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

Old Zou shielded Li Mo'an in front of him, appearing calm on the surface, but his back was already covered in a fine layer of sweat.

The veteran policeman was still feeling uneasy because of what he had just done.

The narrow alley was extremely dark, with towering self-built houses on both sides blocking the afternoon sun, leaving only a few faint rays of light to seep through the cracks in the walls.

Several broken red bricks were scattered on the ground.

Finally free, Zhao Zhihai sat on the rough muddy ground. He did not get up immediately, but slowly turned his shoulders, which were stiff from being handcuffed for a long time.

The bones made a slight grinding sound.

He lowered his head and rubbed his wrists, which were marked red by the metal handcuffs, with his calloused fingers. Watching the blood flow through his arms again, he felt a real sense of peace.

Take a deep breath and exhale heavily.

Zhao Zhihai raised his fleshy face and looked at the young man standing in front of him.

Li Mo'an stood still, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, without making any defensive gestures.

He simply looked calmly at Zhao Zhihai, who was sitting on the ground.

This extreme calm put immense psychological pressure on Zhao Zhihai.

With a slight movement of his chin, Zhao Zhihai slowly stood up, supporting himself with his large palms on the ground.

He patted the dust off his trouser legs and looked at Li Mo'an in front of him.

Finally, he spoke.

He said, "Since we're all on the same path, let's go together."

Upon hearing this, Li Mo'an remained calm, but his mind was racing.

It's important to know that, given his current "undercover skills," he naturally also possesses a wealth of knowledge in micro-expression psychology.

His gaze swept across the other person's facial features, and he immediately realized that the other person did not truly and completely trust him.

When Zhao Zhihai spoke, his eyes flickered briefly, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched very slightly and unnaturally.

All of this was sending a clear message to Li Mo'an: the other party did not fully trust him.

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The leader, Zhao Zhihai, glanced at Li Mo'an; he certainly didn't completely trust him.

The reason he took the initiative to bring Li Mo'an to that grand gathering of powerful figures was because he had a comprehensive plan.

He wasn't afraid of Li Mo'an being a policeman.

Because that so-called fan club gathering was not even located within the territory of the Eastern Kingdom.

If Li Mo'an really is a policeman, then going to that conference where big-time gangsters gather would definitely be the end of him.

These Yunnan provincial fans were going to neighboring Myanmar to attend this conference.

There, the East Korean police have no law enforcement authority; once you cross the border, any police officer is at your mercy.

So he wasn't afraid at all, even with Li Mo'an and the others by his side.

Having gained confidence, Zhao Zhihai began to probe with words.

He deliberately mentioned going to Myanmar in his conversation, wanting to see the young man's reaction when he heard about going abroad.

Ordinary people would definitely hesitate if they heard that they were going to Myanmar with drug traffickers.

But Li Mo'an did not.

He simply looked at the other person and calmly said, "Okay, let's go together."

The plainclothes police officers, including Zou Jiulong, standing behind Li Mo'an, exchanged glances.

Old Zou swallowed hard, feeling a surge of excitement.

If these police officers could infiltrate the area, arrest a few drug kingpins, or even wipe them all out in one fell swoop.

That must be a tremendous achievement.

But while they were excited, they were also a little scared.

If I really went to Myanmar with them, my identity would be exposed and I would face a nine-out-of-ten chance of death.

The glances they stole at Li Mo'an were filled with amazement.

They were amazed by Li Mo'an's courage; if it were them, they would never dare to venture into the lion's den.

If Li Mo'an knew what they were thinking, he would say, "What are you afraid of? The drug traffickers haven't killed anyone yet. If they haven't killed anyone, they won't die. Since they won't die, what are you afraid of?"

In his peculiar thought process, as long as death hasn't occurred, there is no danger.

This is why he was able to maintain a calm expression; he lacked sufficient awareness of danger.

The negotiations in the alley seemed to be going smoothly.

Just as both parties finalized this cooperation intention.

A crisp sound broke the silence.

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Li Mo'an's cell phone suddenly rang in his pocket.

The sound of the bell was particularly abrupt in the quiet alley, and all eyes were instantly drawn to him.

Li Mo'an calmly reached into his pocket and took out his phone.

Old Zou stood to the side, his eyes inadvertently catching sight of the lit-up phone screen.

I could clearly see the words "Aunt Yang Mi" on the caller ID.

That is, it was Yang Mi who called.

Upon seeing this name, Lao Zou felt a sudden surge of anxiety.

We're currently dealing with a major tyrant, and this is a critical moment.

He was afraid that Li Mo'an might accidentally reveal some information while talking to Yang Mi.

If Zhao Zhihai on the other side notices something amiss, then all of them will be finished here today.

Old Zou's palms were sweaty as he nervously watched Li Mo'an.

However, Li Mo'an remained calm.

He simply said to Zhao Zhihai, "I'm going to take this call."

After saying that, he picked up his phone and prepared to turn around and walk into the corner of the alley.

Zhao Zhihai did not move.

He narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.

Zhao Zhihai watched Li Mo'an's retreating figure and said in a cold voice, "Couldn't you have picked him up here?"

moment.

The air at the scene fell silent.

It was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

Old Zou froze, and cold sweat instantly broke out on the foreheads of the plainclothes policemen.

They didn't dare to breathe loudly, their palms sweating.

The situation is on the verge of erupting.

However, at that moment...

A sharp "snap!" suddenly rang out in the alley.

A loud, resounding slap landed squarely on the face of Zhao Zhihai, the notorious gangster!

The slap was delivered by Li Mo'an.

The slap was so powerful that it knocked Zhao Zhihai's head to one side.

Zhao Zhihai was completely stunned by the beating.

Li Mo'an withdrew his hand.

He stared at the stunned Zhao Zhihai with a sinister gaze, and said, word by word:

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"Who do you think you are? Don't think that just because I untied you and gave you a nice look, you can sit on equal footing with me here."

The entire venue fell silent at that moment!