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

Not long after.

Three-sided slope.

The second floor of the d-Xiao stronghold.

Light streamed through the wooden lattice window frame without glass, casting a slanted beam onto the solid wood floor.

Li Mo'an stood by the window.

He looked down calmly.

Within sight.

The courtyard was bustling with armed henchmen; some were cleaning guns, others were carrying boxes of contraband, and various deadly weapons were piled up in the corners.

The air in this land is filled with the pungent stench of corruption and crime.

Despite witnessing scenes that would terrify ordinary people, Li Mo'an's heart rate remained completely calm.

at least.

He felt that he had a greater sense of danger than his two older brothers.

To know.

His family was known for its many loyal and righteous members.

The honors that my parents and grandparents earned on this land with their youth and passion cannot be erased by time.

Within this vast system, the elders have left behind a level of kinship that ordinary people simply cannot match.

This legacy is enough to protect the family's descendants for a lifetime.

As long as his eldest and second eldest brothers are willing.

They could easily enter any department within the system.

Whether it's going to sit in an office in the safest government compound.

They don't need to risk their lives at all.

Those old comrades and uncles who watched the two brothers grow up will do everything they can to protect and pave the way for them.

Just follow the paved road forward.

They were all able to rely on the legacy of their ancestors to avoid all the storms.

Then, as they accumulate experience, they gradually rise to higher positions.

Ultimately, they become the kind of successful people that are out of reach for ordinary people.

He married, had children, and lived a peaceful life.

but.

Reality has not developed according to this logic of seeking advantage and avoiding harm.

The eldest and second eldest brothers resolutely abandoned all the paved roads ahead.

They shed their crisp, clean clothes and cast aside all the networks of relationships that could have protected them.

Then, he chose to work on the front lines of drug enforcement.

Go and confront those desperate criminals lurking in the shadows, ready to pull the trigger at any moment.

Go and fight those drug dealers to the death, with no way out.

Thinking about these things.

Li Mo'an slowly turned his gaze.

His gaze passed over the makeshift shacks and the armed henchmen, and looked towards the distant, dense forest.

This is the birthplace of evil.

It is also an abyss that has swallowed countless vibrant lives.

he knows.

His eldest and second eldest brothers are buried here.

There is no tombstone, no name.

Only endless wild grass and soil kept me company.

The clock of memory has been quietly turned back.

It was just an ordinary phone call.

The last phone call I made with the two of them was forever left in that summer ten years ago.

Li Mo'an can still clearly remember the scene at that time.

then.

The voice on the other end of the phone was mixed with subtle electrical interference.

The older brother spoke at the same pace as usual, without any hint of anything unusual. He simply reminded him to listen to his elders at home and to eat well.

His second brother grabbed the microphone from the side, jokingly scolded him a couple of times, and told him to stop causing trouble in the compound.

Throughout the call.

Both of them were deliberately creating a relaxed atmosphere.

No details of the mission were revealed.

They didn't even mention leaving the Eastern border.

It was just an ordinary farewell.

But that became a final farewell.

But later...

As he grew up.

He began to look for clues in the topics that his friends and family avoided discussing.

From some fragments of information I know.

Combined with those long-forgotten archival records, as well as the occasional drunken remarks made by Zou Jianguo and other old comrades-in-arms of his father, this led to a deeper understanding of the situation.

He was like a patient jigsaw puzzle player, piecing together the fragmented clues bit by bit.

finally.

He got it.

They realized that the two people had crossed the border back then and must have come to this Sanbianpo area.

'How utterly oblivious to danger must one be to dare venture into the lion's den?' he thought to himself.

he thinks.

Knowing full well that this place was a land of warlordism and tyranny, they still dared to rush in without hesitation.

What is this if not a lack of awareness of danger?

Just as he was lost in thought about the past.

Footsteps sounded on the wooden floor.

"What's wrong, Mo'an?"

Beside him, Zou Jiulong noticed that Li Mo'an seemed to be acting strangely.

The old policeman walked to the window, his gaze filled with a hint of inquiry.

Or.

Since the convoy crossed the border, it has been getting closer and closer to this three-sided slope area.

Li Mo'an's condition is getting increasingly strange.

To know.

Before setting foot on this land.

Previously, Li Mo'an had always given him a very strange feeling.

That kind of unorthodox method that always manages to break the rules with unbelievable means.

Besides that, they're just too carefree.

It's so big it's practically boundless.

In Lao Zou's opinion, this young man seemed to have no idea how to spell the word "danger".

otherwise.

The other party couldn't possibly be playing that big.

A celebrity who was sent here to experience life actually dared to take the role too seriously.

They actually dared to infiltrate the area single-handedly, and herded all the fan leaders from Yunnan Province out like sheep.

They didn't even blink when faced with the inescapable trap set by the Dongguo police.

This audacious behavior led Lao Zou to believe that Li Mo'an was a monster without any emotional fluctuations.

but.

At this moment.

Now, however, the other person carried an inescapable heaviness.

It was a heavy feeling of being oppressed by a huge past, a feeling that one could not let go of.

Hearing Lao Zou's question.

Li Mo'an withdrew his gaze from the dense forest.

He turned his head.

"no."

He spoke slowly.

"I just thought of two guys who lacked sufficient awareness of danger."

Li Mo'an looked at Zou Jiulong calmly.

Hearing this inexplicable statement.

Old Zou was stunned for a moment.

Although Li Mo'an's tone still sounded the same calm and even tone as before.

But I don't know why.

Looking into those clear eyes, Lao Zou sensed a deep sadness in the other person's few words.

It was a kind of sorrow that made one's heart ache slightly.

Therefore, Li Mo'an is now saying that others lack sufficient perception.

At this moment, Lao Zou actually managed to hold back.

He stopped complaining in his mind.

You know, if it were any other time...

Or perhaps it was a few days ago.

Hearing someone cry "stop thief!" is unacceptable.

He must be speechless.

He would definitely complain: "You're the one who led us to this den and became the boss, how dare you say that others lack sufficient perception!"

You're the one who's least perceptive, okay?

But now, Lao Zou just stood there quietly, without refuting anything.

Li Mo'an turned his gaze back to the window.

Li Mo'an said to Zou Jiulong, "Tell those people."

"You don't need to throw a welcome dinner for me today."

I want to rest for a bit.

Old Zou nodded without asking any further questions.

He turned around, tiptoed out of the room, and went downstairs to convey the new boss's orders.

The room returned to silence.

Li Mo'an stood still.

His expression was calm.

In fact...

Those drug dealers partying downstairs had no idea.

Old Zou didn't know either.

The reason he was so audacious was that he went for something big.

He insisted on using the title of the new leader and brought a group of drug dealers to this Sanbianpo.

It was because he thought of his older brothers.

He looked at the distant land covered in poppies and sin.

The bones and blood buried deep in the soil seemed to be calling out to him in silence.

In this world, there are some things that someone has to do.

Some accounts always need to be settled by someone.

after all.

There's a saying: "Brothers fight together, fathers and sons go to war together."

His two older brothers fell on the battlefield.

just now.

It's time for him, the third son, to take the stage.