Lu PingAn's Enthusiasm

Having gotten a new toy—a fine weapon—Lu PingAn naturally went off to work overtime with great delight.

"Uh, they've already 'raised my pay and given me benefits.' I should at least show my sincerity to the higher-ups."

But judging from the results, things were rather subtle.

Thanks to his "hard work" over the past two days, his jurisdiction had become quite peaceful. For many supernatural beings, making a living anywhere was the same, so why provoke this scourge?

He could not simply leave his jurisdiction to enforce the law elsewhere, so he picked out a few especially outrageous unlucky bastards to make examples of.

During this process, he also discovered a problem with this weapon.

"Uh, looks like I can't use it casually."

Lu PingAn's "greatsword" was planted in the ground. In this small basement, bits and pieces already covered the floor.

He had merely cleaved apart a lead gunman, then instinctively followed up with a Wave School spinning slash. There was no longer a living thing left on the ground.

".Tsk. I'd originally planned to ask about his superiors."

Lu PingAn did not regret killing them. The drug-making equipment and inventory in this basement alone guaranteed a Death Penalty as the minimum sentence.

They had guns and knives, and they had actively attacked an officer. Wiping them all out in retaliation was perfectly normal.

He had only meant to kill one person to scare the rest, then follow the trail and gather more intelligence. Instead, he had instinctively launched a chain of attacks.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Then brain matter splattered across the floor. Their "heads" had been too fragile to withstand the "blade."

".Brain matter flying everywhere is kind of interesting, but being 'controlled' by the sword would be stupid."

Rule-level Weapons were inherently contaminated objects with "consciousness." They