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

The spacious van was well-cooled.

Yang Mi leaned back in the comfortable leather seat, still holding the phone that had already been disconnected.

The dial tone from the receiver seemed to still echo in her ears.

But her mind was already completely occupied by a few other words.

She was still reeling from the shock of "arranging a fight with drug dealers" and was completely dumbfounded.

Her mind went blank, as if it had been paused.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

She stared blankly at the scenery rushing past the car window, repeatedly chewing over the two words she had just heard on the phone.

【d贩】

[A challenge to a fight].

She repeatedly dissected, analyzed, and recombined these two words in her mind.

In Yang Mi's understanding.

What is a D-fan?

That's a character that only appears in movies.

They are those desperate criminals who hide in dark corners, conduct transactions worth hundreds of millions, carry automatic weapons, and are prone to gunfights at the drop of a hat.

That was a top-level crime involving Interpol, the state apparatus, undercover agents, and sacrifices.

That is an extremely dangerous abyss, a place from which there is no return.

And what is a challenge to a fight?

That was an activity exclusively for junior high school students, street urchins, and young, energetic guys.

It was a verbal argument about whoever was looking at whom.

It's a low-level brawl that takes place with bricks and beer bottles in front of barbecue stalls or internet cafes, full of cheap hormones and vulgarity.

These two words, one represents a brutally realistic crime genre.

A work of literature that represents the absurd pain of youth.

One is in the sky, the other is on the ground.

One is in Antarctica, and the other is in the Arctic.

They belong to two completely different dimensions that are completely unrelated.

But now.

These two completely unrelated words were forcibly combined by the police officers at the police station in an extremely distressed tone.

Moreover, her nephew's name is also sandwiched in the middle of this combination.

Li Moan.

No matter how Yang Mi thought about it, she found this matter too unbelievable.

It's like someone telling you that Einstein, while writing "The Theory of Relativity," got into a square dance battle with his neighbor Newton over the ownership of a bag of spicy snacks.

This is utter nonsense.

She still felt that something must have gone wrong.

Or perhaps there's some huge misunderstanding.

Perhaps Officer Zhang was in too much of a hurry and made a slip of the tongue?

Or perhaps, Li Mo'an simply arranged a fight with someone, and the other person happened to be a drug dealer, but Li Mo'an himself didn't know it?

No, that's not right.

Yang Mi quickly dismissed her guess.

She remembered Li Mo'an's strange constitution.

From digging out thousands of bombs to repairing nuclear weapons with bare hands.

Everything this cheap nephew does is far beyond the comprehension of normal humans.

If this absurd combination were applied to any normal person, Yang Mi would scoff at it.

But if the subject is Li Mo'an...

Yang Mi's heart sank.

A tremendous worry and an inexplicable sense of bewilderment instantly gripped her heart.

She could no longer go to the airport with the same hopeful mindset as before, thinking that "arranging a fight is better than digging for a nuclear bomb."

She has to go back!

She needs to find out what happened immediately!

next second.

Yang Mi suddenly sat up straight in her seat.

She leaned over and patted the back of the driver's seat hard.

"Master Wang!"

Her voice no longer carried its usual languidness and composure, but instead conveyed an undeniable urgency.

"Turn around!"

"immediately!"

"Back to the city center police station!"

The driver, Mr. Wang, who was focused on driving, was startled by the sudden order.

Although he was puzzled, as a professional driver, he immediately carried out his boss's order.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror to make sure there were no cars approaching from behind.

He replied in a deep voice, "Sit tight, boss."

Immediately afterwards, he swerved the steering wheel sharply.

This high-performance minivan drew an extremely beautiful arc on the wide airport expressway.

The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground.

At an emergency U-turn ahead, the driver executed a textbook-perfect drift maneuver to complete the U-turn.

After a brief period of weightlessness, the vehicle regained its stability.

They sped back the way they came, charging towards the enemy with lightning speed.

The atmosphere inside the carriage became extremely heavy.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Assistant Xiao Gao saw Yang Mi's face, which was unusually pale and unpleasant, through the rearview mirror.

Xiao Gao cautiously turned his head and asked softly:

"Honey, is... something wrong?"

Yang Mi leaned back in her seat, her hands gripping her phone tightly.

She pursed her lips and remained silent.

She didn't want to tell anyone about it.

After all, the term "drug dealer" is far too sensitive.

but.

There are just too many flaws in this matter.

It was so absurd that she had to speak out.

The surreal reality of "my artist is arranging a fight with drug dealers" weighed heavily on her heart like a boulder.

It made it hard for her to breathe.

She felt that if she didn't talk to someone, she might suffocate on the spot from this immense sense of absurdity.

Yang Mi held it in for a long time.

She simply couldn't hold back any longer.

In addition, there was her assistant, Xiao Gao, who had been with her for several years and was her absolute confidant.

She finally gave up resisting.

She slumped into her seat like a deflated balloon.

In an extremely weak voice, she recounted exactly what she had heard on the phone.

"Xiao Gao..."

Yang Mi's voice was trembling.

"Just now... Officer Zhang from the police station called me back..."

He said...

Yang Mi took a deep breath, as if she had used up all her strength.

He said our Mo'an...

"He went to... to... arrange a fight with drug dealers..."

When those last few words came out of Yang Mi's mouth.

She herself thought it was an extremely clumsy, lame joke.

After listening to Yang Mi's intermittent retelling.

The assistant was stunned.

Her mouth opened wider and wider.

It grows bigger and bigger.

Large enough to fit a whole egg inside.

Her usually lively eyes were now filled with a pure, unadorned blankness.

She stared blankly at Yang Mi's pale face in the rearview mirror.

The carriage fell silent.

All that remained was the steady roar of the engine.

A long time passed.

The assistant seemed to have finally found her voice again.

She and Yang Mi exchanged a glance.

that moment.

They both saw the same, even identical, complex emotions in each other's eyes.

There was shock.

It's unbelievable.

More than anything, there is a deep skepticism about the reality of this world.

It's as if they've always lived in a normal human society, only to suddenly discover that their next-door neighbor is actually a Godzilla knitting a sweater.

At this moment.

The two of them had a different perspective on the "evil" nature of Li Mo'an's existence.

They gained entirely new, even revolutionary, perspectives.