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

In the open-air plaza.

Four towering iron pillars stood around the perimeter.

A raging fire was burning at the top.

The flames in the brazier flickered wildly in the wind.

The orange-red lights intertwined.

It reflects the unique expressions on every face in the square.

The warlord Chachai sat on the main seat covered with a tiger skin above the high platform.

He was wearing a green military uniform without rank insignia.

His eyes were sinister.

Those eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night.

At this moment, he was looking down at the hundreds of Dongguo tyrants below the stage.

I drank too much strong liquor last night.

Chacchai is currently suffering from a hangover.

He felt a tightening sensation in his temples.

It felt like something was throbbing deep inside my brain.

This physical discomfort.

This made the already short-tempered local warlord even more impatient.

He looked down at the well-dressed people from the East.

In his eyes.

These people are nothing more than fat sheep coming to deliver money.

This is a three-sided slope.

It is his private property.

Even if these East Korean fan leaders have great power and wealth in their own country.

Once you get here, you're just meat on a chopping board.

He already gave me a day to consider it yesterday.

Nowadays.

Whether these people like it or not.

Everyone must unconditionally accept his rules.

Chachai stretched out his rough palm.

He grabbed a bottle of strong liquor from the table.

He looked up.

He took a big gulp of wine.

Spicy liquid flowed down the esophagus.

It brings a fiery, stimulating sensation.

He wanted to use this method to suppress his hangover headache.

This was to boost my somewhat listless spirits.

"Bang!"

After putting down the wine bottle.

Chachai drew his pistol directly from his waist.

He arrogantly tapped the table in front of him with the butt of his gun.

The dull thud could be clearly heard in the quiet square.

It instantly drew everyone's attention.

"The time I gave you yesterday is up."

Chacha asked loudly.

His voice carried a hint of arrogance.

"Conditions regarding price increases and increased market share."

"Are you going to agree or not?"

With this shout.

The elite guards standing around immediately sprang into action.

Click.

Click.

The soldiers pulled the bolts of their automatic rifles in perfect unison.

It emitted a piercing metallic scraping sound.

The dark gun barrels were raised in unison.

He once again aimed his gaze at the Dongguo d xiao below the stage.

In the firelight.

The muzzle gleamed with a cold light.

The threat was self-evident.

This is real, forceful coercion.

The atmosphere in the audience instantly became suffocating.

Although those Eastern Kingdom fan leaders had secretly mobilized tens of thousands of private armed forces during the day.

Those massive forces had already secretly infiltrated the outskirts of the manor.

But these hundreds of leaders are now standing in this square themselves.

Facing dozens of gun barrels that could spit fire at any moment.

These are the desperados who usually lord it over the country.

I still felt an instinctive fear.

The burly northern leader swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva.

He didn't even dare to look directly into Chachai's eyes on the high platform.

Bald-headed Xiao was also pale.

My legs trembled slightly.

They knew very well that there was a large army outside.

But distant water cannot quench immediate thirst.

As long as that hungover lunatic pulls the trigger in a fit of anger.

They would be riddled with bullets in an instant.

They won't even have a chance to call for help.

then.

Under such suffocating pressure.

All eyes.

The focus of the entire event.

Naturally, all the blame fell on the young man at the very front.

It landed on Li Mo'an.

He is recognized as the leader among Dongguk fans.

He was also the only ruthless person yesterday who dared to confront the warlord head-on.

Everyone is waiting for him to make a statement.

Old Zou stood diagonally behind Li Mo'an.

The veteran police officer's palms were covered in sweat.

Yu Zui also stared intently at Li Mo'an's back.

Faced with Chacchai's arrogant questioning.

And the heavily guarded ring of gun barrels surrounding it.

Li Mo'an stood still.

He has an upright posture.

On that face.

He maintained his signature calm expression.

He did not answer Chachai's question.

Because in his brain circuits.

This question has long since become meaningless.

He possesses the skill "Police Insight".

It is operating at high speed.

This skill has reached the Master+ level.

It made his five senses extremely acute.

He could not only see the bloodshot eyes of Chacha on the high platform.

They are more able to perceive changes outside the square.

He could feel the hard, muddy ground beneath his feet.

A very slight vibration is coming from here.

The night wind blew through the manor walls.

It not only brought the smell of burning firewood.

It also had a strong smell of engine oil.

He could even distinguish them clearly.

In the dense woods surrounding the manor.

The rustling sound of tens of thousands of people trampling on dry leaves at the same time.

Those sounds.

Those tremors.

It is approaching the edge of the manor at an alarming speed.

The encirclement has been completely completed.

"Tens of thousands of people are about to storm in, and you're talking to me about raising prices now?" This thought crossed Li Mo'an's mind.

"Besides, the gun wasn't fired, so what's the danger?"

He felt that Chatchai was currently making a fuss.

It's a completely pointless waste of breath.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people in the audience.

Li Mo'an slowly raised his right hand.

The movements were smooth.

There was not the slightest bit of panic.

He extended a long, slender index finger.

It was held upright near its mouth.

He made a standard shushing gesture.

The air became quiet.

Chachai, standing on the high platform, was stunned.

His hangover brain.

For a moment, I didn't even understand the meaning of this action.

He thought the other party wanted to bargain.

Or simply admit defeat.

As a result, the other party told him to shut up?

Just as Chacchai was about to explode in anger.

Li Mo'an lowered his right hand.

He looked at the warlord in the main seat.

then.

He spoke in a flat tone.

A question was asked.

"What did you hear?"

The sound wasn't loud.

In the empty square, it even seemed a little light and airy.

Chachai was completely stunned.

This statement carries an unspoken certainty.

Add to that the other party's calm demeanor, which showed a complete lack of awareness of danger.

This made this inherently suspicious warlord...

I subconsciously tilted my ear to the side.

He went along with Li Mo'an's words.

Listen to what's happening around you.

The night breeze swept across the square.

The firewood in the brazier crackled and popped as it burned.

It seems there's nothing there.

however.

In that very instant.

Gunshots rang out outside!

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot rang out.

It shattered the tranquility of the night sky without warning.

The gunshot was like a starting pistol.

It completely ignited the powder keg hidden in the darkness.

"Da da da—!"

Followed by.

The bursts of gunfire were like popping beans.

The sounds rang out simultaneously from all directions around the manor.

That wasn't just dozens of guns firing.

That was a metal storm formed by tens of thousands of people charging at the same time.

Bullets struck the stone walls surrounding the manor, sending shards of stone flying.

A deafening explosion from a rocket launcher followed.

A massive burst of fire instantly tore through the night sky.

It illuminated the originally dark mountain forest as if it were daytime.

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

Several machine gun turrets in the direction of the manor gate.

Under the first round of concentrated fire.

It was reduced to a burning ruin.

Shouts of battle surged in from all directions.

Tens of thousands of privately armed men equipped with automatic firearms and machetes.

They surged forth from the darkness like a tidal wave.

This sudden change.

This caught everyone in the square off guard.

Those guards carrying guns.

He looked around in a panic.

And on the high platform was the powerful warlord, Chachai.

His expression suddenly changed.

His body jerked violently.

He nearly fell off the tiger-skin seat.

He stared intently at the towering flames outside the manor.

Listening to the sounds of gunfire that sounded like a thousand troops.

The arrogance on his face instantly turned into extreme terror!

He knew things had changed!