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

He sat on that large armchair covered with a colorful tiger skin.

Li Mo'an adjusted his posture slightly to make himself more comfortable.

He looked down from his vantage point, his gaze passing over the bluestone steps in front of the platform.

He calmly watched the chaotic scene below.

In the open-air plaza.

The firewood in the brazier burned fiercely in the night wind, its orange glow flickering continuously.

Those big fans from various provinces of the East were currently in a state of unbridled excitement.

They brandished the captured firearms with impunity.

Some people even pulled the trigger repeatedly into the night sky, producing a series of ear-piercing sounds.

A cacophony of vulgar curses and unrestrained laughter mingled together.

This group of outlaws is venting their ecstatic joy at overthrowing warlord rule in such a barbaric way.

If this chaotic scene were viewed by an ordinary person...

It would absolutely scare people so much that their legs would go weak and they wouldn't be able to stand up straight.

but.

On the high platform, Li Mo'an's handsome face showed no fear whatsoever.

He maintained his signature calm expression.

Because in his understanding...

As long as these people don't point their guns at you and pull the trigger, there's no danger.

Moreover.

To know.

He has faced countless risks to get here.

His ultimate goal was to complete what his two older brothers had not finished.

His fingers tapped lightly on the wooden armrest of the chair.

It was accompanied by a slight clicking sound.

Li Mo'an quickly sorted out his next course of action in his mind.

Although he didn't know what specific top-secret mission his elder brothers had secretly come to Sanbianpo to carry out back then.

But if you use your brain a little to deduce it...

It must be directly related to the abundant flour raw materials available here.

After all, this is the largest distribution center for counterfeit goods in the entire surrounding area.

And now.

With the help of these fan leaders, he had successfully taken down the biggest source of the warlords.

Those flour supplies that were originally intended to be dumped domestically in large quantities.

With the downfall of Chatchai, they completely lost their protective umbrella.

In a sense.

He felt that he had exceeded the expectations of his brothers.

Now that the source has been completely eradicated.

The remaining task, naturally, is to deal with the fan leaders in the hall who control the domestic distribution network.

Not far away.

Old Zou mingled among several henchmen responsible for guarding the area.

The veteran policeman, who had spent most of his life working at the grassroots level, had his palms covered in cold sweat.

He looked at Li Mo'an, who sat calmly on the high platform, and then at the frenzied thugs below.

Old Zou swallowed hard, his heart pounding.

Yu Zui leaned against a stone pillar at the edge of the square.

He supported his right arm, which was in a cast, with his left hand, and the muscles in his cheeks bulged out as he clenched his teeth.

Looking at this chaotic scene before me...

Yu Zui was filled with deep despair.

"This is bad, Tokyo University is really in big trouble now," he thought to himself.

From his subjective perspective.

After Li Laoda led his group of fans to eliminate the warlord, the next step will definitely be to reorganize the distribution channels.

Ship all those massive amounts of flour back to China.

The thought of that terrible consequence made Yu Zui feel a tightness in his chest.

however.

Old Zou and Yu Zui, sitting in the audience, had no idea.

Sitting in his high position, Li Mo'an was not enjoying the thrill of power at this moment.

but.

Looking at all these big fans here, he was a little troubled.

In order to remove the tumor.

I did make a good move.

He will undertake the daunting task of dismantling the power of the major warlords.

It was cleverly transferred to these fan leaders.

With the massive armed force brought by these big fan leaders, they successfully pulled off a scheme of using one enemy to devour another.

But now the tiger is dead.

What should he do with all these big fans who helped him build his empire?

This isn't just a bunch of street thugs.

There are hundreds of people here!

Look around.

Every face standing in this square.

They were all local tyrants who had been on the run in the country for a long time.

These people are not only ruthless.

Moreover, each of them also commands hundreds of fully armed private henchmen outside the manor.

In total, that's a huge force of tens of thousands of people.

Li Mo'an picked up a cup of tea and took a small sip.

He carefully calculated the comparison of the two sides' combat strength in his mind.

Although he himself had just awakened the skill rewarded by the system.

With the blessing of [Master-level Fighting Plus].

He thought he was quite good at breaking bricks.

He can sneak up behind anyone without making a sound if he wants.

Knock the other person out in the least effort way.

but.

That's not how you solve math problems.

Two fists can't beat four hands.

He can't beat so many people!

"Even if I had two bricks in my hand, I could knock one out in a second." He began to seriously deduce in his mind.

"It will take several minutes to take down all of these hundreds of leaders."

"And your hands will definitely be sore after you finish typing."

"Not to mention the tens of thousands of private soldiers outside, armed with real swords and guns."

"By the time I finish photographing them all, I probably won't have enough bricks for the three sides of the slope."

This absurd calculation process caused Li Mo'an a rare sense of distress.

He even seriously considered whether to ask Lao Zou and the others to help him pick up the bricks.

But then he saw Lao Zou standing to the side, sweating profusely from nervousness.

He quickly abandoned this unrealistic idea.

"These older comrades aren't very strong; they'll probably be panting for ages after picking up just two bricks," Li Mo'an thought to himself, making an objective assessment.

Just as Li Mo'an appeared calm on the surface but was inwardly racing.

The opportunity to break the deadlock appeared unexpectedly.

In the center of the square.

The burly northern leader seemed to feel that simply standing there waving his gun was no longer enough to vent his excitement.

He pushed aside his companion.

He strode up to the front of the steps.

He stepped forward, his face glowing.

He spoke loudly in a hoarse, strained voice.

"Boss Li!"

He tilted his head back and shouted loudly.

"We were awesome today!"

"Not only did they overthrow that unreasonable warlord, but they also seized such a large piece of territory!"

The northern leader pounded his chest.

His voice betrayed an barely suppressed greed and excitement.

"Now we have achieved such a great victory."

"Shouldn't we find some drinks to celebrate?"

Upon hearing this suggestion...

The surrounding owls immediately erupted in enthusiastic response.

They had been wanting to relax their nerves for days.

Now that the warlords have fallen and the greatest threat has been eliminated, it's only natural to enjoy the fruits of victory.

The northern leader was even more overjoyed.

He laughed heartily and continued to dream about the future.

"From now on, we brothers will work under Boss Li's leadership."

"The best is yet to come!"

"Don't we call the shots in the entire flour market in the East?"

These words were spoken.

Everyone echoed this sentiment.

The voices of approval and praise converged into a huge wave of sound in the empty square.

"Yes! Let's celebrate with drinks!"

"A toast to Boss Li!"

And on the high platform.

Upon hearing this...

Li Mo'an, sitting in the high position, immediately brightened up.

He looked down at the faces below, flushed with excitement.

Then I heard them constantly suggesting drinking.

The line of thought that had been blocked due to the disparity in numbers suddenly became clear.

He seemed to have found the perfect way to break the deadlock.