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

This moment.

Yu Zui felt as if all the air in his chest cavity had been instantly sucked out.

The fingers of the left hand, which were rhythmically tapping on the rough plaster surface, suddenly froze in mid-air.

My fingertips trembled slightly.

His heart contracted sharply for a second, and then seemed to stop beating completely.

The blood stopped flowing.

The previously noisy sounds of the campfire, the boasting of the drug dealers, and the chirping of insects in the summer night forest all seemed to be completely shut out by some invisible force at this moment.

All that remained in my ears was a sharp, tinnitus sound.

This is not an exaggerated feeling, but rather an instinctive defensive reaction of the body's physiological functions when a person suffers extreme terror.

Yu Zui swallowed hard.

My Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty, bringing a dry, stinging pain.

He didn't turn around immediately.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I simply can't.

Every muscle and nerve in the body was resisting the movement.

What is he doing here?

When did he arrive?

A thought popped into Yu Zui's mind, and after a brief blank, his brain began to work frantically.

As an undercover agent, his vigilance was ingrained in his very being.

Before choosing this large tree as the communication location, he had repeatedly confirmed that this area was an absolute security blind spot.

Moreover, for the first minute or so after he started typing the password, his senses were fully engaged.

No footsteps approached.

There was no sound of leaves being crushed underfoot.

There is no air disturbance caused by breathing.

This person simply appeared out of thin air, crossing dozens of meters, passing through the invisible cordon he had set up, and standing behind him.

He even put his hand on his shoulder!

This chilling stealth ability completely exceeded Yu Zui's understanding of the limits of human capability.

Cold sweat seeped from my forehead, layer after layer.

It slid down the contours of her cheeks, dripping into her collar, leaving the back of her shirt clinging damply to her skin.

He struggled to control his trembling legs.

The muscles in my neck are tight, and there is a dry, gritty feeling between my joints.

Yu Zui could only turn his neck little by little, following the direction of the hand resting on his shoulder.

Its movements were as slow as a rusty gear that had been worn for many years.

Above, the dense foliage swayed gently in the wind.

Sparse moonlight filtered through the gaps, dappling the person behind them.

The gaze gradually rises.

From that ordinary casual jacket to her slender neck.

finally.

Yu Zui saw that face clearly.

It was a young face with well-defined features.

Even in such dim lighting, you can still clearly see the distinctive expression on the other person's face.

His expression was calm.

It's a pure, tranquil feeling, like someone taking a walk after dinner.

Who else could it be but Li Mo'an, the big brother who led this group of drug traffickers across the border?

The two stood face to face in the shadows a few dozen meters away from the campfire camp.

Yu Zui's eyes widened slightly in extreme shock.

His breathing became extremely heavy.

Looking at that face, he felt a chill run straight to the top of his head.

If other drug dealers had discovered him transmitting the message, they would probably have drawn their guns or pounced on him with ferocious expressions and pinned him to the ground by now.

But Li Mo'an did not.

He stood there quietly, without even changing the rhythm of his breathing.

The more the other party acts this way, the more Yu Zui's fear grows wildly.

This is a one-sided psychological crushing effect brought about by information asymmetry.

From the perspective of the sinner, Li Mo'an's calmness at this moment represents absolute control.

"He knows everything."

Yu Zui's heart began to pound wildly again, as if it were about to burst out of his chest.

He recalled what Li Mo'an had just said.

"No, you little rascal, you're using Sherlock Holmes again... no, I mean, Morse code again?"

His tone was relaxed and casual, even carrying a hint of joking.

But this is precisely the most despairing part.

Is it a joke that someone can sneak up behind an undercover agent without them noticing and know exactly what the agent is doing, sending Morse code?

of course not.

This is a playful game of cat and mouse.

It is the undisguised composure and contempt of a top-tier tycoon when facing prey that has already fallen into a trap.

Moreover, the other party had mentioned it once before.

Yu Zui's feelings were extremely complex.

Just moments before, by the campfire in the camp, he looked at Li Mo'an surrounded by people, his heart filled with gratitude.

After all, it was this man who single-handedly pulled him out of the police's encirclement in a dead-end alley in the urban village.

Deep down, he had already come to regard the other person as a loyal and righteous older brother worthy of following.

He still felt deep guilt and pain for having to betray the other party.

But now.

This gratitude and guilt were shattered in the face of cruel reality.

Instead, a deep sense of self-doubt arose.

"Was this all a setup from the very beginning?"

All sorts of terrifying speculations uncontrollably surfaced in Yu Zui's mind.

"He saved me in the urban village, not out of any sense of chivalry!"

"He saw right through me!"

"He deliberately kept me by his side, deliberately let me move with the main force, and even deliberately gave me the opportunity to send a message at this time."

"Is he using me to pass false information to the police? Or does he simply want to torment me and enjoy my self-righteous, ridiculous performance?"

Once these thoughts arise, they can no longer be suppressed.

Looking at Li Mo'an, who always had a calm expression, Yu Zui was speechless.

He increasingly felt that this man was unfathomable.

Beneath that seemingly harmless exterior lies a terrifying being with a mind as sharp as a demon and ruthless methods.

Looking back on those experiences where he led them to evade the police's long-range manhunt, it only fills one with horror.

How could someone who can manipulate the entire drug enforcement system of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department be an ordinary drug lord easily swayed by emotions?

I was so naive to think that the other person was a good person.

It's utterly ridiculous.

Cold sweat had completely soaked through Yu Zui's underwear.

He swallowed hard.

"I've been exposed!"

What should I do?

Yu Zui's pupils contracted slightly.

His survival instinct prompted him to start looking for a way out of the predicament.

His left hand remained suspended in mid-air, just centimeters away from his right arm, which was in a cast.

If he's willing.

He can suddenly erupt.

As a former top student in combat at the police academy, even with a broken right arm, his explosive power should not be underestimated.

He can use his left elbow to strike directly at the opponent's throat or temple.

They could even shout for help, attracting the unsuspecting drug dealers in the camp, creating chaos and taking the opportunity to escape.

Countless counterattack plans quickly took shape in his mind.

He tried to tense his thigh muscles, looking for a fulcrum to exert force.

This is an extreme trade-off between fighting to the death and surrendering.

however.

When his gaze met Li Mo'an's eyes again, all thoughts of retaliation crumbled instantly.

There was still no emotion in those eyes.

Li Mo'an just watched him quietly, her hands even casually in her coat pockets.

A posture without any defense.

It's full of flaws.

But in the eyes of sin, this is clearly the most perfect defense.

He recalled how Li Mo'an had strolled leisurely amidst gunfire at the border trade market.

He recalled how the other party had so easily taken down those heavily armed border police.

What's the difference between my fighting skills and a three-year-old's punch?

If we take action now.

Before his left hand could even touch the other person's clothes, his neck would probably be snapped.

The odds of winning are zero.

Zero outright.

Calling for help is even more foolish.

The drug dealers in the camp now obey Li Mo'an's every word and treat him with the utmost reverence.

If he shouted it out, Li Mo'an wouldn't even need to lift a finger; those fanatical henchmen would hack him to death and then rush to curry favor with the new boss.

run away?

Standing in this unfamiliar primeval jungle, outside was the pitch-black night.

How far can someone with a disabled right arm run?

I was speechless.

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside me.

He gave up resistance because of the crime.

The shoulders, which had been taut to the extreme, slowly slumped down.

His left hand, which had been suspended in mid-air, fell limply to his side.

he knows.

His undercover career, and even his life, will come to an end tonight, under this big tree.

He closed his eyes, awaiting the command to pronounce the final verdict.

Perhaps they simply twisted his neck.

Perhaps they called for someone to come and drown him in the river.

'No, the situation can't be that bad, otherwise he wouldn't be acting this way,' he thought to himself.

And at this time,

"You're an undercover agent, aren't you?" Li Mo'an's next question followed immediately.

The sound was not loud, and was mostly drowned out by the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves in the distance.

But it stayed in the mind of the undercover agent.

But it was no less than a thunderclap from a clear sky.

At that moment, Yu Zui felt the world around him become completely quiet.