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

the other side.

The shadows cast by the towering self-built houses on both sides gradually lengthened.

Several cars appeared on the side of the street.

Li Mo'an strode steadily out of the alley.

Old Zou and the plainclothes policemen followed closely behind him.

These police officers, who usually handle neighborhood disputes in the police station, were all at a loss for what to do next.

The lingering force of that slap was still taking effect.

Zhao Zhihai, the once powerful figure in the area, has now become very docile.

He covered the half of his cheek that was still not completely swollen and walked quickly forward himself.

He proactively opened the rear door of the middle SUV for Li Mo'an.

Li Mo'an stood by the car door and glanced at the other person calmly.

Then, he bent down and naturally sat down in the spacious back seat.

Old Zou swallowed hard, then steeled himself and crawled into the carriage, sitting down close to the window.

The car door closed, shutting out the heat from outside.

Zhao Zhihai walked around to the other side and got into the passenger seat.

As his henchmen boarded the cars, the convoy slowly started moving and merged into the city's traffic.

The air conditioning in the carriage was turned up very high.

Zhao Zhihai glanced at the young man sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

He cleared his throat and finally began to reveal their specific plans for the future.

"We need to start from Yunnan Province..."

He said that they would start from Yunnan Province and head west.

They also had to have an important meeting with other fan leaders in Yunnan Province.

Zhao Zhihai's voice echoed in the carriage.

He explained in detail why he did this.

In Myanmar, there are fully armed private militias everywhere, and without sufficient strength, it's impossible to gain a foothold.

Only when our colleagues in Yunnan Province band together and support each other can we form a powerful force.

Only in this way can we sit down and negotiate with the warlords there, thereby obtaining a larger share of the goods.

In addition, they also have to compete for the market with other major drug lords who have banded together with each other in other provinces.

This is an underground game rife with money and interests.

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Listening to these classified plans about the criminal network.

Li Mo'an leaned back in his seat, simply looking at Zhao Zhihai in front of him, and nodded calmly.

His overall reaction was very indifferent.

In Zhao Zhihai's view, this was an absolute display of a big shot's demeanor, completely disregarding such a major transnational case.

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"No, you're already sitting here?"

"This is like a mouse licking a cat's boots; it's the first time I've ever seen this."

Old Zou, sitting next to him, was terrified.

Old Zou's hands were on his knees, his palms were sweaty.

He had been a policeman his whole life and never dreamed that one day he would be sitting in a police car.

Moreover, they also had to accompany the other party to attend some kind of fan club convention overseas.

The immense impact of this role reversal left him speechless.

But he knew he was now in a difficult situation and could only suppress his inner turmoil.

Time slowly passed as the wheels of time rolled on.

The off-road convoy left the city and headed west along the national highway, continuing its journey towards the border of Yunnan Province.

During these few days on the road.

Li Mo'an witnessed firsthand the true lifestyle of Zhao Zhihai, a notorious tyrant.

These are people who constantly walk the line between the law and reality.

They were all very clear that they had embarked on a path of no return, one that could lead to their deaths at any moment.

So, although they sometimes live in fear, worried that the police might wipe them all out.

But most of the time, they live for the moment.

As long as they have money, they will indulge in extravagance and enjoyment.

It's as if they want to live each day as if it were their last.

And this journey.

Zhao Zhihai's motivation wasn't just to enjoy the journey.

He also wanted to constantly test the background of Li Mo'an and his group along the way.

Being inherently suspicious is a survival instinct in their line of work.

He needs to observe Li Mo'an's lifestyle through high-end establishments to determine her true identity.

If Li Mo'an were a low-level thug or an ordinary plainclothes officer.

Faced with such extravagant spending dens, one's lack of worldly experience will inevitably reveal their clumsiness and inexperience.

After arriving at this deduction conclusion.

Whenever the convoy stopped in a city.

Zhao Zhihai would always take them to stay in the most luxurious star-rated hotels.

He even arranged for Li Mo'an to stay in the top-floor presidential suite.

A spacious living room with huge floor-to-ceiling windows and expensive imported furniture.

When an ordinary person walks into this kind of room, their eyes will inevitably wander around.

But Li Mo'an did not.

He took the room key and walked into the suite, calmly taking off his coat and hanging it up. Time to eat, time to sleep.

That habitual attitude left the henchmen, who were secretly observing, completely unable to find any fault with it.

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Night fell that day.

The convoy arrived at a bustling city on the border.

The nightlife here is very vibrant.

Zhao Zhihai parked his car in front of a large, luxurious bar.

This bar is famous locally and is a diverse place where all sorts of people gather.

The gate was forcefully pushed open by the security guard.

A deafening barrage of heavy metal music instantly hit us.

The dance floor was packed with men and women dancing wildly.

Colorful spotlights swept rapidly back and forth through the crowd.

The air was filled with a mixture of high-end imported liquor and cheap perfume.

In those dimly lit corners, there are even chilling transactions involving contraband.

Faced with this chaotic and extravagant environment.

Ordinary people would feel an instinctive sense of rejection and wariness.

However, Li Mo'an walked in the very middle of the group, his steps very steady.

To know.

He lacks sufficient awareness of danger.

Therefore, those underground places that others perceive as full of crisis and depravity.

In his eyes, it was no different from an ordinary vegetable market on the street.

He was respectfully invited by Zhao Zhihai into a very large private room at the very back.

The soundproof door to the private room was closed, shutting out most of the noise from outside.

The dim, ambiguous lighting flowed through the private room.

The huge marble coffee table was already filled with various expensive foreign wines and exquisite fruit platters.

Several scantily clad, heavily made-up hostesses immediately greeted them with beaming smiles.

Li Mo'an did not reject this arrangement.

He was completely at home in that chaotic private room.

He sat down in the center of the soft, large leather sofa, then picked up a glass from the table, poured in a little bit of whiskey, and leaned back against the sofa, gently swaying his wrist.

The ice cubes hit the side of the glass, making a crisp sound.

He even watched with great interest as his henchmen shouted and played drinking games in the private room.

He seemed fearless in his eating, drinking, and having fun, his unhurried demeanor complementing his handsome face.

This gave him a powerful aura of composure and stability.

His gaze swept over everyone in the private room.

That calm, matter-of-fact expression.

It's as if he was born to belong to this decadent underworld.

It was as if he were the uncrowned king of this dark kingdom.

Zhao Zhihai sat in the other corner of the coffee table.

He held a glass of strong liquor in his hand, but didn't drink it.

He secretly observed Li Mo'an's every move through the dim light.

Trying to find a trace of unease in Li Mo'an's drinking posture or the way he looks at people.

But he failed completely.

The other person acted so naturally.

It was so natural that Zhao Zhihai even wondered if he had really encountered some reclusive underworld figure.

Zhao Zhihai tilted his head back and drank the strong liquor in his glass in one gulp.

The more I look at this young man, the less I understand him.

Zhao Zhihai was unaware of this at the time.

The other people sitting next to Li Mo'an.

Those "subordinates" whom he regarded as Boss Li's personal bodyguards.

These were plainclothes police officers from the local police station, including Lao Zou.

They are currently experiencing the most agonizing moment of their careers.