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

Inside the brightly lit bar booth, the deafening heavy metal music had completely stopped.

Several heavily armed local police officers stood at the door, blocking all escape routes.

The middle-aged police officer leading the team looked serious and scanned the private room with sharp eyes.

A tense and oppressive atmosphere filled the air.

It's an atmosphere that makes it almost impossible to breathe.

The drug dealers sitting on the sofa had cold sweat dripping from their palms, and their fingers unconsciously moved closer to their waists.

Zhao Zhihai was also sweating profusely, his back pressed tightly against the sofa back.

Old Zou and several other plainclothes police officers held their breath.

At this critical moment, Li Mo'an made a move.

He walked towards the policeman leading the team.

His steps were steady, without any hesitation, and without the nervous evasion one would expect when questioned by the police.

They stopped two steps away from the police officer.

He casually took out several documents from his jacket pocket and handed them to the other person.

The officer in charge frowned slightly, took the identification, and looked down to examine it.

This is a perfectly forged document, with impeccable identity information, complete with a stamp and anti-counterfeiting features. He recently created it using his knowledge of undercover work.

After all, anyone who has gone undercover knows that forging things is just basic stuff.

Li Mo'an spoke up.

Using the undercover knowledge that had surged in his mind during this period, he spoke calmly.

"Thank you for your hard work, officer. We are business people coming from over there."

They presented themselves as a group of middlemen conducting legitimate border trade.

The officer in charge looked up and sized him up.

I asked several technical questions about border trade, trying to find flaws in their answers.

Li Mo'an answered fluently.

Not only did he answer accurately, but he also took the opportunity to complain about how difficult border trade had been lately, with complicated customs procedures and thin profit margins.

These words were perfectly watertight.

It even carries a touch of the shrewdness and helplessness unique to businessmen who have been traveling the world for many years.

The officer in charge looked at the identification document twice.

His gaze passed over Li Mo'an and fell upon Zhao Zhihai and the others sitting in the private room.

The henchmen were so nervous they didn't dare breathe, afraid of arousing the police's suspicion.

Ultimately, the police seemed unable to find any flaws in Li Mo'an's meticulous response.

After a brief inspection, the officer closed the identification and handed it back.

"Behave yourself in business. The border is cracking down hard these days, so don't cause trouble," the officer advised.

He waved his hand, signaling his officers to retreat.

Several police officers turned and walked out of the private room.

The heavy soundproof door was closed again with a dull thud.

Only at this moment did the stagnant air in the private room begin to flow again.

The henchmen, who had just been sweating and ready to draw their guns and fight to the death, all breathed a long sigh of relief.

Some people slumped on the sofa, panting heavily, as if they had just escaped death.

Immediately afterwards, their eyes all focused on Li Mo'an's back.

His eyes had completely changed.

It was filled with an undeniable sense of awe.

These daredevils, who live on the edge of death, are usually terrified of armed police officers.

But what about Boss Li?

Not only did he remain calm, but he also answered the police fluently, managing to trick them into leaving with his words.

Li Mo'an's calm and collected responses subtly impressed Zhao Zhihai's henchmen.

A henchman with dyed yellow hair swallowed hard.

Thinking to myself, "This is absolutely amazing!"

"If it were me, facing so many police officers, I probably wouldn't even be able to speak properly."

"Boss Li is surprisingly composed; he dismissed the police with just a few words."

"That's mental fortitude! That's what makes someone capable of great things!"

Another burly henchman was also inwardly amazed: "So professional!"

Not only the henchmen, but also Lao Zou and several other plainclothes police officers were amazed.

Old Zou sat on the edge of the sofa and reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

As a seasoned veteran of the anti-drug police force, he knew all too well how dangerous the situation had just been.

If Li Mo'an makes a mistake and triggers a police search, the guns and contraband will be exposed, and a fierce shootout will be inevitable.

But Li Mo'an's performance just now was textbook perfect.

Old Zou was amazed: "I never imagined he could do something like this."

"This ability to handle the situation, this composure under pressure—it's even more professional than a well-trained undercover agent!"

"If this kid had been born a few years earlier, he would definitely be a sharp blade on the anti-drug front."

Everyone in the private room, each with their own thoughts, was completely impressed by this astonishing "professionalism."

Li Mo'an, who was standing in the center of the private room, turned around.

I walked back to the coffee table, picked up a glass of water, and took a sip.

He glanced at everyone, but his expression remained calm.

Actually, that seemingly professional operation before was...

Those rhetoric are just a facade.

Actually, he did intend to use those words to persuade the police officers, but wasn't he just improvising?

As he talked, he realized that this approach might not be able to solve the problem.

Then, a thought struck him, and sensing that the policeman was becoming increasingly suspicious, he changed his strategy.

They started using code words.

As he handed over his documents, he tapped the edge three times rhythmically with his index and middle fingers.

When answering questions, the stress was precisely placed on a few specific words.

With this combination of information, the police officer in charge immediately understood.

He clearly told the police what he was doing.

He was carrying out a secret undercover mission.

This is the real reason why the police didn't investigate further, but simply waved and left after a quick check.

Because we're all on the same side.

The police were obviously playing along with his act.

In other words, despite the seemingly professional rhetoric, Li Mo'an didn't even know what to say next when she said the previous sentence.

It seems like everything is perfectly confidential, but actually, it's just saying whatever comes to mind.

After all, no matter what he says, the police will cooperate.

However, it was tough on the police officer who was acting opposite him; he had just seen the other guy break out in a cold sweat.

And it was at this time...

A crisp system notification suddenly echoed from the depths of my mind.

"Ding!"

"The Super Learning Boost (Police Version) is still in effect!"

"Experience points for undercover skills are maxed out!"

"Congratulations, host! This skill has officially broken through to [Master-level Plus]!"

Upon hearing this voice, Li Mo'an's heart stirred.

Master level plus.

Once that fighting skill reaches this level, its actual combat power is astonishing.

Now, the undercover skills have finally reached this pinnacle.

The system notification tone continued to sound.

This master-level plus level skill also has its own special name in the field of undercover skills.

It's called—The Undercover Dragon Head!

With the breakthrough in skills completed.

Li Mo'an felt a strange change occurring in his body.

If before, his calm demeanor could at least give the impression that he was an unfathomable and ruthless character.

So now he has completely become a true tyrant.

That kind of demeanor emanates from within.

An absolute sense of oppression that truly controls the underground order.

It was as if simply standing here made him the king who issued commands in this dark world.

The system then thoughtfully provided an explanation of the special effects for this title.

"Special effect: Possessing this skill makes it easier to gain the respect and submission of the lowest social scum."

"Those in the dark camp will inevitably become traitors and replace the boss."

Read this effect description.

Li Mo'an stood still, his expression calm.

But my heart clenched violently.

The whole person is not well.

What does it mean to be more likely to gain the respect of the lowest social scum?

He also wants to become a traitor in the dark camp and replace the leader?

If I'm not mistaken.

The job I'm in now is, nominally, that of a police officer!

I was participating in a live-streamed program called "The Light of Righteousness" to experience the life of a police officer.

The description of this special effect is completely inconsistent with the glorious profession of police officers!

This isn't police skills; it's clearly a guide to becoming a mob boss.

He was utterly speechless.

"You damn system, come out here! I promise I won't kill you!"

"I originally thought that coming to the police station would allow me to learn some proper criminal investigation skills."

"First they gave me a skill to challenge others to a fight, and now they've given me the skill to infiltrate a gang."

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

At this time.

Zhao Zhihai sat in the corner of the private room.

Looking at Li Mo'an standing under the light.

I suddenly felt a dry mouth and throat.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty.

Just a moment ago, he sensed that the young man's aura had changed.

It has become more profound and more oppressive.

An overwhelming sense of awe arose uncontrollably within me.

This sense of awe came inexplicably, yet it was incredibly real.

I felt like a nobody facing a real emperor in front of this young man.

They're even losing the courage to look the other person in the eye.

The henchmen around them.

The way he looked at Li Mo'an was no longer that of an ordinary collaborator.

It felt more like watching a real big brother.

For some reason, he felt a sense of closeness with the other person.