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

The night breeze blows through the farmhouse courtyard.

It brings a touch of humid heat.

The air was filled with the mixed smell of soil and surrounding weeds.

Faced with Lao Zou's question, "Aren't you afraid?"

Li Mo'an slowly turned his head.

A hint of genuine doubt flashed in those clear eyes.

He didn't answer immediately, but frowned slightly.

My gaze lingered for a few seconds on Lao Zou's face, which was covered in fine beads of sweat and etched with tension.

Li Mo'an was genuinely puzzled.

Looking at Lao Zou, I couldn't quite understand what this experienced old policeman was worried about.

"What are you afraid of?"

Li Mo'an blinked.

His tone was very natural, without any pretense or attempt to conceal anything, and even carried a hint of self-righteousness in his question.

"It's just attending a fan club convention, isn't it?"

The words spread throughout the quiet courtyard.

It reached Lao Zou's ears.

Old Zou's already throbbing temples throbbed even more violently.

His lips twitched violently.

I was utterly speechless.

In this young man's words, it was a lawless place teeming with drug lords and rampant private armed groups.

To attend a sinister conference that determines the distribution of countless illicit profits.

It's as easy and carefree as saying, "It's just going to the market to buy a cabbage."

Old Zou opened his mouth.

The Adam's apple moves up and down.

He wanted to use his experience of working his way up from the bottom for most of his life to give this naive young man a proper lesson in the harsh realities of life abroad.

He wanted to tell the other party that there were no laws or bottom lines in that place called Sanbianpo.

Those warlords who would draw their guns and kill at any time for their own benefit were definitely not street thugs who could be fooled by sheer audacity.

That place is a true abyss, a den of demons that devour people without spitting out their bones.

Even the slightest flaw could lead to these plainclothes police officers, who aren't even armed, being left forever in the mud of a foreign land.

These words churned in Lao Zou's chest, eager to be spoken.

however.

The sound in his throat hadn't even had a chance to escape.

Li Mo'an's next words abruptly cut off his throat.

Li Mo'an looked at Old Zou's face, which was flushed red.

His expression was calm.

He didn't make any alarmist claims; he simply asked a soul-searching question with a sense of bewilderment.

"Aren't we police officers?"

Li Mo'an asked in a calm tone, puzzled.

"You should be afraid..."

"It's them!"

As soon as those words were spoken...

The air in the entire farmhouse courtyard became quiet.

Even the chirping of insects seemed to freeze at that moment.

These words directly pierced through the fear and confusion in Lao Zou's heart.

Old Zou stood there, frozen in place.

His pupils contracted sharply, his gaze fixed on Li Mo'an's calm face.

His open mouth froze, unable to utter a sound for a long time.

After a brief but complete brain shutdown.

I started to frantically and repeatedly chew on this simple phrase.

"yes!"

"We're police officers!"

"When did the police start to be afraid of criminals?"

Old Zou asked himself this question over and over again.

He recalled the exhilaration he felt more than 20 years ago when he first put on that police uniform and stood under the police badge to take the oath.

Back then, he dared to charge at thugs with knives bare-handed, never feeling any fear.

Because he knew that good will always prevail over evil.

But as I've grown older, I've seen more and more darkness.

Concerns are also increasing.

Faced with unknown dangers and powerful foreign tyrants, his first reaction was to retreat and fear.

He even forgot the most fundamental confidence that the identity of a police officer gave him.

Cat catching mouse.

This is a matter of course.

How can a cat be so scared before it even sets off into a mouse's den?

It wasn't just Lao Zou.

In the shadows not far away.

Zhang, who was crouching next to the tires of the SUV, also heard this.

His legs, which had been trembling with fear, suddenly found a strange strength.

Da Zhang stared blankly in Li Mo'an's direction.

He felt as if his heart, which had been pounding wildly in his throat, had been injected with a powerful stimulant.

"That kid."

"That actually makes a lot of sense!" Zhang thought to himself.

He took a deep breath, and his trembling hands gradually clenched into fists.

Old Liu, who was standing next to him, also stopped rubbing his sore calves.

Old Liu slowly straightened up.

He looked at the young man standing tall and straight in the dim light, his eyes slightly reddening.

These are the grassroots police officers.

Originally, the mission was simply to capture Zhao Zhihai, but now they have been unexpectedly drawn into this transnational case.

They were afraid, they hesitated, they felt they were going to their deaths.

But Li Mo'an's words directly negated the rationality of their fear at its very root.

It swept away the gloom in their hearts.

Old Zou's mindset underwent a complete transformation at that moment.

He looked at Li Mo'an.

Looking into those eyes that remained calm and clear.

Old Zou was completely convinced.

He originally thought Li Mo'an was a clueless idiot with a distorted mind.

But now, he has completed a perfectly self-consistent set of logic on his own.

In his view, good and evil are irreconcilable, and the police are the nemesis of criminals—a pure belief that requires no conditions to be attached!

What a lofty level of thought this is!

Old Zou's chest heaved violently.

The initial silence, anxiety, and fear vanished in that instant.

Instead, a strong wave of admiration followed.

The admiration surged in his chest like waves, making him feel his blood boiling.

He took a deep breath.

I feel like I've lived most of my life, witnessed countless storms, and handled all sorts of complex cases.

in the end.

My own level of awareness is actually lower than that of a young person who has just come here to experience life!

Look at their level of sophistication.

Look at their courage and sense of responsibility, remaining calm even when faced with a collapsing mountain.

Old Zou clenched his fists.

His back, which had been slightly hunched due to fear, straightened up completely without him even realizing it.

He looked at the calm-faced young man in front of him.

The sense of tragic impending sacrifice that I felt was replaced by a firm sense of mission.

indeed.

Criminals should be afraid of the police!

However, what they didn't know was...