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

Li Mo'an took out his phone from his pocket.

Slide your finger across the screen.

His expression was calm.

He casually flipped through his contacts as if nothing had happened.

"Now that Zhao Zhihai has decided to pass this huge burden to the police, we need to quickly arrange for someone to take over."

"I should also let my family know I'm safe."

He found the familiar number and dialed it directly.

at this time.

Inside the CEO's office of Jiaxing Entertainment in Shanghai.

Several days have passed since Li Mo'an completely severed contact and infiltrated the D gang.

Yang Mi sat behind a large desk.

She looked extremely haggard.

Her eyes showed deep fatigue, and her usually well-maintained skin had lost its luster.

She hasn't had a good night's sleep in the past few days.

I spend every day in fear and anxiety.

Whenever she has a moment of free time, the brutal scenes from those police and gangster movies uncontrollably pop into her mind.

"Has Mo'an already been exposed?"

"Won't he be tortured beyond recognition by those ruthless drug traffickers?"

"Or, has it already been targeted by the authorities?" This thought crossed her mind.

Various terrible speculations were swirling in her mind.

This left her with no energy left to even handle company documents.

Just when she was frowning and upset.

My personal cell phone, which was lying beside me, suddenly started vibrating violently.

The shrill ringtone rang out in the quiet office.

Yang Mi was startled.

My gaze immediately fell on the flickering screen.

The moment she saw the caller ID, her breath caught in her throat.

That's Li Mo'an's number!

She reached out her hand, her fingers trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Overwhelmed with excitement and nervousness, I swiped the screen several times before finally pressing the answer button.

He pressed the phone tightly against his ear.

"Mo'an?"

Yang Mi's voice trembled noticeably and revealed an undisguised urgency.

There was even a hint of a sob in her voice.

"Is that you?"

"Where are you now? Are you safe?!"

She fired off a barrage of questions, as if afraid the call would be cut off if she hesitated even a second longer.

In the courtyard of a remote border village.

Li Mo'an listened to the anxious voice coming from the receiver.

Weiwei moved the phone a little further away to avoid hurting her ears from the vibration.

His expression remained calm.

"It's me, Auntie."

His tone was calm and even, without any fluctuation.

"I'm perfectly safe here, nothing's happened."

I heard that steady and powerful voice.

Yang Mi's heart, which had been hanging in her throat, finally settled back into her stomach.

I felt my tense nerves relax considerably.

But then, Li Mo'an's words caused her blood pressure to spike again.

Li Mo'an looked at Zhao Zhihai lying on the ground.

Thinking that the journey ahead was still long, carrying such a big person would be a real burden.

He calmly and methodically made arrangements over the phone.

"Auntie, please contact Captain Chen right away."

"Tell them that I have taken control of that big-time drug lord, Zhao Zhihai."

"Have them contact the local police to receive the goods..."

Li Mo'an reported the phone's location coordinates that he had just checked.

These few words were spoken lightly.

It's as natural as ordering an item online and having a courier pick it up at a designated location.

On the other end of the phone.

Yang Mi was instantly dumbfounded.

He stood there, holding his phone, his mouth slightly agape.

My brain completely shut down.

What's going on?

"It actually succeeded?!" The thought crossed her mind.

When she answered the phone, she thought it was Li Mo'an who had finally managed to escape from a drug dealer's momentary lapse and was calling for help.

She was even prepared to immediately notify the police to conduct a thorough search and rescue operation in the border forest.

What's the result now?

That cheap nephew is not only unharmed.

They even managed to arrest that notorious drug lord who was giving the provincial authorities a huge headache?

Do they really need the police to "collect the goods"?

This is absolutely outrageous!

After a brief moment of extreme shock.

Yang Mi then breathed a long sigh of relief.

Her eyes were slightly red.

The worries, fears, and pressures that had been building up inside me were finally released at this moment.

She spoke into the phone, tears welling up in her eyes.

I couldn't help but start scolding them loudly.

"You brat!"

"Can you please stop worrying me like this!"

"Do you know how I've been these past few days?"

After finishing the rant.

The concern of elders once again took the lead.

Yang Mi began to frantically imagine those tragic scenes in her mind.

"Mo'an ventured alone deep into the enemy's lair."

"Every day I face those vicious thugs, and I have to outwit and outmaneuver them, terrified that a single wrong word will get me killed."

"He probably won't be able to sleep well, and he won't be able to eat enough."

How much suffering has he endured during this time?

"Mo'an, you must have suffered a lot while you were inside, right?" Yang Mi asked with concern.

yard.

Li Mo'an listened to her aunt's words, which were full of maternal love.

He was about to habitually reply with "It's nothing."

But a memory immediately flashed through my mind.

When thousands of bombs were unearthed in Mushroom Village, my aunt called to ask if I was alright.

He casually said that he was fine.

As a result of this blunt truth, my aunt didn't realize immediately that she was digging for a bomb.

When the truth came out, he was not only blamed, but also severely criticized for not understanding social etiquette.

This time, he decided to learn from his mistake.

"I can't keep saying it's nothing." That thought crossed his mind.

"I have to go along with her emotions to show how hard I've worked and avoid getting scolded again."

I've made up my mind.

Li Mo'an extended his free hand.

He touched his belly, which had gained a few pounds due to the good food he had been eating lately.

These days, he's been staying in the presidential suite of the most luxurious star-rated hotel and eating expensive delicacies.

Every day, besides eating, drinking, and having fun, he just watches his henchmen treat him with utmost respect.

They didn't have to endure any hardship or sleep outdoors; their lives were incredibly comfortable.

but.

Li Mo'an cleared his throat and coughed twice.

He spoke calmly into the phone, but his tone betrayed a hint of weariness and despair.

"Yes, Auntie."

"I've suffered a lot during this period."

"I live in constant fear every day, and I can't even eat."

Old Zou, who was not far away, heard this.

Looking at Li Mo'an's rosy complexion and his noticeably rounder chin.

Then watch him lie without batting an eye.

I was speechless.

Old Zou pursed his lips, truly admiring the young man's mental fortitude.

And Yang Mi on the other end of the phone.

Hearing Li Mo'an admit that he had suffered.

I couldn't hold back any longer.

Tears of worry welled up in her eyes and fell like tiny pearls.

"Good child, I'm sorry you had to go through this."

"Once this is all over, your aunt will definitely make it up to you when you come back."

"Is it proper compensation?" Li Mo'an suddenly asked.

The two chatted casually for a couple more minutes over the phone.

Then, he hung up the phone.

Yang Mi stared at the blacked-out phone screen.

She reached out and pulled out a tissue, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

I let out a long sigh of relief, feeling a sense of peace I had never felt before.

She thought the notorious drug lord had been caught and was under control.

This means the undercover mission has been successfully completed.

All the thrills and anxieties are finally coming to an end.

Thinking of this, Yang Mi didn't dare to delay for a moment.

He immediately picked up the landline on the table, ready to contact Captain Chen of the Anti-Drug Squad and report the detailed location coordinates.

So that the police can take the culprit away as soon as possible and let his nephew return to the team soon.

In that remote farmhouse courtyard on the border.

Li Mo'an put his phone back in his pocket.

Old Zou looked at him, thinking that he could finally go back to the police station with the rest of the team to report for duty.

however.

A henchman named Ah Guang, who had been waiting nearby, saw that Boss Li had finished his phone call.

He immediately approached respectfully.

A-Guang glanced at Zhao Zhihai, who lay on the ground like a dead dog, and then at Li Mo'an, whose face remained calm.

He bowed slightly and spoke in a tone of inquiry:

"Boss, we've taken care of that obstacle surnamed Zhao."

"The rest of the brothers are all ready."

"When are we leaving the country to attend that fan club convention?"