The Rules Are Coming: I Hold a Rusty Sword to Guard the Night

Five years ago, the rules came down. The building will collapse, the subway will send people thousands of miles away, and the self in the mirror will blink first. Countermeasure organizations were set up around the world, and people with special abilities made headlines, but Mingli did nothing - he just opened a kendo gym, taught children how to hold bamboo swords, repaired water pipes for neighbors, and paid utility bills on time. No one knew that the rusty sword covered with patina in his arms could silence a city with just one ring. No one knows that under the half-bronze mask, those "miraculous survivals", "bizarre rescues" and "mysterious night watchmen" that have been on the hot searches are all the same person. Until one day, in the live broadcast on the entire network, someone captured his back drawing the sword. "Who is this person?!" "Check! Check it for me! He saved my whole family!" Ming Li looked at the crazily rising hot searches on his phone and silently lowered the brim of his hat. ——The trouble is big. He just wants to keep his little life. But the rules don't agree, the foreign land doesn't agree, and the foreign forces that have put their hands into this city don't agree even more. Then draw your sword. If one sword doesn't work, use two swords.