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

Old Zou leaned against the mottled earthen wall.

The back of my clothes was completely soaked with cold sweat.

The sweat-soaked fabric clung tightly to the skin, bringing a sticky, cool sensation.

Looking at Zhao Zhihai lying unconscious on the ground, he felt as if his heart had been squeezed tightly by a large hand.

His breathing became extremely heavy.

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant.

"It's all over now!" That thought crossed his mind.

His eyes darted rapidly across the yard, trying to find an escape route with even the slightest chance of success.

His gaze swept past the stunned henchmen and landed on the exit of the farmhouse courtyard.

This won't work.

He then looked around.

The high earthen walls surrounding the building were covered with sharp shards of glass to deter thieves.

If you want to forcibly bypass the firewall.

It takes at least three to five seconds.

In those few short seconds, it was enough for the drug dealers in the courtyard, armed with submachine guns, to riddle these plainclothes policemen with bullets.

Old Zou's brain was working at full speed.

The final conclusion was disheartening.

The chances of escaping are zero.

Just as Lao Zou was racking his brains, his palms were covered in slippery sweat.

Li Mo'an, standing next to Zhao Zhihai, made a new move.

He casually tossed the half-brick he used in the crime into a corner of the wall.

He patted the red brick dust off his hands.

He turned his head calmly.

His gaze swept over Lao Zou and his men, who were covered in sweat, and then he glanced at the henchmen standing there dumbfounded.

A hint of confusion flickered in Li Mo'an's eyes.

Why are you all standing there like wooden stakes?

"This efficiency is too low," he muttered to himself.

As a highly proactive person, he felt that the most urgent task at hand was to deal with the unconscious guy on the ground.

Li Mo'an looked in the direction of Lao Zou and spoke in a calm tone.

"What are you standing there for?"

"Tie him up quickly."

"We'll have to take it to the police station later."

These few words were spoken so casually, as naturally as instructing a subordinate to go to the market to buy two cabbages.

however.

These simple words were spoken in this secluded farmhouse courtyard.

But it was tantamount to dropping a bombshell.

Upon hearing this, Lao Zou and the other plainclothes police officers' already tense nerves instantly snapped.

I was completely dumbfounded.

Old Zou stared blankly at Li Mo'an, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

I was speechless.

"Big brother!"

"My dear brother!"

"Even if you want to identify yourself as a police officer, even if you want to close the net, you don't need to say it this way at this time!"

"This yard is full of drug dealers with guns!"

Old Zou, Da Zhang, and several other old friends also looked utterly hopeless, their hands and feet ice-cold.

If you hadn't said you were going to send him to the police station, those thugs might not have realized for a moment that you were there to cause trouble.

Perhaps we can still manage to negotiate and find an excuse to get through this.

Now you've openly stated the words "send to the police station."

Isn't this blatantly exposing our identities?

Isn't this forcing these desperados to immediately draw their guns and start a firefight?

Old Zou closed his eyes in despair, even preparing to pounce on the enemy and fight hand-to-hand.

at the same time.

The henchmen in the courtyard were all dumbfounded.

Bald Ah Guang was wiping the black pistol in his hand.

Upon hearing Li Mo'an's words, the rag in his hand fell to the ground.

My heart was pounding violently in my chest, shaking uncontrollably.

Ah Guang stared wide-eyed at the young man standing in the center of the courtyard.

"Send him to the police station?"

"No way?"

"This guy is the new boss our brother recently submitted to, someone we thought was a top figure in the underworld..."

"He's a cop?!!"

The moment this absurd idea popped into his head, even Ah Guang felt a chill run down his spine.

The thug with dyed yellow hair next to him also gasped.

Huang Mao swallowed hard, his hand trembling involuntarily.

"But......"

"If he's a policeman, this officer is way too arrogant!"

"Our dozen or so armed brothers are still standing here alive!"

"You dare to charge in all by yourself?"

"Did they just throw a brick at our former boss?"

"After assaulting the person, they even brazenly ordered us to tie them up and take them to the police station?"

"This is practically trampling our intelligence underfoot!"

The henchmen's minds were in complete chaos.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was extremely heavy.

The air seemed to turn into solid lead, pressing down on everyone's chest.

Several hot-tempered henchmen had already turned red in the eyes.

Their arm muscles tensed instantly.

His hand instinctively reached for his waist and gripped the gun handle tightly.

His thumb had even popped the safety pin.

At this moment, tensions had truly reached a breaking point.

All it takes is a very slight cough, or an instinctive dodge.

These dozen or so drug dealers would unleash their firepower without hesitation, turning Li Mo'an and Lao Zou into a swarm of bees.

Cold sweat beaded on Old Zou's forehead and dripped down his nose into the dust.

He didn't even dare to wipe it.

but.

Just as those henchmen were preparing to draw their guns, at the crucial moment...

Their movements abruptly stopped.

Because they saw Li Mo'an's eyes.

Those were eyes that showed no sign of panic, and whose expression was extremely calm.

Ah-Guang's fingers gripping the gun handle turned slightly white, and his palms were covered in sweat.

He was intimidated by the ruthless methods that Boss Li had recently displayed.

I remembered that day at the border trade market, how Boss Li miraculously saved Yu Zui.

I recalled the terrifying aura of Boss Li these past few days on the road, an aura that seemed unfathomable and capable of controlling the entire situation at any moment.

more importantly.

If the other party really is a cop, how could they be so calm?

Faced with more than a dozen guns, an ordinary person would have been terrified.

But Li Mo'an, standing before him, actually walked slowly to the water vat next to him, scooped up some water with a ladle, and washed his hands.

This unwavering stance caused a huge wavering in the hearts of the henchmen.

They didn't dare to make any rash moves.

They were all frozen in place, caught in a dilemma.

After washing his hands, Li Mo'an shook off the water droplets.

He turned around and looked at the group of henchmen who were struggling to walk, like statues.

Before he uttered the phrase "send him to the police station," he had already conducted a rigorous logical deduction in his mind.

He knew what these people were worried about.

But he had perfectly valid reasons.

"This old man is too eye-catching."

The sound was gentle and clear, reaching everyone's ears in the quiet courtyard.

"We are now only one step away from the border."

"There are checkpoints and informants everywhere."

"Taking him to the border would be too conspicuous; the police would definitely keep a close watch on us, and then neither of us would be able to leave."

Li Mo'an glanced at Zhao Zhihai lying on the ground, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

"Give him to the cops."

"The cops have caught this big fish and have something to confess, so their attention will naturally be diverted."

"It put the cop's mind at ease."

"Only the rest of us can leave the country unharmed and attend the fan club meeting."

These words were spoken.

The air in the courtyard seemed to thaw instantly.

That explanation was flawless.

Upon hearing this explanation, Ah-Guang's tense nerves instantly relaxed.

The hand gripping the gun handle loosened.

He stood there, his brows furrowed slightly, and began to carefully ponder Li Laoda's words.

This thought has some significance.

His eyes grew brighter and brighter, and a perfect self-transformation loop was completed in his mind.

"I see!"

"Boss Li isn't some lowly cop; he's doing this for the greater good!"

"Old Zhao is a useless person now; having him around is a huge hidden danger."

"Boss Li is sacrificing a pawn to save the king, using the former boss's life to give us brothers a chance to leave the country safely!"

"What ruthless methods, what profound calculations!"

The blond-haired thug next to him also suddenly realized what was going on.

I felt incredibly stupid for doubting Boss Li just now.

"Someone who could come up with such a ruthless scheme as to hand over the former boss to the police as a performance bonus."

"How could they possibly be police officers?"

"Could the police really do something so unethical and heinous?"

"This is clearly a ruthless and unscrupulous tyrant even more cold-blooded than Zhao Zhihai!"

The henchmen were all amazed.

My admiration for Li Mo'an is like a never-ending river.

Ah Guang was the first to take the lead, bowing down with heartfelt admiration.

His tone was filled with fanatical worship.

"The boss is brilliant!"

Followed by.

The dozen or so drug dealers in the courtyard all released their hands from their waists.

They all lowered their heads and shouted in unison.

"The boss is brilliant!"

"Boss Li is so thoughtful!"

"Ah Guang, what are you standing there for? Quickly grab a rope and tie this Zhao guy up tightly for Boss Li!"

Several henchmen quickly found some thick hemp rope, rushed over, and tied the unconscious Zhao Zhihai up like a tightly wrapped dumpling.

At this time.

Old Zou, Da Zhang, and several other plainclothes police officers stood in a corner not far away.

Looking at this surreal scene before me...

They all froze in place.

Old Zou felt that his brain was completely inadequate.

Their worldview was devastatingly impacted.

He stared blankly at the drug traffickers who, one second, were ready to draw their guns and fight to the death, and the next second were grateful to Li Mo'an and even offered to help him kidnap people.

I was utterly speechless.

"This actually works?!"

Old Zou looked at Li Mo'an, who stood with his hands behind his back and a calm expression.

My mind was in turmoil.

He had been a policeman his whole life and had seen many undercover agents.

But I've never seen an undercover agent who could so thoroughly disregard the logic of both the underworld and the enemy, and completely refute the logic of both sides.

He swallowed hard, inwardly exclaiming how awesome it was.

Li Mo'an looked at Zhao Zhihai, who was tied up.

He ignored the henchmen's flattery and Lao Zou's shock.

He took his phone out of his pocket.

Slide your finger across the screen.

Then, I made a phone call.