"I'm going to become a dictator—cough, cough. I mean, I'm going to strengthen public security management."
After taking a stroll around town, Lu PingAn actually worked overtime for once.
The Ancient City was in quite good shape these days, with an economic level somewhat above average among first-tier cities.
Its public security and case-solving rates were also above the standard line. This was not because the local police or military were particularly capable, but simply due to certain historical reasons.
"Is that necessary? We don't have any major cults here, and serious incidents are below average even within Changping Province."
"...It's still not enough."
Xia, the head of the Special Operations Bureau, was somewhat puzzled. In her view, the Ancient City was in its best state in twenty years. Was there really a need for such sweeping reforms? Just half a month ago, Lu Mouren had been saying they should keep a low profile and quietly develop for a while.
The reason public security in this region was above average had never been the strength of the local military. In truth, the strongest force here was the "Phosphorus People Autonomous Region," where independent civilian security teams maintained a permanent Rule-level presence.
"As long as we don't stir up trouble, public security here won't get any worse." That was the true reason the local security situation was fairly good.
In other cities, the greatest source of instability had never been lone-wolf cases like those encountered by Monitor Zhao, but organized crime.
The largest source of it was the True God Churches—large illegal organizations wrapped in a legal shell.
They did not need to commit evil directly. As they pursued growth and profits, the side effects they produced created countless major problems that local institutions could not resolve. Not to mention anything