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

A flicker of curiosity crossed Li Mo'an's mind.

He placed the glass back on the marble coffee table.

The wine was gently swirled in the glass.

He continued to observe the reactions of the drug dealers around him without making a sound.

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

In the next few days.

The convoy continued westward along the national highway.

They traversed the rolling mountains.

The vegetation outside the window gradually transformed into a vast tropical broad-leaved forest.

This indicates that they are getting closer and closer to that border area.

On this long journey.

Zhao Zhihai and his accomplices continued their "live for today" mentality.

Li Mo'an then joined them in eating, drinking, and having fun at various places.

And in this process.

The system notification sound in Li Mo'an's mind would ring out from time to time.

His undercover skills and experience are constantly growing.

The vast amount of knowledge about the underground world flowed into the depths of his memory like a gentle stream.

One night.

There were no stars in the sky, and the air was thick with a humid, oppressive heat.

The convoy finally arrived at a bustling city near the border.

This city is a melting pot of all sorts of people.

Everywhere you look, there are business people speaking various accents and passersby hurrying by.

"Let's go relax."

To avoid attracting attention, Zhao Zhihai did not choose a large chain hotel.

Instead, they took everyone to a local bar with a strong borderland vibe.

This bar is quite large, and its decor has a rugged feel.

The gate was made of thick solid wood covered with sheet metal.

The bar was dimly lit.

Above the dance floor hung rotating colored lights, projecting dazzling spots of light.

The subwoofer emitted a deafening roar.

The air was filled with a murky smell of cheap cigarettes, alcohol, and various cheap perfumes.

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

Zhao Zhihai skillfully led everyone through the crowded area.

They sat down in a semi-enclosed booth at the back of the bar.

This spot offers a great view.

It allows for a clear view of the direction of the main gate while also facilitating evacuation via the side safety passage.

The waiter quickly brought out a dozen beers and a fruit platter.

Zhao Zhihai waved away the hostesses who tried to approach.

He leaned out.

He moved closer to Li Mo'an.

Under the cover of this deafening environment.

Everyone was sitting around a booth, discussing the specific details of the upcoming itinerary in hushed tones.

Zhao Zhihai dipped his finger in the liquor and drew a simple route map on the table.

He described which hidden mountain path to take to avoid the border post.

He explained how to exchange secret signals with the local contact person once they arrived in Myanmar.

however.

Just as Zhao Zhihai uttered the secret code,

Unexpected changes occurred suddenly.

The bar's heavy solid wood door was suddenly pushed open forcefully from the outside.

The metal door slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

A large number of local police officers in uniform surged in like a black tide.

They began conducting surprise checks.

This sudden change instantly disrupted the bar's ecosystem.

The DJ standing on the mixing console was taken into custody by the police.

The deafening heavy metal music abruptly stopped.

Followed by.

The control switch on the bar wall was pushed up.

All the dazzling colored lights above the dance floor were turned off.

The rows of high-powered white lights on the bar's ceiling instantly lit up.

The blinding white light illuminated the entire hall as if it were daytime.

All the shady dealings in the shadows were exposed at this moment.

The once noisy crowd instantly turned into a flock of frightened sheep.

Many people instinctively raised their hands to block the bright light.

Zhao Zhihai sat at the very back of the booth.

The moment the blinding lights came on.

He saw the police officers carrying their equipment, checking each booth one by one.

Zhao Zhihai's expression immediately changed.

His fleshy cheeks twitched slightly.

To know.

They're all dirty now.

Don't be fooled by their current appearance as ordinary tourists drinking.

But those henchmen even carried contraband and weapons inside their jackets or at the back of their waists.

These things, if discovered in this city so close to the border...

That is a serious crime that is beyond doubt.

Zhao Zhihai sat on the sofa without moving.

He tried to keep his composure.

But his hands, hanging by his sides, were clenched into fists.

His brain was working frantically.

He is assessing the current situation.

The gate has been completely blocked by the police.

Two police officers with riot shields were also standing on the other side of the safety passage.

They have no chance of escaping.

If they are questioned and weapons or contraband are found in their possession, everyone involved will be taken to the police station.

A feeling of despair spread through his heart.

A fine layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

Cold sweat slid down his brow bone and into his eyes.

He didn't even dare to blink forcefully, for fear of attracting the attention of the police.

Compared to Zhao Zhihai's feigned composure.

His henchmen, who lacked a sense of the big picture, were far inferior.

Faced with this situation of being trapped like a turtle in a jar.

The henchmen were in complete chaos.

Their eyes were filled with panic and fear.

When they saw two police officers with flashlights walking towards their booth.

A blond-haired henchman sitting on the periphery began to breathe rapidly.

His psychological defenses collapsed.

He instinctively reached for the hem of his clothes.

He tried to touch the cold thing hidden at his waist.

This is entirely a stress response when there is no other way out.

As soon as he pulls out that weapon.

It looked like an extremely fierce battle was about to break out.

At this time.

Sitting next to Li Mo'an were Lao Zou and others who accompanied him as bodyguards.

They saw the blond-haired thug reach for his lower back.

These experienced veteran police officers were also pounding with anxiety.

"How could this happen so suddenly?"

Old Zou felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

My back was instantly soaked.

Old Zou quickly mentally calculated the consequences of opening fire.

This is a crowded bar.

If a firefight occurs here.

Stray bullets will inevitably injure innocent people.

What's even more critical is their situation.

Their current identity is that of bodyguards for drug traffickers.

If a fight breaks out, whose side will they help?

Helping the police fight drug traffickers?

At such close range, they were unarmed and would be riddled with bullets by the thugs around them in an instant.

Helping drug traffickers beat up police officers?

Then they would be considered criminals who assaulted police officers.

If a firefight were to break out here, their situation would be extremely passive.

This is simply an unsolvable dead end.

Old Zou's legs felt weak.

however.

At this tense and critical moment...

Li Mo'an moved.

In this oppressive atmosphere where everyone's nerves were on the verge of breaking, everyone was on edge.

Li Mo'an stood up calmly.

His movements were very natural, without causing the slightest panic.

He extended his right hand.

He grabbed the wrist of the henchman next to him who was almost touching the gun handle.

His hands are large and strong.

He forcefully pressed the other person's trembling hand back onto his knee.

The blond-haired thug paused for a moment, then looked up at him.

Li Mo'an didn't even look at the other person.

He let go.

She slowly and deliberately straightened the hem of her clothes, which had become wrinkled from sitting for so long.

She smoothed out her collar.

then.

Take steady steps.

He deliberately stepped over the coffee table and walked towards the two policemen who were approaching.

in fact.

to be frank.

To be honest, he didn't know how to deal with it either, but there's a term called "improvisational trick".

That's right.

Faced with this sudden check.

He's about to hang up.

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

Zhao Zhihai sat on the sofa.

He watched Li Mo'an's tall and upright figure as he proactively approached the police.

His heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, suddenly fell back into his stomach.

He breathed a long sigh of relief.

He reached out and wiped the cold sweat from the corner of his eye.

After spending these few days together.

He had long realized that this calm-looking, decisive young man was no ordinary person.

In his mind, Li Mo'an was a super big shot with connections to the heavens.

Zhao Zhihai thought so.

Since the other party dared to take the initiative at this critical juncture.

That must mean they were confident and had a foolproof plan to escape.

The other party is definitely able to solve this big problem.

If Zhao Zhihai could hear Li Mo'an's thoughts right now...

If he knew about Boss Li, on whom he had placed such high hopes.

I had absolutely no plan in mind; I was just going to go up there and improvise.

He estimated that he would swing his arm without hesitation.

I'd slap myself to death the moment before I had the idea that Boss Li could solve the problem.