Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

The night breeze swept through the courtyard of the Mushroom House, rustling the leaves.

The program has just finished airing.

The atmosphere in the courtyard remained incredibly lively.

The television screen had already started playing previews for other programs, but the attention of the people under the pavilion was clearly still on the surreal legal program they had just watched.

Teacher Huang sat on that slightly low stool.

He rubbed his hands together excitedly, making a soft rustling sound as he did so.

His slightly chubby face was flushed with excitement.

The transnational bust case that was just broadcast on TV had a truly powerful visual and cognitive impact.

"Oh My God."

Teacher Huang couldn't help but shout, her voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"This undercover agent is amazing!"

"Did you guys see that just now? He actually managed to fool so many big fan leaders, making those ruthless guys willingly acknowledge him as their boss!"

"That composure, that ability to control the situation—it's absolutely amazing!"

Teacher He, sitting next to him, nodded repeatedly.

He was still holding the apple he had washed earlier, but he had completely forgotten about eating it.

"Yeah, that's outrageous."

Teacher He chimed in, "And he even thought of getting them drunk with alcohol."

"In that lawless foreign land where death could be a matter of time, a treacherous banquet was set up right under the noses of a group of big-time thugs."

"How did they develop such courage?"

Peng Peng sat on the bench and excitedly slapped his thighs with both hands.

"The funniest part was definitely the last scene!"

Pengpeng interrupted, his eyes sparkling.

"After getting everyone drunk, that undercover agent brazenly called the police!"

"Then the first big fan to wake up, after seeing him call the police, was actually fooled by him again."

Upon hearing this, Teacher Huang couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He slapped his thigh and laughed so hard that tears almost came out.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

That scene was really funny!

"When that fan leader was finally arrested and handcuffed, he still stupidly asked the undercover agent, 'Did you really hit him?'"

"This is utterly insulting the intelligence of those fan leaders!"

Teacher Huang spoke at length about the highlights of the program.

He was captivated by the awe he felt at the legendary undercover agent.

The words that came out of his mouth were like beans being poured out.

"Let me tell you, if this case were made into a movie, it would definitely be a box office hit."

"Even screenwriters wouldn't dare to write a plot like this."

"Going deep into the lion's den alone, leading a group of desperados across borders..."

Teacher Huang's voice was originally full of energy.

but.

As they talked...

His voice suddenly stopped.

The syllables coming out of the throat sounded as if they had been forcibly cut off.

The excited smile that was on his face just a second ago.

At this moment, everything froze completely.

The surrounding air became quiet.

Only the faint "GG" sound from the television remained in the pavilion.

At that moment, Teacher Huang's brain began to work frantically.

Countless clues collided forcefully in his mind.

Just before, when he verbally recounted the actions of the undercover agent on TV.

Suddenly, his memory uncontrollably flashed back to the casual conversation that had taken place during dinner in this small courtyard.

Two completely different, yet strikingly similar pieces of information collided violently in his mind.

He suddenly remembered what had just happened.

The undercover agent on TV.

First, he infiltrated a criminal gang and killed the former leader.

Then, leading a group of big-name fans from all over the country, they crossed the border and went abroad.

Finally, he knocked everyone out with a big drinking session.

Unable to handle the drunken thugs themselves, they called the police to apprehend them.

These elements.

How come this is completely different from the straightforward things Li Mo'an said at dinner that night...?

It matches perfectly!

Teacher Huang's breathing became heavy.

He remembered that day clearly.

Li Mo'an held his rice bowl, speaking in a calm tone as if he were simply recounting what he had eaten that day.

He said he had just arranged to fight someone.

A fight? Doesn't that correspond to the process of an undercover agent infiltrating the organization and taking down the former boss?

He said he had met some friends who weren't very respectable.

Not a very proper friend? Isn't this just one of those Dongguk big fan leaders who get arrested on TV?!

He said he took them on a trip abroad.

Going abroad? Isn't this exactly what the program was focusing on earlier: transnational escapes and overseas fan club gatherings?!

He said he also had a drinking session with those people, who were so drunk that he couldn't handle them and they even called the police.

Drunk? Call the police?

Every single word, every seemingly casual street urchin's daily life.

All of this perfectly overlaps with that shocking transnational drug trafficking case that CCTV just broadcast!

Even the most absurd operation, like calling the police, was executed flawlessly!

This is no ordinary life experience!

This is clearly the true story of that legendary undercover agent who turned the entire Sanbianpo area upside down!

Teacher Huang's gaze fell on the young man's face across from her.

Li Mo'an was sitting there, holding a ceramic water cup with the Mushroom House logo on it.

He was drinking warm water with his head down.

His handsome face remained impassive and calm.

It was as if everything happening around him had nothing to do with him.

Teacher Huang's eyes widened.

Those eyes, which usually shone with shrewdness, were now filled with deep horror.

He stared intently at Li Mo'an.

His lips trembled slightly uncontrollably.

The others noticed that Teacher Huang suddenly stopped talking and turned his head awkwardly.

At first, I couldn't react.

Teacher He held an apple in his hand and looked at Teacher Huang with a puzzled expression.

He couldn't understand why Teacher Huang, who was usually so eloquent, suddenly got stuck.

Pengpeng and his sister also looked confused.

Everyone followed Teacher Huang's gaze.

They all looked at Li Mo'an.

At first, everyone was just a little puzzled.

but.

No one who makes a name for themselves in the entertainment industry is a fool.

Especially given Teacher Huang's extremely unusual expression.

Teacher He frowned slightly.

His mind also began to replay the conversation from dinner that evening.

"A fight... an indecent friend... going abroad... getting drunk and calling the police..."

These keywords flashed through Teacher He's mind one after another.

Then I recalled what was broadcast on TV.

Teacher He's hand holding the apple suddenly trembled, and the apple almost fell to the ground.

His eyes widened instantly.

I was speechless.

He seemed to understand something.

Peng Peng sat to the side, watching Teacher He and Teacher Huang's reactions.

He also began to try to recall.

When that closed-loop logical chain took shape in Pengpeng's mind.

A chill ran up my spine.

Pengpeng felt his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He stared blankly at Li Mo'an.

His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously.

The younger sister opened her mouth wide, her usually bright eyes now filled with disbelief.

She looked at the calm-faced Angler sitting opposite her.

My heart was pounding violently in my chest like a drum.

The air pressure in the courtyard seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant.

Everyone felt that breathing had become difficult.

after all.

Although they didn't spend a particularly long time with Li Mo'an.

However, they had personally experienced the other party's strangeness!

Other viewers watching the Mushroom House livestream were simply enjoying the spectacle from behind their screens.

I did not personally experience Li Mo'an's strange deeds.

I don't really have a deep understanding of how strange this young man is.

But they are different!

They witnessed this guy dig out an aerial bomb with a single stroke of a broken hoe!

They are people who have personally experienced the extreme fear of being blown up at any moment!

A guy who can dig out unexploded bombs with ease.

A guy who can knock on the solid wood door of a nuclear counterattack unit.

just now.

This guy just spent some time experiencing life at the city center police station.

Then they arrested more than a hundred major drug lords.

If this happened to someone else, it would be a fantasy, utter nonsense.

but.

If we change the subject of this matter to Li Mo'an...

Instead, replace it with this guy who has an unconventional and bizarre constitution.

Suddenly, all of this made perfect sense.

It was so reasonable that it sent a deep chill down one's spine.

Teacher Huang sat on a small stool, feeling her legs go weak.

He looked at Li Mo'an, whose face remained calm.

"Wang Yuzheng, turn off the live stream."

Originally, Teacher Huang wanted to ask directly.

But a second before he spoke, he thought of something.

If this is true.

That involves a major national case, and it's top secret.

You absolutely must not reveal this in front of the camera during a live broadcast.

He forced himself to suppress the turmoil in his heart and turned his head away.

He spoke loudly to a fixed camera mounted on a pillar of the pavilion.

at the same time.

Inside the Mushroom House broadcasting studio.

Wang Yu was sitting in front of the monitor screen.

He witnessed this scene.

He saw Teacher Huang's suddenly frozen expression, Teacher He's dropped apple, and the horror in Peng Peng and his sister's eyes.

He certainly knew why Teacher Huang had shouted that.

In fact, when "Today's Talk" was broadcast.

As the chief director, he had already been sweating bullets several times over.

Wang Yu was looking at Teacher Huang on the screen.

Then.

Wang Yuzheng then grabbed the walkie-talkie microphone on the table.

Press the call button.

To speak.

His words were clearly heard through the small loudspeakers set up in the yard.

He spoke in a slightly tense, even slightly trembling voice.

"I turned off the live stream a long time ago."

Wang Yuzheng's voice echoed in the quiet courtyard.

"I used fancy text to indicate in the live stream that it was time for the guests to take a break."

After saying that.

In the control room, Wang Yuzheng also raised his hand and vigorously wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He let out a long sigh of relief.

He knew about Teacher Huang.

Regardless of online opinions that Teacher Huang's intelligence is an acted persona, it's all just a performance.

As a longtime friend, he knew that the other party was really smart and meticulous.

In addition, there's Teacher Huang's understanding of Li Mo'an and his personal experience with those eerie events.

You can definitely see something from it.

When the case is broadcast on "Today's Talk," Teacher Huang will definitely be able to connect it with the casual conversation he had over dinner.

and so.

To avoid causing an irreparable live-streaming accident, and to protect their jobs and livelihoods.

Wang Yu is now turning off her live stream early.

This can be considered a prediction.

yard.

They heard Wang Yu's reply coming from the loudspeaker.

Teacher Huang's extremely tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

At least it didn't cause any major disaster involving classified information during the live broadcast.

He turned his head.

The gaze returned to Li Mo'an.

He looked at the young man.

Looking into those clear and calm eyes.

Teacher Huang remained silent for a moment.

It seemed as if he was frantically organizing his thoughts in his mind.

He was thinking about how to tactfully ask that earth-shattering question.

He had already prepared his words.

but.

When those words came to mind.

He didn't mince words anymore.

after all.

They're practically transnational warlords now, what's with all the euphemisms?!

Teacher Huang stared intently at Li Mo'an.

With trembling lips, he asked Li Mo'an:

"Was that undercover agent you?"