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

The man's fingertips were less than two centimeters from the Imperial Seal of the State; he could even feel the warm, smooth aura emanating from the white jade.

Then, his fingers touched a smooth surface. It was glass.

A thin layer of glass, almost imperceptible, clings tightly to the surface of the jade seal, like a transparent skin, completely enveloping the entire seal.

He was slightly startled.

This is another layer, a separate protective layer specially applied to the surface of the jade seal.

He had never seen this glass in any records, no tourist had ever photographed it, and no expert had ever mentioned it.

The lights in the exhibition hall suddenly turned on.

Hundreds of lights on the ceiling shone simultaneously, with light pouring in from all directions, leaving no blind spots or shadows, illuminating the entire exhibition hall as bright as day.

The man's eyes had been adjusting to the darkness for too long, and when suddenly exposed to a bright light, his pupils didn't have time to contract, and everything went white before his eyes, and he couldn't see anything.

His fingers remained outstretched, hovering above the thin glass.

He heard footsteps.

The soles of the shoes made a soft, rhythmic sound as they stepped on the microcrystalline stone floor.

One beat after another, as if stepping on his heartbeat.

His eyes were still adjusting to the light, and a blurry outline gradually emerged in his white vision, walking towards him from the direction of the exhibition hall's floor-to-ceiling windows.

It was a figure, but there was no need to see the face or recognize the features.

He knew who this person was. The entire planet Earth knew who this person was.

Luo Fei walked up to the man and stood still, looking down at him.

The man's eyes finally adjusted to the light, and he could see the face clearly, and those calm, chilling black pupils.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something—beg for mercy, explain, introduce himself, anything would do.

But he couldn't utter a single word.

Luo Fei did not speak to him, shifting his gaze from his face to the display case.

The small silver mask on the base of the display case gleamed under the light. He reached out, picked up the mask, and turned it over to examine it. The back of the mask had no words or markings; it was as smooth as a mirror.

He put the mask in his pocket and then looked at the man's hand, which was still out of the display case.

Luo Fei reached out and grasped the wrist of that hand.

Immediately afterward, the man heard the sound of bones breaking.

The pain arrived only after the sound.

The man's mouth suddenly opened, and he let out a scream.

His wrist drooped down, retracted from the display case, and hung by his side, palm facing outward, fingers twisting and pointing in different directions, like a broken tree branch.

He covered his broken wrist with his other hand, his body curled up like a shrimp, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and dripping onto the microcrystalline stone floor.

Luo Fei reached out and grabbed him by the back of his collar, lifting him off the ground like a chick.

The man's toes barely touched the ground, dangling in the air. His severed right hand hung by his side, swinging back and forth with the movement of his body, like a boneless rope.

"Xiao Wan, where is that woman?"

Xiao Wan's voice came through the loudspeaker: "Southeast direction, about three kilometers, abandoned construction site. License plate number has been locked, vehicle has not moved, engine is still running."

Luo Fei carried the man toward the French windows.

The window opened automatically, letting in the night breeze.

He leaped out of the window and disappeared into the night.

The woman sat in the driver's seat, the engine still running.

Her fingers were still tapping lightly on the steering wheel, calculating the time—how long had the man been inside, and how much longer he would normally need to come out.

Her phone was on the passenger seat, its screen lit up, displaying a real-time map with a moving blue dot flashing on it—the signal transmitter the man was carrying.

The blue dot is moving from the location of the museum.

He found the stairs and was going up quickly.

She watched as the blue dot moved through the stairwell on the 25th floor, paused for a moment, and then continued moving, presumably heading towards the exhibition hall.

The blue dot stopped moving.

That's normal; he's probably opening the display case.

Her fingers continued to tap on the steering wheel.

Then she heard a loud bang.

It felt as if something heavy had hit the front of the car.

The entire car suddenly sank downwards, as if the front of the car was being held down by an invisible giant hand and pressed down hard.

The front tires couldn't withstand the sudden, excessive pressure. The tire sidewalls tore, and the sound of the rubber shattering was completely drowned out by the loud noise of metal deformation. Nothing could be heard.

The hood is recessed in the middle, forming an inverted V-shaped crease, with the edges curling up.

All the airbags deployed simultaneously, and several huge white airbags instantly filled the entire car, pressing the woman firmly against the seat.

The rear wheel lifted up in that instant, very high off the ground, making the whole car look like a seesaw with its head pinned down, the rear end of the car sticking up high.

The suspension system was completely destroyed. The shock absorber springs burst out of the broken brackets, bounced several meters away, rolled several times on the ground, and finally came to a stop after hitting a concrete block.

The woman was encased in an airbag.

The impact of the airbag inflating made her head buzz, her ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton, and she saw stars before her eyes.

She reached out with difficulty and pressed a small button on the ring on her middle finger. A small needle extended from the ring and punctured the airbag.

After the airbags deflated, she saw the front of the car—no, it could no longer be called a front of the car, it was just a bunch of twisted metal. A young man was standing on the hood.

He was carrying a person in his hand; the person's head was hanging down and his arms were dangling.

She recognized the man; it was her husband.

The woman's hand slipped off the steering wheel.

Her legs were trembling, her whole body was shaking, and her teeth were chattering, making a gurgling sound.

She wasn't afraid of being caught—she had long understood that thieves are bound to be caught sooner or later.

What she feared was the person standing on the hood of the engine. That person wasn't a policeman, nor a detective.

That person's name is Luo Fei.

He doesn't need to judge you, convict you, or put you in jail.

He could throw you right into Saturn's rings.

He can do whatever he wants; no one can stop him.

Her lips trembled several times before she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence, her voice so hoarse it didn't sound like her own.

"We...didn't steal it..."

Luo Fei jumped off the front of the car and landed on the ground, still holding the man in his hand.

The raised rear end of the car slammed back onto the ground, the chassis hitting the gravel and sending sparks flying.

The man had been dragged all the way, his arms aching from being pulled, and his face was deathly pale.

The woman climbed out of the car, her legs too weak to stand, and she had to hold onto the car door to keep from kneeling.

The car door creaked as she pulled on it, the hinges rattling under the force of gravity.

She looked at Luo Fei, her lips trembling, wanting to say something to beg for mercy, but when she saw his calm and unwavering eyes, all those words stuck in her throat, and she couldn't squeeze out a single word.

Luo Fei looked at her and spoke coldly.

"You have no criminal record in the Dragon Kingdom. According to the Dragon Kingdom's laws, this attempted theft will only result in a few years in prison."

He glanced at the man's wrist, which was swollen like a steamed bun, and then at the woman's deathly pale face.

"So, I'm sending you to a more suitable place. There are a dozen or so cases waiting for you there, each one enough to keep you occupied for a long time."

The woman didn't understand, but the man did—his pupils suddenly contracted, and his other, still-functioning hand instinctively grabbed Luo Fei's sleeve, not to attack, but to beg for mercy.

Luo Fei didn't look at him, but had a thought.

The three people disappeared from the abandoned construction site.

The next second, they were standing on a street in the capital of the United States.

The streetlights were bright, the road was wide, and the famous white building was not far away.

The White House.

The lawn inside was neatly trimmed.

Two Secret Service agents stood in the guard post outside the fence, dressed in black suits, wearing headsets, and with guns at their waists.

The two agents saw three people appear out of nowhere on the street.

Their hands instinctively went to the holsters, but they didn't pull them out because they recognized the man.

Everyone on the planet Earth knows him.

A person whispered something into the headset, the voice was very soft, but Luo Fei heard it—"Luo Fei from the Dragon Kingdom has arrived. At the north gate of the White House."

A few seconds later, the door to the white house opened.

It wasn't an ordinary secret service agent who emerged, but the president's National Security Advisor. He strode down the steps, his leather shoes making a rapid sound on the cobblestones.

He walked behind the fence and stopped, looking at Luo Fei through the fence. His expression was complex, a mixture of wariness, curiosity, confusion, and a sense of tension as if asking, "What are you doing here?"

Luo Fei threw the two people he was carrying on the ground, like throwing away two bags of garbage.

He reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and asked Xiao Wan to send all the video evidence to the assistant on the other end.

The assistant's phone immediately rang in his pocket.

Before his assistant could even check, Luo Fei took the initiative to explain.

"These two are master thieves. The video you received on your phone is the complete footage of their theft of the Imperial Seal of the State from the Xianglong Museum tonight, from the initial planning to their entry into the museum and their capture. The evidence and the men are all here for you. Contact the countries they've robbed from and make sure to give these two a good 'welcome.' Don't let them die; after all, sometimes death is a relief. I'm going back now."

He put his phone in his pocket, and with a thought, it disappeared.

The National Security Advisor stood still, blinked, looked down at the two people curled up on the ground, then glanced at the empty street outside the fence. The streetlights were still on, the wind was still blowing, as if nothing had happened.

But the two people were actually huddled there, one clutching his wrist and the other hugging his knees, like two stray dogs abandoned by the roadside.

He took a deep breath, turned to his headset, and said, "Call the medical team. Also, contact the Department of Justice and notify the countries that were targeted by the master thief in the past—tell them the man has been caught."