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

Inside the brightly lit luxury private room, the deafening heavy metal music was blocked out by the heavy soundproof door.

The room was filled with the rich aroma of high-end imported liquor.

Li Mo'an sat on the large leather sofa.

I leaned back slightly, finding a very comfortable position.

He was holding a glass of whiskey in his hand.

Several henchmen who were usually sent by Zhao Zhihai were gathered around him with big smiles on their faces.

They raised their glasses and toasted each other using common phrases from the martial arts world.

Li Mo'an did not reject this warm welcome.

He calmly toasted and drank with these drug dealers.

His movements were very skillful; he picked up his wine glass, clinked it lightly, and then tilted his head back to take a sip.

His responses to the other party's probing questions were also impeccable.

He showed none of the awkwardness or timidity one would expect from a young person fresh out of school.

After all, what's the big deal? He even dares to defuse nuclear bombs; those things are fair game for all living beings.

And on both sides of his body.

Old Zou and several other veteran police officers sat side by side on the sofa.

In contrast, these veteran police officers have been working their way up from the bottom for many years.

They sat upright in the decadent bar booth.

Old Zou's back was ramrod straight, like a wooden board propped up on a sofa.

His hands were on his knees, and his palms were already covered with a fine layer of sweat.

Old Zhang and Old Liu were also stiff, their eyes fixed on the coffee table in front of them.

I was incredibly nervous.

After all, these police officers at the local police station have really never experienced this kind of extravagant lifestyle.

Most of the disputes they handle daily involve elderly people vying for space for square dancing.

Or it could be a public security case such as someone's electric vehicle battery being stolen.

Who would have thought that one day they would be in the core private room with so many drug dealers?

The surroundings were dimly lit, filled with scantily clad bar hostesses and burly gangsters.

Even more deadly is...

So many drug traffickers, whose hands may be stained with human lives, are right in front of me.

Old Zou swallowed hard.

They were very worried that these drug dealers might suddenly become violent under the influence of alcohol.

In case the other party notices something is wrong.

In case the other party suddenly draws a weapon.

In this cramped and enclosed space, these veteran police officers who were not carrying any police equipment would definitely suffer a great loss.

To cope with potential dangers at any time, they have to remain highly vigilant at all times.

Old Zou's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

His gaze, like radar, frequently fell upon the drug dealers in the private room.

He observed whether the other person's hands were near their pockets, guarding against a possible attack.

To know.

This awkward, stiff posture might seem very strange to ordinary people.

People come to bars to relax and have fun.

No one would flex their body like a fully drawn bow.

But it depends on who you're dealing with.

The natural police force possesses an inherent quality that inspires instinctive fear in drug traffickers.

Old Zou and his colleagues have been police officers for half their lives.

He possessed an air of authority that came from years of handling cases.

That was the aura he developed after interrogating countless criminal suspects.

That scrutinizing and penetrating gaze was amplified infinitely in this confined environment.

When Lao Zou's gaze fell upon the eyes of Zhao Zhihai's henchmen.

It instantly triggered a crazy chemical reaction.

A henchman with dyed yellow hair was originally holding a bottle of expensive foreign liquor, about to pour the wine.

He had just walked up to the sofa.

Old Zou's gaze swept over.

He has a very professional way of judging people; he always looks into the other person's eyes first, then their hands.

It's such a simple act of scrutiny.

The blond-haired thug felt the hairs on his body stand on end.

His heart skipped a beat, and his wrist trembled uncontrollably.

A few drops of wine spilled down the side of the glass and landed on the marble coffee table.

Those thugs who usually act arrogantly and domineeringly on the streets.

They've seen all sorts of big scenes, even gang warfare.

But now.

They were swept over by the eyes of Lao Zou and the others.

They felt a chill run down their spines.

A chill ran down my spine and straight to the back of my head.

They felt their legs were going weak and they could barely stand.

They didn't dare to make eye contact with Lao Zou and the others for more than two seconds.

The henchmen hurriedly poured the drinks.

Then they all made excuses and hid in the darkest corner of the private room.

Leaning against the corner of the wall, they whispered in hushed tones.

These henchmen began to use their own experience in the underworld to interpret the identities of Lao Zou and his gang.

Did you see that?

"Those bodyguards that Boss Li brought are really scary."

"Yes, that look made me feel really uncomfortable."

"The aura they exude suggests they've been through a lot of bloodshed.

"I bet he has countless lives on his hands."

The henchmen were exchanging tips in a corner, frantically adding their own dramatic flair.

They completely misinterpreted the old policeman's wariness due to nervousness as the murderous aura of a top assassin.

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

The whispers in the corner quickly reached Zhao Zhihai's ears.

Zhao Zhihai listened to his subordinate's report.

His fingers, holding the wine glass, tightened slightly.

He turned his head and, using the flickering light, secretly sized up the men sitting next to Li Mo'an.

Looking at Lao Zou and the others, who were sitting motionless.

Then look at Li Mo'an, who is sitting in the middle with a calm expression.

Zhao Zhihai's awe of Li Mo'an deepened even further.

He felt that anyone who could keep such a ruthless character in check must be a powerful figure in the underworld with extensive connections.

Just as the atmosphere in the private room was becoming increasingly awkward.

Li Mo'an's mind was far from calm.

He heard system notifications more frequently than before.

The voice was very mechanical.

"Ding!"

"【Super Learning Boost Buff (Police Version)】Activated!"

"[100x learning speed is now in effect!]"

"You are currently learning undercover techniques!"

Li Mo'an toyed with a glass of wine in his hand.

He listened to the prompts that kept flashing through his mind.

He calmly took a sip of the wine in his glass.

He put down his wine glass and glanced at Lao Zou and the others sitting beside him, their bodies tense.

His mind raced, several thoughts flashing through his mind.

"Old Zou and the others are currently infiltrating the drug trafficking network with me; in essence, they're undercover agents."

"It's precisely because of the existence of these undercover agents."

"The psychological state and coping mechanisms of each of them when facing a crisis have become a resource library for the system to extract experience."

Therefore, I have acquired even more undercover skills at this moment.

Memoan's mind flashed through a series of memories.

He recalled the time when he first acquired the skill to challenge others to a duel.

That skill was merely a sip of the experience gained from that pair of clowns.

Those are the two comedians who challenged each other to a fight offline over whether tofu pudding is sweet or savory.

The system directly upgraded his dueling skills to Master Plus level right in the police station lobby.

To know.

The Master Plus level is so easy to achieve, yet its actual combat power is so formidable.

A few bricks were enough to easily take down Zhao Zhihai, a notorious local leader.

And now this undercover skill.

I have been studying for so long.

They've absorbed real undercover experience, and now they've added the experience of veteran police officers.

However, he has not yet reached the level of a master.

This is enough to show that the knowledge system and psychological qualities required for undercover skills are much more complex than those required for a fight.

Thinking about this, he actually felt a little hopeful.

I wonder what the effect would be if this undercover skill reached the Master Plus level.