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

Watching Lao Zou and Zhang Caiwei carrying the soaking wet man on either side, they hurriedly walked towards the police station gate.

Li Mo'an stood still.

He watched the three figures walk away calmly.

He suddenly remembered his next action plan.

He felt that since he had already reported the entire arrest plan to the veteran police officer, and the officer had told him to act as he saw fit, he was in a position to do as he pleased.

So, it was a secret police operation.

Subsequent troop support will certainly be essential.

So, Li Mo'an took two steps forward.

He raised his voice.

He added, as Old Zou was about to step out of the glass door of the police station:

"Don't forget to send reinforcements for me!"

Old Zou, who had already reached the door, paused noticeably when he heard this.

He was using all his strength to support the man who was about to collapse.

Hearing Li Mo'an's words, he was speechless.

Old Zou cursed inwardly.

'This kid is really relentless.' That thought crossed his mind.

"At a time like this, you're still using those cop-and-robber movie scripts."

"Still supporting you?"

"You think you're a lone hero?"

Old Zou completely ignored him.

He didn't even turn his head.

He simply quickened his pace, practically dragging the man along, and rushed out of the police station as if fleeing.

........................................

Only two people remained in the hall once again.

One of them was Li Mo'an, who was wearing a brand-new trainee police uniform.

The other was photographer Yue Xiaopeng, who carried a miniature camera and stood by as if he were invisible.

The hall fell silent.

The sunlight streamed through the glass door, casting long shadows of the two people.

Li Mo'an withdrew his gaze from the doorway.

He turned around calmly.

He had just memorized the string of numbers that the delirious man had recited without missing a single detail.

He did not hesitate at all.

He reached directly into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

He swiped his thumb across the screen, unlocking it with practiced ease.

Then, he brought up the dial pad.

He was about to dial that number.

........................................

Yue Xiaopeng, who was standing a few steps away, saw all of this.

Yue Xiaopeng was dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at Li Mo'an.

He watched as the other person's finger pressed repeatedly on the screen.

He felt a dryness in his throat.

He swallowed hard and moved closer to Li Mo'an.

He lowered his voice nervously and said, "No..."

Yue Xiaopeng's voice was trembling.

"You're really going to hit me?"

To know.

Just a few minutes ago.

He had personally heard Li Mo'an deduce that the man who had just left, soaking wet, was an undercover agent.

He also heard Li Mo'an confidently say that the number was a drug dealer's private phone number.

Li Mo'an even threatened to call and trick the vicious drug dealer into revealing himself.

In Yue Xiaopeng's view, this was simply a fantasy.

How could such a plot, which only exists in movies, possibly happen in real life?

And it happened to a celebrity who came to experience life.

Upon hearing Yue Xiaopeng's question, Li Mo'an stopped pressing the buttons.

He turned his head.

He looked calmly at the photographer, whose face was full of tension.

He blinked.

He said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Is that even a lie?"

He stretched out his finger and tugged at the trainee police uniform with the police badge on his body.

"I'm a police officer now."

Li Mo'an's tone was extremely calm.

It was as if what he was about to do was just a trivial daily task.

Hearing Li Mo'an's confident and assertive reply.

Yue Xiaopeng's lips twitched violently.

He was speechless for a moment.

"You're really getting into character!"

"You've only been wearing this uniform for a few minutes, and you already think you're some kind of SWAT officer maintaining world peace?"

Yue Xiaopeng took half a step back.

He frantically began to build himself up in his mind.

He looked at Li Mo'an's expressionless profile.

He thought to himself, "Let them fight then."

He began searching his mind for various plausible explanations.

Anyway, that guy who looked like a water ghost just now might not actually be an undercover agent.

After all, it's not easy to find someone who's an undercover agent.

Moreover, all of this was deduced by Li Mo'an on his own, relying on his unique way of thinking.

The guy, Y, who could barely walk, just recited a string of numbers and nodded the whole time.

"This is all just wishful thinking," Yue Xiaopeng muttered to himself.

"This number is probably just some random, nonsensical number that guy made up when he was under the influence of drugs and his mind wasn't clear."

"What a coincidence!"

"Can some random lunatic just walk in, give out a number, and get direct contact with drug dealers?"

That's simply impossible.

In this way, Yue Xiaopeng convinced himself through a series of rigorous logical deductions.

He felt that Li Mo'an was just adding unnecessary drama for himself.

If you call back later, the number will definitely be disconnected.

........................................

After preparing himself mentally, Yue Xiaopeng felt less nervous.

He readjusted the angle of the miniature camera in his collar to ensure that Li Mo'an's phone call was perfectly captured.

then.

He watched helplessly as Li Mo'an pressed the last number on the phone screen.

Then, Li Mo'an tapped lightly with his thumb.

I pressed the green dial button.

The hall remained quiet.

A faint static sound came from the phone's earpiece.

Li Mo'an held her phone calmly.

one second.

two seconds.

"beep--"

A clear tone indicating that the call is about to be answered came from the phone.

Then, there was another sound.

"beep--"

Yue Xiaopeng, who was standing next to him, felt a jolt in his heart when he heard this voice.

"Is it not a disconnected number?"

........................................

The phone rang a few times.

connected!

The instant the call was connected.

Li Mo'an's movements were extremely swift.

He immediately pressed the hands-free button on the screen.

The phone's audio was played aloud.

Then.

Li Mo'an didn't give the other party any chance to speak first.

He spoke loudly into the phone microphone in an extremely familiar, even slightly worldly tone:

"Hey bro, where are you?"

This statement was made very naturally.

It was as if the person on the other end of the phone was truly a sworn brother he hadn't seen for many years and with whom he had an excellent relationship.

There was no sense of unfamiliarity whatsoever.

The tone was perfectly chosen.

This is certainly thanks to the challenge skill he just acquired.

You should know that he is a master of unorthodox fighting techniques.

To get someone to go out, you first need to take the initiative in terms of presence and familiarity.

........................................

Hearing Li Mo'an's earth-shattering opening remarks.

Photographer Yue Xiaopeng, who was standing to the side, had just mentally prepared himself.

He was dumbfounded again.

He stared blankly at the phone in Li Mo'an's hand.

He felt his brain crash once again.

It actually got through?!

Could it really be a drug dealer over there?!

Yue Xiaopeng felt that the worldview he had just established was crumbling.

He was so shocked that his scalp tingled.

If the person on the other end of the phone really is a criminal.

So, wouldn't their current behavior be considered deliberate provocation?

Just thinking about this made Yue Xiaopeng break out in a cold sweat.

But his extremely powerful self-comforting mechanism started to kick in at this moment.

He swallowed.

He stared intently at the phone.

He began a second round of self-hypnosis in his mind.

"Don't panic."

Even if they can get through, it doesn't necessarily mean they're drug dealers.

"How many criminals are there in this world?"

"Maybe it's just an ordinary number."

Yes, that must be it.

Yue Xiaopeng just stood there.

He kept making excuses for himself, trying to calm his wildly beating heart.

To know.

Wang Yuzheng, the director of the show "Mushroom House", has an extremely sharp eye for people.

He was absolutely right about the photographer named Yue Xiaopeng.

This guy is a very carefree person.

His ambition was boundless.

If it were any other slightly normal person...

Seeing this situation.

They would definitely report this extremely dangerous situation immediately.

Or rather, we should do everything we can to stop Li Mo'an's crazy, self-destructive behavior.

but.

This is Yue Xiaopeng.

But he relied on his powerful mental victory method.

In those few short minutes...

Using a series of baseless guesses.

I completely convinced myself.

Li Mo'an's phone call continued...