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

Inside another farmhouse courtyard.

With Zhao Zhihai, the biggest obstacle, completely removed and sent away as a gift.

Li Mo'an officially took over.

He naturally became the new leader of this drug trafficking gang.

In a corner of the yard, several henchmen were organizing the supplies and equipment on the off-road vehicle.

They occasionally turned their heads.

Their eyes were filled with deep awe as they looked at Li Mo'an.

In this dog-eat-dog underworld, whoever has the toughest methods is king.

And in the shadows under the eaves.

Yu Zui leaned against the mottled earthen wall.

His right arm was in a thick cast.

That was an arm I accidentally injured when I was surrounded by police in an abandoned demolition area.

at this time.

He bowed his head in remorse.

His eyes shifted constantly in the dim light.

His left hand fingers seemed to be tapping unconsciously on the hard plaster surface.

"clatter."

"clatter."

"clatter."

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

Li Mo'an turned his head.

He glanced at Yu Zui calmly.

"Stop knocking."

Li Mo'an appeared calm, but inwardly he was speechless.

"Anyone who didn't know better would think you were typing Morse code to tip off the police."

As soon as those words were spoken...

The air in the courtyard became quiet.

The henchmen who were tidying up their long guns and short cannons all stopped what they were doing.

All eyes turned to Yu Zui.

Yu Zui's action of tapping the plaster cast froze instantly.

His expression froze.

My heart skipped a beat.

Cold sweat trickled down his back, bringing a slippery, cool sensation.

He stared blankly at Li Mo'an.

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

The henchmen around him glanced at Yu Zui, then at Boss Li, who remained calm.

They did not suspect that Yu Zui was indeed an undercover agent.

In their view, this was simply the new boss using a mysterious and unpredictable method to intimidate his subordinates and establish his authority.

Bald A-Guang even grinned.

I think Boss Li is really brilliant; even his jokes are so intimidating.

Faced with such a gaze, Yu Zui could only swallow hard, chuckle dryly, and quickly put his left hand back into his pocket.

Time passed by, second by second.

While the henchmen were busy...

Old Zou looked around.

He had been squatting in the corner smoking, but now he threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out with the sole of his shoe.

He stood up and dusted off his trousers.

She tiptoed and quietly approached Li Mo'an.

As a veteran police officer who has spent most of his life working at the grassroots level.

Old Zou's professional habits gave him an extremely keen sense of the situation.

He realized that this was the perfect time to close the net.

Zhao Zhihai, the most dangerous leader, has been dealt with.

The remaining henchmen, although armed, now all obeyed Li Mo'an's every word.

Old Zou mentally rehearsed the entire process.

Now that we've subdued these dozen or so henchmen, all we need to do is notify the police here to bring reinforcements.

In this remote village, it's like catching a turtle in a jar—there's absolutely no way it can escape.

This is the safest approach.

Old Zou took a deep breath.

He lowered his voice and asked in a volume that only the two of them could hear.

"Boss Li."

"What should we do next?"

The words had barely left his mouth.

Old Zou himself was stunned for a moment.

His lips twitched.

He himself did not realize that he had been subtly influenced.

He, a dignified veteran police officer from Dongda University, actually addressed the other party as "Boss Li" without thinking.

It's only been a few days.

It hasn't been long since I left that downtown police station.

Old Zou was speechless.

All I can say is that Li Mo'an is truly an eerie person.

Even this determined veteran policeman was unknowingly led astray.

Old Zou shook his head, banishing these absurd thoughts from his mind.

He continued to lower his voice and explained his plan.

"Should we take this opportunity to wipe out all the other drug traffickers in Zhao Zhihai's gang?"

"Then."

"Give them a note... oops, no, I mean a cop, no, anyway, just arrest them."

The more Lao Zou talked, the more he felt that the plan was feasible.

From Lao Zou's professional perspective, this was a flawless plan.

The leader was arrested.

The remaining henchmen can be subdued instantly once the police arrive.

This undercover mission can now be successfully concluded.

They could also go back immediately and end these anxious days.

Old Zou rubbed his hands together slightly.

He looked at Li Mo'an expectantly, waiting for the other party to nod in agreement.

however.

Li Mo'an showed no excitement after hearing these words.

He shook his head calmly.

The movements were small, but the attitude was very firm.

He turned his head and looked at Old Zou, whose face was full of expectation.

"No, no."

Li Mo'an uttered these four words in a calm tone.

His thought process was completely different from Lao Zou's.

Do one job, and then another.

In his view.

My current identity is that of an undercover leader.

Now that he has successfully taken over the team and become the new leader.

So attending that so-called fan leader conference is his main activity going forward.

If we arrest these thugs now...

Those fan club meetings will definitely be much bigger events. Without these henchmen as bodyguards, how can he attend the meetings?

It's certainly illogical for a commander to attend a meeting all by himself.

Old Zou was stunned.

The expectation on his face froze instantly.

He looked at Li Mo'an with a puzzled expression.

My brain is working at lightning speed.

He tried to understand the young man's thoughts.

Why not close the net?

"Does he have some deeper plan?"

Old Zou mentally tried to find all sorts of plausible excuses for Li Mo'an.

Followed by.

Li Mo'an then uttered the words that completely shocked Lao Zou.

"We still have to attend the fan club meeting."

Li Mo'an's expression was calm, and his tone carried an air of matter-of-fact.

"Let's wipe them all out."

"We can't get into those places where fan leaders hold their meetings."

These words reached Lao Zou's ears.

Old Zou's heart skipped a beat.

My brain went blank for a moment.

He stared blankly at Li Mo'an.

For a moment, I didn't know how to react.

No?

What the heck?

Are you really going to the fan club meeting?