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

He asked the same question in a very calm tone.

"What did you hear?"

This seemingly ordinary question, however, sounded like a death knell to Chatchai.

After all, the scene of Li Mo'an walking through a hail of bullets was too shocking, completely shattering all the pride of this warlord.

Chachai stared blankly at the unharmed young man in front of him, feeling his legs go weak and almost unable to stand.

His right hand, which he used to hold a gun for years, was now trembling violently and uncontrollably, as if it had lost all its strength.

"Even bullets can't hit him, what kind of monster is he?" Chatchai cried out in despair in his heart, as the defense line completely collapsed.

With a crisp clang, the semi-automatic pistol, its magazine empty, slipped from his hand and fell onto the hard stone slab.

As the pistol fell to the ground, Chachai's arrogant will to resist vanished.

In that short span of time, the battle situation outside the manor also underwent a dramatic change.

Those private armed forces, gathered by the big fan leaders of the East, numbered in the tens of thousands, demonstrating an absolute numerical advantage.

The deafening sounds of gunfire gradually subsided after the initial fierce outburst.

Although Chachai's elite guards were well-equipped, they were powerless to turn the tide when faced with an enemy force several times their size charging into battle.

Moreover, through the gaps in the crowd, they saw that even their high and mighty boss had given up resistance in front of the mysterious Boss Li.

Once their leader falls, this group instantly loses their reason to fight. After all, it's just a matter of changing leaders, right?

The leading captains exchanged glances, then took the lead in throwing away their assault rifles and raising their hands high.

This sense of surrender spread like a plague quickly within the defensive lines.

The army collapsed like a house of cards, and the remaining armed men followed suit, giving up resistance.

Taking advantage of the situation, the private armed forces of the Dongguo fan leaders swarmed in, surrounded the prisoners, and confiscated all their weapons and ammunition.

And so, what was originally thought to be a fierce and brutal battle ended in a way that was almost utterly devastating, thanks to Li Mo'an's inhuman intimidation.

Under overwhelming force, Chachai's armed forces, painstakingly built up over many years, were completely disarmed.

The hall after the battle was filled with the strong smell of gunpowder, mixed with a hint of blood.

On four towering iron pillars, huge braziers still burned fiercely, illuminating the night sky, which had just experienced the ravages of war, in a crimson glow.

In every corner inside and outside the hall, countless torches were lit by the henchmen who rushed in, their orange glows intertwined.

Li Mo'an stepped on the brass shell casings scattered on the ground, turned around calmly, and walked towards the top of the platform.

His steps were steady, each step on the bluestone steps producing a deep and powerful sound, as if striking the hearts of everyone present.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, he walked to the seat that originally belonged to the great warlord Chachai and sat down without hesitation.

It was a large armchair covered with a striped tiger skin, symbolizing the supreme power in the lawless land of Sanbianpo.

With Li Mo'an taking his seat, this bloody manor officially welcomed a new ruler.

Below the steps of the high platform, the once invincible local tyrant now finds himself in a pitiful state.

Chachai had already been pinned to the ground by his ravenous henchmen and bound tightly with thick hemp ropes.

He was bound tightly like a rice dumpling and was ruthlessly thrown to the bottom of the cold steps.

This once-powerful warlord, who used to disregard human life at every turn, was now huddled up, trembling incessantly in the firelight.

He looked up at the young man sitting high in his seat, his heart filled with endless regret.

"Why did I have to provoke this jinx surnamed Li?" he thought painfully to himself, but there was no going back.

With the situation at the manor now completely under control, the big fan leaders from various provinces who had been observing from the outside in a safe zone now all stood up straight.

They led their trusted subordinates and poured into the conference hall, excitedly gathering below the platform.

These spies usually operate independently within the country.

But today, under Boss Li's leadership, they united for the first time ever and achieved brilliant results.

The special bond forged in this shared struggle, coupled with their desire for enormous future benefits, brought their cohesion to an unprecedented level.

Looking at Chachai, who was tied up like a dumpling, and then looking up at Boss Li, who was high above them, a huge wave of joy instantly overwhelmed the group's reason.

The northern leader, with his burly face, was so excited that his face flushed red, and even the veins on his neck bulged out.

He felt his blood boiling, as if he could already see countless mountains of gold and silver beckoning to him.

"We won! We actually brought down this ruthless warlord!" He waved his thick arms, his voice filled with barely suppressed elation.

The bald-headed tyrant next to him was even more excited. He snatched the automatic rifle from one of his henchmen and raised it high above his head.

"With the foundation that Boss Li has built for us, won't we brothers be in charge of the entire flour market in the East?" Bald Xiao thought to himself with great satisfaction, his greedy desires being greatly satisfied.

Infected by this fervent enthusiasm, the group of provincial fan leaders who participated in this subversive battle all fell into a state of frenzy.

They raised their guns, machetes, and even various captured weapons, shouting wildly at Li Mo'an on the platform.

"Boss Li is awesome!!"

"Hahaha, we actually wiped out a major warlord!"

The cheers of these hundreds of bigwigs, mixed with the excited shouts of the private armed groups on the periphery, echoed like a tsunami over the square, deafeningly loud.

Standing on the side of the steps, Zou Jiulong felt as if his eardrums were about to shatter from the deafening cheers around him.

The veteran police officer, who had spent most of his life working at the grassroots level, was staring intently at Li Mo'an, who was sitting on the tiger-skin chair, with the look of someone looking at an alien.

He witnessed all of this firsthand.

"How did this kid manage to do this?" Old Zou screamed inwardly, his worldview of decades shattered.

Although he watched the whole thing, he really didn't know how the other person did it, and if he were to follow the other person's steps... After thinking about it, he couldn't help but shrink back; he didn't dare.

At the beginning of the story, he was just following this kid to arrange a fight for drug dealers.

But now...

Who would have thought that this kid would directly incite a massive armed rebellion, leading them to wipe out the biggest warlord in the area?

At this moment, seeing Li Mo'an's calm and composed appearance, Old Zou swallowed hard, his palms covered in cold sweat.

"He sits in this position that symbolizes evil and power, yet he doesn't feel out of place at all. Could he really be a ruthless tyrant at heart?" Old Zou's heart was pounding, and he even felt a deep sense of self-doubt.

Old Zou recalled the tragic feeling he had when he wrote the leave request, and looking at the scene before him, he felt helpless and absurd.

"Am I just playing along with a celebrity's nonsense, or am I witnessing the rise of an underground empire?" He thought to himself with a wry smile, feeling that his decades of police experience were completely worthless in front of this young man.

He even began to worry that if this kid was really tempted by the power and wealth in front of him and chose to stay in Sanbianpo and become a local tyrant, how would he, an old man, end up?

This unknown fear sent a chill down Lao Zou's spine, and even the surrounding firelight could not dispel the coldness in his heart.

Yu Zui, mingling on the edge of the frenzied crowd, supported his right arm, which was in a cast, with his left hand, his cheek muscles bulging high.

As an undercover agent carrying a special mission, his feelings were a hundred times more complicated than Lao Zou's; he could even be described as having fallen into an ice cellar.

From his subjective perspective, this Boss Li not only had connections and influence throughout the country, but now that he was abroad, he could do whatever he wanted.

"Even warlords were easily trampled under his feet. Who in this world can control him?" Yu Zui painfully analyzed the current situation in his mind.

Looking at the tyrants around him who had gone completely mad because of their victory, he felt as if an invisible black net had firmly covered the entire border of the Eastern Kingdom.

"If Boss Li really controls the flour raw materials here, coupled with the nationwide sales channels of these flour millers, the consequences would be unimaginable." Yu Zui closed his eyes, a deep despair welling up in his heart.

The deafening cheers continued to erupt, as if they were about to completely overturn the clouds in the sky.

That group of big-name fans from various provinces were all using this almost hysterical way to vent their ecstatic joy at gaining immense power.

Sitting in the position of the great warlord, Li Mo'an looked down at the chaotic scene below with a calm expression.

The flickering firelight reflected off his casual jacket, casting an unfathomable halo around him.

He sat there quietly, exuding the aura of a powerful leader, as if he were born to sit on this throne, naturally accepting the worship of the crowd.

No one dared to question his absolute authority at this time.

At this time.

Looking at the crowd of excited and enthusiastic fans gathered below the stage, Li Mo'an was making other plans in his mind.