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

Flames shot into the sky from the perimeter of the manor, their dazzling light turning half the night sky orange-red.

Chachai gripped the armrests of the tiger-skin seat tightly, using the force to barely steady his swaying body.

The warlord, who had dominated Sanbianpo for many years, was looking at Li Mo'an, who was standing close by, with undisguised shock in his eyes. His chest heaved violently like a bellows.

A flash of crazed killing intent crossed his eyes; his mind, which had been consumed by greed for years, finally understood.

The armed men surging in like a tide, accompanied by deafening gunfire, were definitely attracted by this calm-looking young man.

"To catch the thief, first catch the king"—this is a survival rule that Chachai has learned through years of fighting and surviving amidst gunfire.

Once this ringleader is dealt with, the rabble outside will be leaderless and will naturally collapse due to the loss of command.

Thinking of this, Chachai suddenly stretched out his rough palm and quickly reached for his waist.

He drew his semi-automatic pistol from his waist and raised his arm without hesitation, his movement carrying a resolute determination to gamble everything.

The cold muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Li Mo'an, who was walking at the front.

Without uttering a single word, he placed his finger on the trigger and then pulled it like a madman!

"Bang, bang, bang!"

A series of gunshots rang out in the open square, and tongues of fire spewed fiercely from the muzzles of the guns.

The gleaming yellow bullet left the barrel, carrying a scorching jet of air, heading straight for Li Mo'an's chest and the vital spot between his eyebrows.

From his rear position, Lao Zou keenly observed Chachai drawing his gun, and his heart tightened.

He felt as if all the blood in his body was about to stop flowing.

Although he was a seasoned police officer, his physical reaction speed was no match for the muzzle velocity of a bullet.

He wanted to take a step forward, to throw himself at Li Mo'an and pin him to the ground, using his own body to shield him from the deadly metal bullets.

But it was all too late.

"It's over, it's all over!" Old Zou thought to himself, his face turning deathly pale.

He felt that he was responsible for the young man's death. If he had stopped him at the police station, the young man would not have met such a tragic end.

From the perspective of sin, this is also a dead end with no suspense whatsoever.

At such close range, he was shot repeatedly by a semi-automatic pistol.

Even if a celestial being descended to earth, they would definitely be riddled with holes.

Yu Zui's cheek muscles bulged high, his nails dug deeply into his palms, and his heart was filled with despair and pain.

In Yu Zui's eyes, Boss Li did not choose to hide immediately in order to protect the people behind them.

"Our boss is risking his life to draw fire for us!" This thought flashed through Yu Zui's mind, and his eyes instantly reddened.

He felt he could never repay this debt of gratitude in his lifetime, even though the other party was a thief and he was a soldier.

However, what happened next sent chills down everyone's spine.

Just as those bullets were about to hit their targets, Li Mo'an's handsome face maintained its signature calm expression.

He neither dodged nor made any tactical maneuvers to seek cover.

Because in his mind, the crisp system notification sound had just rang out.

"Ding! The exclusive passive skill for [Undercover Leader], [Bullet Deflection (5-Minute Version)], has been automatically activated!"

Hearing this voice, Li Mo'an didn't even blink, continuing to walk steadily forward.

"Anyway, the bullets can't hit me, so firing the gun isn't dangerous, is it?" he thought to himself. Who said he didn't have a sense of danger? Because there was no danger at all.

In mid-air, those bullets, barely visible to the naked eye, carried terrifying kinetic energy.

Just millimeters away from Li Mo'an's casual jacket, it seemed to be strongly repelled by some mysterious force field.

The bullet deviated from its original trajectory, grazing his clothes and shoulder!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The bullets, whose trajectories were forcibly altered, hurtled towards the open ground behind him with a whistling sound.

Some of them hit the hard stone slab, splashing up a series of dazzling sparks.

Some of them sank directly into the surrounding soil, creating deep pits.

Not a single bullet could leave a scratch on this young man; they couldn't hit him at all!

However, to others around them, this scene appeared as something else entirely, enough to shatter their worldview.

Those Eastern Kingdom tyrants, including Lao Zou and Yu Zui.

They couldn't see any force field at all, nor could they understand why the bullets were circling around in mid-air.

From their subjective perspective, Boss Li simply walked forward with his hands hanging down and his face calm, facing the muzzle of the gun.

It was as if every time he lifted his leg or turned to the side, he could anticipate it with an incredible sense of foresight.

It was accurate to the millimeter, perfectly avoiding all the enemy fire.

He moved through the hail of bullets with an air of nonchalance, as if he were strolling through a minefield of bullets!

The powerful visual impact left everyone present stunned.

The burly northern leader swallowed hard, his heart pounding like a drum. He thought he must be hallucinating.

"Is this even human? He can even dodge bullets?" the Northern leader screamed inwardly.

Bald-headed Xiao's legs went weak, and his eyes were filled with fanatical worship as he looked at Li Mo'an's back.

Old Zou's mouth dropped open, speechless.

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

On the high platform, Chatchai watched as the young man walked towards him unharmed.

The ruthless warlord, who killed without blinking an eye, looked as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his right hand, gripping the pistol, trembled uncontrollably.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

He roared and screamed like a madman who had lost his mind, and frantically pulled the trigger again.

The pistol clicked and slammed shut, indicating that all the bullets in the magazine were empty.

But the man in the faded casual jacket was still standing there perfectly fine.

Seeing the other person's crazy appearance, Li Mo'an ignored him.

He walked steadily, stepping on the brass cartridge cases scattered on the ground.

With each footstep, the spent cartridge case scraped against the hard stone slab, producing a piercing sound.

The sound, falling into Chatchai's ears, was like a death knell approaching.

Li Mo'an walked step by step to Chachai, looking down at him.

Under Chachai's gaze, filled with despair and collapse, Li Moan remained calm.

He looked at the warlord who had lost all ability to resist, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

then,

He asked the same question in a very calm tone.

"So, what did you hear?"