing on her face. "Maybe... To maintain my figure, I haven't eaten carbs for two days. The scene I just saw was too bloody, and in my excitement, I..."

"Wow! My brother is so dedicated!"

"I feel so sorry for my brother! He's working so hard!"

In the live stream, the remaining "Huo Family Army" members tried to control the comments and frantically spammed the screen to save face.

Just then, the emergency doctor who was taking his blood pressure frowned and ruthlessly interrupted this melodramatic scene.

"Low blood sugar? Who told you you have low blood sugar?"

The doctor looked at the data on the monitor, his tone as indifferent as if he were reading an autopsy report.

"Your rapid blood sugar level is 6.8, which is perfectly normal. And your complexion is rosy, and your subcutaneous fat layer isn't thin. Haven't you eaten for two days? I think you had a late-night snack about two hours ago, didn't you?"

Xiao Huohuo's expression froze on her face, her poignant smile instantly becoming comical.

"Then...how did I faint?" he stammered.

The doctor put away his stethoscope, glanced at him, and gave a diagnosis that was enough to make him die on the spot:

"Tachycardia and a surge in adrenaline trigger vasovagal syncope. In layman's terms, it's fainting from fright."

"puff--"

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The chat room was filled with laughter.

"Damn it, I fainted from fright! Doctor, you know how to finish someone off!"

"Hahaha! A tough guy? Is this made of jelly? It crumbles with one poke?"

"Two days without carbs? You must be out of your mind! You lie without even thinking!"

"How embarrassing! I've fallen into my habit of feeling awkward for others again!"

Xiao Huohuo's face turned a deep purplish-red, and he felt as if everyone around him was piercing him with needles. He wanted to argue, to get angry, but looking at the doctor's professional face, he couldn't utter a single word.

At this moment, Lu Jingyan led Wangcai out of the KTV.

A man and a dog, walking steadily, exuding an aura of authority.

Lu Jingyan, carrying the evidence bag full of "candy," paused slightly as he passed the ambulance.

He glanced at Xiao Huohuo, who was lying on the stretcher and wished he could disappear into the ground, then looked at the Rottweiler that was still wagging its tail, and a faint sneer appeared on his lips.

"Mr. Xiao, since you're not feeling well, please don't push yourself."

"The special investigation team's work is intense, and it's definitely not suitable for hothouse flowers. I think you should go back and eat more carbs, grow bolder, and then try to create a persona."

After he finished speaking, he slightly turned his body to make way for the police dog next to him.

"Wangcai, let's go, don't block the way for the big star Xiao. If we scare him into fainting again, we can't afford to pay for it."

"Woof!"

Wangcai seemed to understand, snorted disdainfully at Xiao Huohuo, and then followed its master with its head held high.

That look in his eyes was three parts disdain and seven parts contempt.

Xiao Huohuo watched the departing figure, trembling with anger, her vision blurred, and she almost fainted again.

This time, I was angry.

"Lu, Jing, Yan..."

He gritted his teeth, his nails digging deep into his palms. He would remember this grudge!

"Fall back!"

Lu Jingyan handed the evidence to his colleagues from the anti-drug squad who had arrived, and glanced at the watch.

"Tonight's 'patrol' has only just begun."

Su Xiaoxiao leaned closer, her face full of excitement: "Captain Lu, where's our next stop? We just received a tip that something seems off about that film and television base in the eastern suburbs."

"Film and television base?"

Lu Jingyan raised an eyebrow, and the information about the "Plagiarist" drama crew came to mind.

"I heard they're filming a big-budget S-rated production there, and there's a famous director with a terrible temper who often 'educates' the actresses on set."

He opened the car door, sat in the driver's seat, and a hunter's cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Let's go check out the set. Let's see how this great director 'educates' us."

"Art requires sacrifice? I'd like to see whether he's sacrificing art or the law."