I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

The boy showed no panic when he heard Luo Fei say he was going to call the police.

He even smiled, the corners of his mouth turned up, with a contemptuous air of "what can you do to me?"

He nestled in the bald man's arms, his injured arm bandaged and slinged across his chest, while his other hand was tucked into his school uniform pocket, his fingers tapping lightly to the rhythm of a pop song, looking completely unhurried.

He really wasn't in a hurry at all.

The bald man looked down at his son, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

The curly-haired woman finally spoke up, her voice still sharp, but her tone had changed from her previous tantrum to a sarcastic and mocking one: "Go ahead and call the police, who's afraid of who? My son is a minor, the law protects minors, don't you know that? He's only fourteen, he won't be held criminally responsible at all. So what if he had a knife? He didn't stab anyone."

"Your little bitch broke my son's arm; that's intentional assault. You'll be the ones who have to pay compensation and go to jail."

Her voice echoed in the office.

She was aware of the relevant legal provisions, or rather, she believed she was.

Teacher Zhao's expression changed.

Having taught for so many years and witnessed numerous school conflicts, she knows that the word "minor" can sometimes act as a protective shield.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but found herself at a loss for words—the law did indeed seem to stipulate that.

The director of the Political Education Department was still slumped in his chair, head down, shoulders trembling.

But he listened intently to what the curly-haired woman said, secretly calculating in his mind—if she really called the police and they came, would they find out that he had deleted the surveillance footage? He raised his head, secretly glanced at Luo Fei, and then quickly lowered his head again.

The boy spoke again, his tone carrying an unsettling certainty: "The laws of China stipulate that minors may not go to jail for murder, let alone the fact that there's no one and no evidence to prove I had a knife. Even if I did have a knife, couldn't I use it to sharpen a pencil? Calling the police won't do any good. When the police come, they'll at most take a statement, give me a few words of advice, and then they'll still have to let me go. But you—"

He turned to Zhao Lin, narrowed his eyes, and curled his lips downwards: "I'm the one with the broken arm, and I'm the one who's injured. You have to compensate me for my medical expenses, nutritional expenses, and emotional distress. The school might even discipline you—a demerit, a probation, or, in serious cases, expulsion."

Zhao Lin bit her lip and clenched her fists tightly.

Luo Yumei's hand on her daughter's shoulder unconsciously tightened a little.

The boy's gaze lingered briefly on Zhao Lin's face before shifting away.

His gaze shifted to Luo Yumei, then moved from Luo Yumei to Luo Fei.

He felt that Luo Fei looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

Therefore, he did not know who the person standing in front of him was, nor did he know who he was talking to.

He only knew that he was a minor and protected by law, so he was not afraid of anything.

His mouth opened again, his voice rising a few decibels as if he wanted everyone in the office to hear him clearly: "Also, Zhao Lin was lucky not to get injured today, but that doesn't mean she'll always be so lucky. The top spot in the class must be mine. Anyone who dares to take it will be barred from taking the exam. You were lucky this time, but you don't have eyes in the back of your head; you can't be watching what's happening behind you all the time."

After he finished speaking, he laughed again, this time even more brightly, revealing two rows of fairly neat teeth.

The office fell silent.

Ms. Zhao dropped the folder in her hand again, but this time she didn't pick it up.

Luo Yumei gripped her daughter's shoulders tightly.

The bald man glanced at his son with some surprise, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions, as if he were seeing the man for the first time, or as if he had known him for a long time but had been pretending not to.

Luo Fei frowned slightly.

It wasn't out of worry, but because he remembered some news stories. Those social news stories he didn't want to recall but had to admit existed—the junior high school student who was beaten to death by his classmates, the perpetrators were under fourteen years old and did not bear criminal responsibility, and the children went back to school.

The girl was stabbed to death by a classmate at school. The perpetrator was also a minor and ended up in a juvenile detention center, but was released not long after.

The victim's parents knelt outside the courthouse, holding up photos of their child.

Those perpetrators probably had the same expression at the time—no fear, no regret, and perhaps even a hint of smugness.

Because they know the law won't do anything to them.

Being a minor is not a sin, but the abuse of the "Minor Protection Law" is becoming the audacity for some people to commit crimes—"I'm only fourteen years old, I can kill you without going to jail."

This statement is not hypothetical; it is taken verbatim from a real case.

Luo Fei had recently come across related news; he knew that the revision of the Law on the Protection of Minors had officially come into effect this year. Fourteen years old is the new dividing line, no longer the previous sixteen.

Moreover, clauses related to school bullying have been clearly enshrined in law, no longer just a vague statement like "morally wrong".

The law has changed, but many people's mindset hasn't changed; they still use the old Chinese almanac to bolster their courage.

Just as he was about to speak, footsteps came from the hallway outside the door. It wasn't just one person; it was the sound of several pairs of leather shoes stepping on the floor.

The door was pushed open.

Old Wu stood at the door, followed by two young men in casual clothes, but their posture and eyes clearly indicated they were not ordinary people.

Old Wu ignored everyone else, walked directly to Luo Fei, stood in front of him, and bowed slightly.

"Mr. Luo, the security personnel noticed the anomaly and reported it immediately. It was our oversight; we never expected something like this to happen on campus."

"Please rest assured, leave the rest to me."

Luo Fei nodded without saying anything.

Old Wu straightened up, then turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the other people in the office before finally settling on the boy.

His gaze was icy.

Luo Fei took out his phone and said, "Xiao Wan, restore that deleted surveillance footage and send it to Lao Wu's phone."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Wan's voice rang out: "Received. Video sent."

The next second, Lao Wu's phone vibrated, the screen lit up, and a new message popped up—a video file.

Old Wu clicked on it and took a look. He confirmed that it was surveillance footage. In the footage, the boy suddenly pulled a folding knife out of his pocket. The blade flashed in the sunlight as it popped out.

Old Wu looked up at Luo Fei, nodded heavily, put his phone back in his pocket, turned around, and waved to the two young men behind him.

The two people moved.

They walked over and stood in front of the bald man and the curly-haired woman.

The bald man stood up from the sofa, his gold chain dangling from his chest.

He was half a head shorter than the two young men, but his belly was bigger than both of theirs combined. He wasn't afraid, or at least he didn't seem afraid. He took a step forward, his voice deep and resonant: "Who are you? What right do you have to touch my son?"

Old Wu did not answer his question.

He took an ID card out of his pocket and showed it to him.

"I am from the Ministry of State Security."

He walked up to the boy, bent down slightly, and looked the boy in the eye.

The boy's pupils contracted slightly, and his fingers unconsciously slipped out of his pocket.

Old Wu spoke, his voice not loud, but every word clear: "Threatening or attacking important figures of the Dragon Kingdom or their families with lethal weapons is a crime of endangering national security. I'm sorry, but your case today is no longer under the jurisdiction of the police station."

The boy opened his mouth, revealing his teeth, but made no sound.

He was like a machine whose power had been cut off, with all its working parts stopping at the same time.

His face went from smug to blank, and from blank to fear.

The bald man finally realized something was wrong.

His phone was in his pocket, and he wanted to make a call—to his lawyer, to his friends, to anyone who could help him.

But he didn't move. His hands were in his pockets, his fingers touched the phone's casing, but he didn't take it out.

Because he suddenly realized a problem—who would be of any use to him if he called?

The curly-haired woman's mouth was still open, and her hands were trembling.

Old Wu straightened up and said to the young man behind him, "Take him away."

The two young men walked to the boy's side, one on the left and one on the right.

The boy's legs went weak, and he leaned against the bald man. The bald man raised his hand to hug him, but the hand paused in mid-air and then fell back down.

At this moment, Luo Fei looked at Lao Wu and said, "Lao Wu, please pass on a message to the higher-ups—the law should not be a shield for perpetrators. It should protect the victims, not the perpetrators wielding knives."

Old Wu turned around, stood at attention, and said with a serious expression, "Mr. Luo, I will definitely convey your words to my superiors verbatim."

The boy was taken away.

As he passed by Luo Fei, he looked up and glanced at the calm-looking man.

He finally remembered who this person was; he had watched the live stream in the classroom back then...

His face was as white as the plaster cast on his arm, his lips trembled, and he wanted to say "I'm sorry," but he couldn't get the words out.

The bald man and the curly-haired woman followed behind, with the bald man walking in front. The curly-haired woman followed behind, her high heels wobbling as she twisted her ankle. She didn't fall, but the heel of her shoe broke.

She didn't pick it up; with one foot higher than the other, she limped along behind.

The director was still sitting in his chair, head down, hand on the edge of the table, his face completely pale.

Teacher Zhao stood to the side, clutching the folder in her hand.

She wasn't looking at the director; she was looking in the direction where the people at the door had disappeared.

Zhao Lin leaned against Luo Yumei's chest, her shoulders finally relaxing. She hadn't shed a single tear from beginning to end.

The corners of her mouth even curled up slightly, as if to say, "I didn't embarrass you."

Luo Yumei looked down at her daughter, her eyes slightly red.

She looked up at Luo Fei, seemingly wanting to say something, but Luo Fei continued giving instructions into his phone: "Xiao Wan, investigate that director of the political education department and see if he has committed any other illegal acts. Also, find out if that child has done anything similar before, as well as the situation of his parents, and then send the results to Lao Wu's phone."

Xiao Wan replied: "Received, Captain."