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

A day later.

Sanbianpo hinterland.

After a full day of rest.

The group of fan leaders in Yunnan Province have finally washed away the fatigue brought on by their cross-border escape.

The sunlight was extremely bright.

A massive convoy of dozens of off-road vehicles kicked up clouds of yellow dust on the dirt road.

The journey was smooth and unobstructed.

The convoy eventually stopped outside the gates of a heavily guarded manor.

This is the official venue for the fan club leaders' meeting.

The estate covers an astonishingly large area.

The outer stone wall is more than three meters high.

The top of the wall was not only covered with a wire mesh that was connected to high-voltage electricity.

At intervals, machine gun turrets were also built specifically for guard duty.

The gate was wide open.

Both sides were lined with heavily armed mercenaries.

The mercenaries wore various camouflage uniforms, their fingers always resting outside the trigger guard.

His cold gaze swept over everyone who approached the manor.

Nowadays.

A major meeting of fan leaders, which involves the distribution of profits, will be held here.

The car door opened.

Li Mo'an got off the car first.

He was still wearing that ordinary casual jacket today.

He glanced calmly at the manor that exuded a murderous aura.

Old Zou and Yu Zui followed closely behind him.

Further back are Lao Qiang and a group of big fans from Yunnan Province.

We passed through layers of tight security checkpoints.

The group entered a spacious conference hall.

The dome of the hall is extremely high.

A long solid wood conference table is placed in the very center.

at this time.

The various powerful figures have begun to take their seats according to their respective spheres of influence.

The hall was bustling with noise.

Everywhere you look, you hear people talking in different regional accents.

among them.

It's in the frontmost position on the left side of the hall.

Li Mo'an sat imposingly in the armchair.

He has gathered a province's worth of fans around him.

Those outlaws from Yunnan Province, led by Old Gun, stood behind him with cold expressions.

It was a dark, dense mass.

This force was the most conspicuous in the hall.

It could even be described as having a strong visual impact.

Old Zou, sitting diagonally behind Li Mo'an, quietly observed the surrounding terrain.

Looking at the scene before him, Old Zou felt a chill run down his spine.

He spent half his life as a policeman.

But he never dreamed that one day he would be able to participate in such a congress in this capacity.

He tried hard to control his facial muscles, afraid of revealing even the slightest flaw.

and.

At this moment, Li Mo'an was surrounded by more than just these fans from the East.

You should know that these fan leaders in the Sanbianpo area are not exactly benevolent people.

They all have their own deeply entrenched armed forces here.

In order to gain a foothold in this place that devours people without spitting out the bones.

Every major fan leader in Yunnan Province has a large number of thugs employed locally.

then.

After experiencing various events along the way.

With Li Mo'an as the leader.

His forces were completely integrated.

The number is quite large.

Furthermore, these henchmen all carried guns, all of them firearms.

Although those armed personnel were only allowed to be stationed in designated areas outside the manor according to regulations.

But this immense force, forcibly brought together, is still impossible to ignore.

This directly made them the largest force in the entire event, apart from the host warlord.

This is an almost overwhelming numerical advantage.

This drew the attention of the fan leaders from other provinces in the hall.

The several high-ranking officials from the north sitting opposite him whispered among themselves, occasionally glancing at Li Mo'an out of the corner of their eyes.

They dared not underestimate this seemingly overly young Boss Li.

"Those guys in Yunnan used to fight each other to seize territory, and now they're all obediently listening to a young man?"

"Just who is this guy? This guy's aura... we can't afford to mess with him."

Those out-of-province tyrants pondered inwardly, their eyes filled with apprehension.

then.

It's not just these provincial tyrants.

The man sitting in the central seat of the hall also stopped what he was doing.

That was the largest warlord in the area, Chhachai.

Chhay was wearing a green military uniform without rank insignia, and had a horrifying scar on his face.

He was holding a glass of strong liquor.

She also glanced at Li Mo'an a few more times.

Chachai looked at the dark mass of Yunnan provincial forces, and then at Li Mo'an, who sat at the very front with a calm expression.

A hint of apprehension flickered in his eyes.

As a local tyrant, what he fears most is outside forces uniting as one.

This would seriously threaten his absolute pricing power over the entire Sanbianpo supply trade.

"This guy surnamed Li is an unstable factor," Chatchai thought to himself, silently assessing the risks.

Time passed by, second by second.

As the last d owl took his seat.

All personnel have arrived.

This gathering of fan leaders, reeking of money and bloodshed, has officially begun.

however.

There was no polite small talk as I had imagined.

There was no insincere toasting or drinking.

Looking down at the group of "big clients" from the East who had traveled a long way, Chachai wanted to give these various tyrants a taste of their power.

He wanted to re-establish the rules here in the simplest and most direct way.

"Bang!"

Without uttering any unnecessary words, Chachai slammed his hand heavily on the long table in front of him.

A tremendous noise echoed through the hall.

This is like a signal of attack.

wow-

Almost at the same time he slammed his fist on the table.

The dozens of guards standing behind Chhay and around the conference hall reacted instantly.

Dozens of guns were loaded instantly.

The crisp metallic clanging sound was quite jarring in the quiet hall.

The dark muzzles of guns were pointed directly at the various thugs present from all directions.

The air became quiet.

Everyone's breath seemed to catch in their throats for a moment.

Chacha did this.

The objective is very clear.

This is all to get these various tyrants to take a larger share from him.

Not only that.

He also announced a new regulation in a very forceful manner.

"Everyone."

Chachai leaned back in his chair and spoke in a condescending tone.

"This year's harvest is bad, and the brothers still need to eat."

"Therefore, starting today, the price you pay for goods will increase by another level!"

These words were spoken.

The faces of the thugs in the hall all changed.

Up one floor?

This is practically cutting off their flesh!

Cross-border smuggling is already risky, and now they have to cut off another layer of profits. Who can stand that?

Several hot-tempered leaders were about to slam their fists on the table and stand up to object.

but.

But Chachai did not give them a chance to speak.

He glanced around the room with a cold smile, his gaze like that of someone looking at a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

"I'm not discussing this with you, this is a notification."

Chachai exhaled a smoke ring, his voice filled with undisguised murderous intent.

He directly made some harsh remarks.

If they don't comply.

No one will leave this manor today; everyone will lose their lives here.

Faced with this blatant armed extortion.

The entire room fell silent.

In the entire conference hall, even the sound of breathing was deliberately suppressed to the extreme.

Those big fan leaders who usually wield considerable influence in the country were now ashen-faced.

Faced with dozens of loaded rifles.

Nobody dared to provoke this bad luck.

Money is important, but not as important as life.

Old Zou stood behind Li Mo'an, feeling his palms were covered in cold sweat.

As a grassroots police officer, where had he ever seen such a situation where dozens of guns were pointed at his head?

He silently observed the layout of the hall.

He mentally rehearsed the retreat route should the fighting begin.

I was speechless.

"These people really don't follow the rules; they just come up here and flip the table," Old Zou thought to himself.

Yu Zui was also tense.

He tightly protected his right arm, which was in a cast, with his left hand, his eyes wary.

"Is this the law of survival in a lawless land?" Such a thought arose in Yu Zui's mind.

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely oppressive.

Everyone was waiting for the first person to break the deadlock.

At this moment, Chachai's gaze went directly past those minor leaders from other provinces.

It landed on the left side of the hall.

Because Li Mo'an is the most powerful gang leader here.

Catch the thief first to catch the king.

Chachai knew very well that as long as this most powerful force in Yunnan Province was subdued, the others were no threat at all.

The man named Chatchai stood up from the head of the table, holding a pistol.

Footsteps sounded.

He walked step by step towards Li Mo'an.

The muzzle of the gun was pressed down slightly.

Ask Li Mo'an directly what he thinks.

"Boss Li, right?"

Chachai's voice carried a hint of provocation.

"You have the most people under you, and you also take the most goods."

Do you agree to my rule?

Hundreds of eyes were on him.

At this moment, everything was focused on Li Mo'an's face.

Those drug lords from other provinces were all sweating bullets.

They hoped that Li Mo'an could stand up for himself and take the lead in resisting Chachai's oppression.

They were also afraid that if Li Mo'an started fighting with Chachai, it would affect the innocent bystanders and drag them into the firefight as well.

Old Zou and Yu Zui were on tenterhooks.

They were even prepared to overturn tables at any time to use them as cover.

however.

Facing the gun barrel pointed at him.

Li Mo'an sat in the large chair without even changing his posture.

He maintained his calm demeanor.

There was not a trace of panic.

It was as if what was pointed at him wasn't a gun to kill, but a tree branch to guide him.

He wasn't afraid.

"I won't die even if the bomb doesn't explode, so what's the danger if the gun hasn't been fired yet?" This thought popped into his mind.

Moreover, he had his own plans for staying in Sanbianpo.

He wanted to settle scores on this land in place of his two fallen brothers.

If we turn against Chatchai now, these Dongguo fans will definitely scatter like birds and beasts.

It will be difficult to gather them all together and catch them all in one fell swoop by then.

We must stabilize the situation and find an opportunity to eliminate these people and the warlords together.

He slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at Chatchai.

then.

He said it in a very calm tone, in a very understated way:

"I need a day to think about it."

These simple words resonated clearly throughout the hall.

The other provincial leaders in the surrounding areas were all shocked by this answer.

They saw that even the strongest of them, Boss Li, did not yield on the spot when threatened with a gun.

What does this tell us?

This shows that Li Laoda has the backing! It shows that the forces in Yunnan Province are not afraid of this warlord at all!

These seasoned veterans, who have long operated in the gray area, instantly understood the situation before them.

They knew that at this point, they had to stick together and support each other.

We must unite!

If they don't stand with Boss Li now, they'll be at his mercy once Boss Li is dealt with by Chachai.

With Li Mo'an taking the lead.

The tyrants in other provinces seemed to have found their backbone.

then.

They all gritted their teeth and endured the murderous gazes of the mercenaries around them.

They all expressed:

"Like Boss Li, we also need a day to consider this."

"Yes! We need time too!"

A chorus of agreement rose and fell in the hall.

For a moment, the entire hall was filled with voices demanding a postponement for consideration.

These people, even if taken individually, wouldn't be enough to fill a tooth gap.

But now they are all centered around Li Mo'an, and they are gradually gathering into a force that cannot be ignored.

On the back of Chachai's hand, which was gripping the pistol, the veins stood out prominently.

He stared at Li Mo'an, who remained calm, his facial muscles twitching violently.

He knew that today's show of force had been completely ruined by this young man surnamed Li.

If we force a shot, this manor will turn into a meat grinder today.

His business will also go completely undermined.

He could only forcefully suppress the murderous intent in his heart.

He snorted and put the pistol back into its holster.

"Okay, sure."