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

"Of course I'm from the Mushroom House."

The morning light pierced through the thick tropical broad-leaved forest, casting dappled shadows.

Li Mo'an walked in the middle of the group, his steps steady.

But he was murmuring to himself.

As he murmured this to himself, his gaze swept across his surroundings.

Those drug traffickers from Yunnan Province were cautiously clearing the way ahead, some even taking the initiative to use machetes to cut through the thorns blocking their path, for fear of hurting the hem of the new boss's clothes.

Old Gun even handed over a water bottle with great enthusiasm, his face full of ingratiating smiles.

Li Mo'an calmly accepted the kettle.

He looked at the desperate men around him who were so respectful and obedient to him, but he maintained a detached and clear-headed perspective.

Here, he is the respected Boss Li.

In this lawless and chaotic place, he did indeed thrive.

However, Li Mo'an was not blinded by this illusion of power.

He was well aware of his true identity.

Ultimately.

I am a regular guest on "Mushroom House".

Now, leading this group of drug dealers across mountains and valleys is also part of "Mushroom House Special: The Light of Righteousness".

(Wang Yuzheng: No need)

at this point.

He remembered it all clearly from beginning to end.

Since we're here to record a program, our job is naturally to ensure the collection of materials.

The filming schedule is the most important thing.

Thinking about this...

Li Mo'an turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on a spot not far to his side.

He lowered his voice and asked Yue Xiaopeng, his personal photographer who had been closely following behind him.

"Little Yueyue, did you capture that scene on camera?"

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

Hearing the question.

The chubby, usually quite endearing Yue Yunpeng immediately nodded frantically, like he was pounding garlic.

"Uh-huh!"

He nodded and patted his chest.

Hidden behind the second button of Yue Yunpeng's multi-pocket vest is a tiny, inconspicuous button-shaped camera.

This was a concealed device that was specially replaced when we were at the police station in the city center, in order to avoid attracting attention.

Li Mo'an calmly withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward.

That's right. In fact, Yue Xiaopeng, the photographer who didn't have a strong presence, had been with his team all along.

He persisted in his filming mission, and even when faced with various dangerous situations, he was trembling with fear but never considered backing down. This stemmed from his naturally carefree personality.

As long as the machine was running, he felt he was just an observer and recorder.

At this time.

Stepping on the slippery fallen leaves, Yue Yunpeng recalled the ups and downs of his journey and felt a chill run down his spine.

From the initial street brawl outside the Construction Bank to the later feigned compliance within the Party's headquarters.

Then...

Finally, there was the terrifying night I spent hiding from the special police last night.

The cold sweat on his forehead hadn't dried since the moment he set off.

but.

Despite his extreme fear, Yue Yunpeng felt an irrepressible surge of excitement.

Blood is flowing faster in the blood vessels.

Because he knew very well just how much explosive material was stored in the button-shaped camera on his chest.

Regardless of Li Mo'an's legendary experience of replacing Zhao Zhihai.

It's still a thrilling scene of venturing into the lion's den and becoming sworn brothers with those vicious tyrants.

These are absolutely forbidden zones that no other photographer in the industry can ever touch in their entire career!

For a photographer.

This was undoubtedly the pinnacle of his career.

While touching the button camera on his chest, Yue Yunpeng began to indulge in wild fantasies in his mind.

He recalled how, when he had thrown bricks outside the Construction Bank, he had only dared to hope that the footage would be censored and broadcast on a local TV station's legal program.

But now it's different.

Yue Yunpeng thinks that these top-secret shots he filmed might just get featured on CCTV's legal program!

The image has even appeared in my mind.

The prime time slot on CCTV-1.

The host, with his deep and resonant voice, recounted this thrilling undercover operation.

What was playing on the screen was a first-person perspective shot by Yue Yunpeng himself.

Even for the sake of confidentiality, his image in the video needs to be heavily pixelated, and his voice needs to be altered.

But that's a CCTV program!

As long as it airs, my life will have been worthwhile!

Thinking about this...

Yue Yunpeng was so excited that his face flushed and his breathing became rapid.

"Maybe this time, I'll even get my own page in the family tree," he murmured, his voice filled with barely suppressed elation.

Because of excessive mental excitement.

His whole body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

but.

while walking.

I don't know why.

In the trembling caused by extreme excitement, he also felt a chill creeping into his bones.

The muscles in my limbs began to ache and my steps became heavier and heavier, as if I were walking on cotton.

"Maybe it's a side effect of being too excited and having too much adrenaline?" Such a thought popped into his mind.

Just then.

Li Mo'an, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped.

"Little Yueyue, you really are a man." Li Mo'an said.

Hearing this praise.

Yue Xiaopeng was stunned for a moment, then felt a surge of joy.

He naturally assumed that the other party was praising his extraordinary courage for daring to bring the machine and follow this group of ruthless drug traffickers all the way here.

He was about to puff out his chest and say a few words of modesty.

however.

Li Mo'an's next words, however, made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"But there's a question I've been wanting to ask you."

Li Mo'an's tone remained completely calm, "You've been shot for so long, haven't you even considered getting it bandaged?"

As soon as those words were spoken...

Yue Xiaopeng, who was initially feeling smug, was completely dumbfounded.

The smile on his face froze instantly.

Shot?

Who got shot?

He followed Li Mo'an's gaze blankly, then stiffly lowered his head like a rusty machine.

Then.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

As far as the eye could see, the outside of his thigh, which had originally been covered in khaki overalls, was now stained a dark red with blood.

At the edge of the ripped trouser leg, a stream of bright red blood was gushing out, flowing down his calf and into his heavy hiking boots.

original.

He was shot when he was being fiercely pursued by Lei's team on the riverbank.

To know.

Although Captain Lei deliberately exposed their weaknesses as they left.

However, the police officers below, unaware of the truth, were firing blindly to suppress the enemy.

In the chaos, he was unfortunately shot.

It was just the extreme panic of fleeing for one's life at the time, coupled with the extreme excitement of later dreaming of appearing on CCTV.

This caused his brain to directly block the signal transmission of pain receptors.

Until this moment.

After Li Mo'an pointed it out.

That psychological defense, woven from euphoria, collapsed instantly.

It was only then that Yue Xiaopeng's overexcited mind belatedly came to understand everything.

It turns out that my violent trembling just now wasn't due to excitement at all.

It hurts terribly!

The bone-chilling coldness is also due to excessive blood loss causing a loss of body temperature!

With the visual impact, the suppressed pain nerves finally reconnected.

A dull, tearing pain shot from my thigh straight to my head.

In that instant, intense fear completely drained all the remaining strength from his body.

Yue Yunpeng's lips were deathly pale, and cold sweat mixed with mud and water streamed down his face.

He spoke haltingly, his voice trembling with tears.

"It's over... I'm finished... I'm going to die."

The voice just fell.

His eyes rolled back, he lost his balance, and fell straight down onto the ground covered with decaying leaves.

Li Mo'an reacted quickly and caught him.

Looking at Yue Yunpeng, whose eyes were closed, in his arms.

Li Mo'an spoke calmly.

"Stop pretending. That shot just grazed your thigh. It looked scary, but it was nothing special."

Upon hearing this...

Just moments ago, Yue Yunpeng, who was preparing to die a glorious death and possessed a strong comedic talent, twitched his eyelids.

He quietly opened one eye, his gaze filled with deep confusion.

"Um, is that...so?"