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

"It was supposed to be a challenge anyway..."

Yue Xiaopeng muttered something with great grievance.

He withdrew his resentful gaze.

He refocused his attention on Li Mo'an.

The police station lobby was quite empty at this time.

Sunlight streamed through the glass doors onto the floor.

Li Mo'an stood in that sunlight.

He was holding that smartphone in his hand.

He had just pressed the hands-free button on the screen.

The background noise of a call being connected came through the phone's speaker.

Followed by.

Just after Li Mo'an said in an extremely familiar tone, as if he were an old friend, "Hey, brother, where are you?"

There was a brief pause on the other end of the phone.

Then.

An angry voice came from the speaker.

Who are you?

The voice was very rough, carrying an undisguised air of a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and outlaws).

Hearing the question from the other side.

Li Mo'an remained calm.

He didn't even blink.

He spoke into the phone microphone very naturally.

He directly gave the name of the photographer who was standing by as if he were invisible.

"Brother," Li Mo'an said sincerely.

"I'm Yue Yunpeng."

The person on the other end of the phone heard this.

It was also clearly heard by Yue Xiaopeng, who was standing next to him.

Photographer Yue Xiaopeng, standing rooted to the spot, was completely dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at Li Mo'an's calm profile.

He felt his head buzzing.

He was so shocked that his scalp tingled.

He roared wildly in his mind.

"No!" This thought flashed through Yue Xiaopeng's mind:

"You called someone to arrange a fight!"

Why did you sign up for me?!

Yue Xiaopeng felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He had even imagined extremely terrifying scenes.

Someday in the future.

When that criminal came seeking revenge with a watermelon knife.

They're searching the whole world for someone named Yue Yunpeng!

We'd better go straight to him!

Yue Xiaopeng was so anxious that he stomped his feet on the spot, but he didn't dare to interrupt the call and could only stand by and worry.

The person on the other end of the phone clearly didn't know who Yue Yunpeng was.

"Little Yueyue?" The voice on the other end was filled with doubt and impatience.

"I don't recognize him!"

"Who are you?" The voice on the other end rose a few decibels. "What do you want?"

Faced with this kind of interrogation.

Li Mo'an remained completely calm.

He continued rambling on calmly.

"Isn't this my sixth brother's phone number?" Li Mo'an asked back, his tone carrying just the right amount of puzzlement.

Upon hearing this...

The person on the other end of the phone completely lost patience.

"You dialed the wrong number!" the other person yelled irritably.

Li Mo'an reacted extremely quickly.

He immediately picked up the conversation.

"Oh, I made a mistake," Li Mo'an said in a tone of sudden realization.

"I'm sorry."

After saying this insincere apology.

Li Mo'an tapped the screen lightly with his thumb.

He hung up the phone immediately.

The call screen disappeared instantly.

The hall fell silent.

The cameraman, Yue Xiaopeng, who was standing to the side, breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw this.

His tense shoulders slumped.

He reached out and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"It's good that he's dead, it's good that he's dead," he thought to himself with a sense of relief.

He felt that it was a blessing from God that the fight didn't happen.

however.

Yue Xiaopeng had no idea what Li Mo'an's true intentions were at this moment.

To know.

At this moment, Li Mo'an possessed the Master-level plus version of the [Challenge] skill granted by the system.

He had already thoroughly mastered countless points of knowledge about such unorthodox methods in his mind.

He knew it very well.

When dealing with someone who constantly operates in a gray area and has an extremely volatile temper.

If you agree with him, he won't take you seriously at all.

But if you start the conversation first, and then hang up the phone when the other party is completely unprepared.

That would be a huge provocation.

This behavior is sure to enrage the other party instantly.

This will make the other person feel that their face has been severely trampled.

This prompts the other party to call back.

This is called feigning indifference to lure the prey into a trap.

That's what professionalism is all about.

as predicted.

Li Mo'an's phone screen had gone black for less than five seconds.

A cell phone suddenly rang in the lobby.

The screen lights up.

The number displayed on the caller ID was the same number I had just dialed.

Yue Xiaopeng's heart, which had just been at ease, instantly jumped into his throat again.

Li Mo'an looked at the number on the screen.

He calmly slid the answer button and pressed the speakerphone button again.

"Hello," Li Mo'an said in a flat tone.

The call had just been connected.

The person opposite him was like a powder keg that had been lit, and he angrily questioned him.

"Who are you?!" The voice on the other end was so loud it made the speaker vibrate.

"I haven't finished speaking yet!"

Why did you hang up on me?!

They heard that the other party had taken the bait.

Li Mo'an did not hesitate at all.

He immediately switched his language system to irritable mode.

This is also an extremely important point of knowledge in the "Challenge" skill.

To successfully arrange a fight.

Both sides must be careful with their tone and word choice.

A clash of energies is necessary to truly ignite the anger.

"Who am I?" Li Mo'an's voice instantly rose, and his tone became very aggressive:

"Didn't I dial the wrong number?"

"I'm Yue Yunpeng!"

The person on the other end was taken aback by this sudden, forceful attitude.

The anger burned even brighter.

"No, who are you looking for?!" the other end roared.

Li Mo'an retorted without backing down.

"Didn't I tell you?!" Li Mo'an shouted, "I'm looking for my sixth brother!"

"You're looking for your sixth brother, why are you hitting me here?!" the other party roared angrily.

Li Mo'an held his phone, his expression calm.

But the words that came out of his mouth became increasingly aggressive.

"Can't I just apologize for making a mistake?!" Li Mo'an retorted confidently.

The breathing on the other end became extremely heavy.

He was clearly very angry.

"What are you apologizing for?!" The tone on the other end was extremely harsh. "Don't ever call me again!"

"How dare you speak like that?" Li Mo'an demanded sharply.

"Don't you have any manners?!"

Yue Xiaopeng, who was standing next to him, heard this.

His lips twitched violently.

He was speechless.

He looked at Li Mo'an, who had a calm expression, and thought to himself, "You're actually talking about manners with a criminal?"

That's as absurd as trying to persuade a tiger to eat vegetarian food.

The person on the other end of the phone was clearly enraged by those words.

"What the hell is wrong with me talking like this!" The other person blurted out profanities.

Li Mo'an pressed on relentlessly.

"Who are you cursing?" Li Mo'an's voice echoed in the empty hall.

"Who do you think you are?"

This kind of language, full of street provocation, came out.

The effect is immediate.

"So what if I insulted you?!" the other person retorted angrily.

"What are you pretending for?" Li Mo'an continued to add fuel to the fire. "What do you want?"

"Where are you?!" the person on the other end asked.

"So what if I want to fuck you!"

note.

This classic social dance dialogue requires a back-and-forth exchange, with neither side backing down.

The more they talked, the angrier they became.

Emotions had built up to the point of imminent explosion.

Li Mo'an heard the other party's demand to do something to him.

He knew the time was right.

He held his phone calmly.

"I'm in the city center!" Li Mo'an retorted loudly.

"What's wrong with that?!"

Upon hearing that it was in the city center, the other party immediately pressed for details.

"Where's the city center!" the other person shouted menacingly. "Tell me!"

Li Mo'an did not directly reveal his location.

According to the game theory principle of a duel, whoever reveals the specific location first is at a disadvantage in terms of momentum.

He continued to provoke the other party.

"Why should I tell you?" Li Mo'an's temper flared up as well. "Where are you? Tell me! Who are you with?!"

These repeated questions and provocations completely enraged the person on the other end of the phone.

"You think you're so great?!" The other person couldn't hold back their temper any longer.

"If that doesn't work, try China Construction Bank!"

Upon hearing this...

Li Mo'an's eyes lit up slightly.

He quickly pressed for the key information.

"Which China Construction Bank?" Li Mo'an asked.

The other person, panting heavily, gave a specific address.

"The China Construction Bank on Wenhua Road!"

We obtained the specific location information.

Li Mo'an knew when to stop.

He calmly looked at his phone and gave the most straightforward answer.

"Okay!" Li Mo'an said.

"Then I'll give you a good beating!"

"wait for me!"

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes!"

After saying that...

Li Mo'an did not give the other party any chance to make any more harsh remarks.

He pressed his thumb and hung up the phone.

The call screen disappeared, and the phone returned to the home screen.

The hall fell silent again.

Yue Xiaopeng, the cameraman standing to the side, witnessed the entire textbook-perfect fight.

He was completely dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at Li Mo'an.

He felt his calves spinning.

He swallowed.

"No..." This thought popped into Yue Xiaopeng's mind.

"Did you really make a date?"

They just kept arguing and bickering like that.

They actually managed to arrange to meet people offline?

This efficiency is just outrageous!

Yue Xiaopeng's hands, which were holding the camera equipment, were trembling slightly.

A huge panic gripped him.

then.

In this extremely oppressive atmosphere.

He started indulging in his self-comforting spirit of being invincible again.

His eyes darted around.

He silently encouraged himself.

"this......"

"This might not necessarily be one of those traffickers... right?"

This caused an uproar in the live stream room.

Although viewers in the live stream didn't hear the keyword "trafficker," they did hear other keywords.