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

After Chachai finished speaking, he agreed.

That heated fan meeting has been temporarily put on hold.

They didn't linger.

Under the menacing gazes of the mercenaries, the various thugs hurriedly left the manor, which exuded a murderous aura.

A convoy of dozens of off-road vehicles sped along the dirt road they had come from.

The journey was filled with swirling yellow sand.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was extremely oppressive.

Everyone's mind was replaying the scene of dozens of automatic rifles being loaded simultaneously in the manor hall.

The crisp metallic clanging sound seemed to still linger in my ears.

Not long after.

The convoy finally entered a certain area of ​​Sanbianpo.

The off-road vehicle stopped at a temporary base, or outpost, belonging to the Yunnan provincial forces.

The car door had just been opened.

Those tyrants from other provinces who had escaped death at the manor couldn't wait to jump out of the car.

They all felt the real threat posed by Chhay.

The crowd surged toward the three-story building in the center of the compound.

The living room of this small building is actually quite spacious.

But at this moment, hundreds of big bosses poured in, and the place instantly became overcrowded.

The sun was blazing outside.

Even with the air conditioner running at full power, I couldn't shake off my restless and uneasy feeling.

These are the fan leaders who usually wield considerable influence in the country.

They had just faced a life-or-death threat.

At this moment, they all looked like quails that had been scared out of their wits.

They are usually surrounded by a retinue when they go out, and they have never experienced such humiliation of being treated like pork on a chopping board.

A leader from the north wiped the sweat from his brow.

The man paced back and forth in the hall, his leather shoes making a disturbing sound on the floor.

"What should we do?"

The northern leader stopped in his tracks, his voice filled with barely suppressed anxiety.

"That Chatchai had no intention of talking to us at all; he just wanted to take advantage of us!"

A bald man standing next to him nodded repeatedly.

Bald-headed Xiao's face turned ashen, and he grabbed a teacup from the table and gulped down a mouthful of water.

"you do not say!"

"Raising the price by one floor directly, how are we supposed to survive?"

"Transnational smuggling is a business where you're risking your life. Balancing relationships along the way, maintaining those underlings—all of that costs money."

"With that one bite from him, we've essentially been working for him for nothing!"

Various complaints rose and fell in the hall.

The more these people talked, the more frustrated they felt.

The more I talked about it, the more terrified I became.

After all, Chatchai dared to point a gun at their heads and forcefully raise prices today.

If they can't pay that much money tomorrow, the other side will dare to shoot and kill them.

Here, human life is cheaper than grass.

"We shouldn't have come to this damn fan club convention!"

A petite pink-haired girl in the corner complained.

"Now that we're on someone else's turf, we can't leave even if we want to."

"Those stone walls over three meters high surrounding the manor, and those machine gun turrets—how are we going to break through?"

Amidst cries of agony.

Finally, someone turned their attention to the person sitting in the center of the hall.

"Boss Li, you make the decision!"

These words were like finding a pillar of support.

All eyes turned to that direction instantly.

"yes!"

"Boss Li, everyone's counting on you now!"

"You have the most powerful men under your command, and you were the only one who dared to challenge Chatchai in the manor just now. What do you say we do? The brothers will have no objections!"

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In the corner of the hall.

Old Zou, dressed in an inconspicuous black short-sleeved shirt, mingled among the henchmen.

Listening to these thugs' complaints, his facial muscles tensed, trying hard not to show any schadenfreude.

"You bunch of wicked bastards, you've finally met your match?" Old Zou thought to himself.

Seeing these usually arrogant drug dealers get their comeuppance naturally made him feel pleased.

But amidst the relief, there was also a lot of worry.

After all, that warlord Chhay was ruthless and didn't know his place.

If a fight really breaks out, the plainclothes police officers mixed in with them will also suffer.

Yu Zui stood not far from Lao Zou.

He used his left hand to protect his right arm, which was in a cast.

His eyes kept scanning back and forth between Boss Li and those out-of-province leaders.

He was also feeling very uneasy.

"Although Boss Li is formidable, this time he's facing a regular warlord." This thought crossed Yu Zui's mind.

"Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. How can we, with so few men, fight against Chatchai?"

Li Mo'an sat imposingly in a grand chair in the center of the hall.

As he picked up the ceramic teacup beside him, his gaze swept over the group of desperate men who were like ants on a hot pan.

He was still wearing that ordinary casual jacket today.

He didn't feel there was anything to be afraid of regarding the current situation.

"That warlord just has more men and more guns. The guns haven't been fired, so what's the danger?" This thought popped into Li Mo'an's mind.

Although those mercenaries looked fierce, they posed no fatal threat to him as long as they hadn't pulled the trigger.

not to mention.

He stayed here to finish what his older brothers hadn't done.

The reckoning has only just begun.

How could we back down just because the other party has a tough attitude?

Then, the hand holding the teacup slowly lowered itself.

Li Mo'an spoke calmly.

"We don't really need to be afraid of them, do we?"

The calm voice carried clearly through the hall.

The surrounding noise stopped instantly.

The air became quiet.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion.

Don't be afraid?

He's the biggest warlord in the area!

They had guns, cannons, and even armored vehicles.

How could I not be afraid?

The burly northern leader gave a wry smile and spread his hands.

"Boss Li, what are you saying?"

"The warlords are indeed very powerful. Although we also have our own forces in Sanbianpo and have some men under our command."

"But we can't compare ourselves to the big warlords!"

"That warlord is the biggest warlord in the area, and his firepower is formidable!"

Bald-headed Xiao also sighed.

"Yeah, the guys under us are okay at taking over territory on the streets."

"To really fight a positional war against Chatchai's regular army would be like throwing an egg against a rock, wouldn't it?"

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

He looked at the northern leader.

Then.

He asked a question in return.

"Think about it again."

"Is your combined strength really inferior to that of this powerful warlord?"

As soon as those words were spoken...

The air in the hall fell silent once again.

All the owls froze on the spot, their mouths slightly agape.

"Add them all up?"

The northern leader frowned and began to calculate in his mind.

To know.

All the well-known and influential fan leaders from various provinces in the East have flocked here.

in other words.

All the biggest fan leaders in the entire Eastern Kingdom have gathered in this hall at this moment!

Those who work in this line of work are people who are extremely insecure.

In order to survive in the ruthless Sanbianpo area, and also to protect their supply routes.

Every leader who is qualified to stand here has a private armed force of several hundred people in the local area.

Following this line of thought, the northern leader turned his head and his gaze swept over the heads of people in the hall.

The northern leader stretched out his fingers and began counting in the hall.

"I brought three hundred brothers, all armed with real weapons, and stationed them at the mine in Dongshan."

As he did his calculations, he glanced at the bald man next to him.

"Old Liu, how many men did you bring?"

Bald-headed Xiao paused for a moment, then blurted out.

"I leased a village in xx and settled about four hundred brothers there."

"Where's Lao Zhao?" The northern leader turned in another direction.

"I have five hundred brothers over there," a gaunt drug lord replied.

Three hundred, four hundred, five hundred...

As these numbers were reported one by one.

The sounds in the hall grew louder and faster.

The crowd, who had been listless with fear just moments before, now had their eyes light up.

They were like hungry wolves who had suddenly discovered a treasure.

The way they looked at each other was no longer filled with defensiveness and calculation.

Instead, it turned into a fanaticism of seeing allies and immense power.

There are over a hundred big fan leaders here this time!

Don't think that hundreds doesn't sound like a lot.

But this is a major force from all the provinces of the Eastern Kingdom that is qualified to participate in the Fan Leader Conference!

This group of desperados had little to no higher education.

At that moment, however, he performed a very simple multiplication operation in his mind.

More than a hundred big fan leaders.

Each of them had several hundred men under their command.

This ride...

The northern leader's eyes widened instantly, and he gasped.

That adds up to tens of thousands of people!

This number is not bad.

Once they figured it out, even they were horrified!

Tens of thousands of people!

What does this mean?

In a place like Sanbianpo, this would be an absolutely massive army that could move about with impunity!

Don't say that Chatchai is just the biggest warlord in the area.

Even if you tied up all the surrounding minor warlords together, you still couldn't muster this many armed personnel!

The reason they hadn't calculated it before was...

It's because although they are all big fans of the East, they act independently and are like a disorganized mess when they go abroad.

No one obeys anyone.

They were even scheming against each other over a tiny bit of profit just a few days ago.

But now the situation is completely different.

Under Chhay's unreasonable oppression.

They were facing a desperate situation where their livelihoods were cut off and they might even lose their lives.

more importantly.

Now sitting in front of them is Boss Li, who seems to have a lot of personal charisma and dares to stand up to warlords under the gun!

The people in the hall finally understood what Li Mo'an meant by what he had just said.

The fear of having a gun pointed at his head was instantly replaced by an ambition that had swelled to its peak.

Holy crap!

One of the hot-tempered fans slapped his thigh and stood up abruptly.

"Wow, there are so many people here!"

This exclamation completely ignited the powder keg.

"That's right!"

Bald-headed D.O. was also very excited, and even his voice was trembling.

"If each family contributes several hundred people, together they'll be an army of tens of thousands!"

"Even a single spit from each person could drown that Chatchai!"

"What's there to be afraid of!"

"We have to get him!"

Everyone excitedly started talking loudly.

Those faces, pale with fear, were now flushed red from the intense emotions they were experiencing.

Every pair of eyes that looked at Boss Li gleamed with the desire to eliminate the warlord.

Standing behind the armchair.

Old Zou listened to the deafening shouts around him.

Looking at this group of desperados who had been incited to go to war with just a few words.

The veteran policeman swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on Li Mo'an's back, feeling like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.