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

Looking at the neatly stacked bottles, Li Mo'an threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and gently crushed it out with the sole of his shoe.

The henchmen acted with extreme speed after receiving the order.

Soon after, they used crowbars to pry open the dusty wooden crates and carried bottles of expensive foreign liquor and locally brewed strong rice wine onto the long table.

Not far away.

Several strong men set up a large iron frame.

Several cleaned whole sheep were strung on the rack and turned over, their skins gradually turning an enticing color.

The oozing oil slid down the meat and dripped into the glowing red-hot charcoal below, making a crackling sound.

Fine wines and dishes were served one after another.

The aroma of various grilled meats, mixed with the somewhat pungent smell of strong liquor, began to gradually permeate the air of the open-air square.

Li Mo'an sat on the large armchair at the very top, covered with a colorful tiger skin.

He looked down calmly.

He started watching these big-time fans drink.

These local tyrants from various provinces of the Eastern Kingdom, after hearing the new leader's statement that he would use "drunken revelations" to catch undercover agents,...

Everyone felt a tremendous existential crisis.

To prove they were definitely not moles sent by the police, they all put on a desperate show.

One of them, who was a heavy drinker, wanted to prove that what he had just said was not a lie.

He grabbed a bottle of high-proof vodka directly.

They didn't even need a cup; they just bit open the bottle cap with their teeth, tilted their heads back, and guzzled the contents into their mouths.

The clear liquid flowed down his chin and down his neck, wetting the collar of his shirt.

He acted as if nothing had happened and downed most of the bottle in one go.

He slammed the bottle heavily onto the table.

"Boss Li, do you think my sincerity is enough?"

The big fan let out a loud burp and started shouting.

With him taking the lead.

The other big fan leaders, of course, were not to be outdone.

They all picked up their wine bowls and drank and ate heartily.

For a moment, the crisp sound of clinking glasses and the gulping sound of swallowing wine mingled together.

The noise was incessant.

The burly northern leader grabbed a piece of lamb leg and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing vigorously as he carried a full bowl of baijiu (Chinese liquor) toward the bald tyrant.

"Old Liu, you're the most cunning guy around the country."

The northern leader, his eyes bloodshot, demanded an explanation in a loud voice.

"If you dare keep fish today, you're a cop spy!"

Bald-headed D.O. was enraged by these words.

Without showing any weakness, he picked up the large bowl in front of him and clinked it heavily against the other person's.

"Bullshit!"

Bald-headed tyrant yelled back.

"When I was a gangster, you were still playing in the mud! Whoever gives up first today is a coward!"

The two men, as if they had some deep-seated grudge, tilted their heads back and drank the strong liquor in their bowls in one gulp.

This drama of mutual suspicion and surveillance played out continuously in every corner of the square.

At the edge of the crowd.

In a corner away from the center of the square illuminated by the firelight.

Yu Zui stood there all alone, looking out of place.

He carefully protected his arm, which was in a cast, with his left hand, trying to minimize his presence.

As a genuine undercover police officer.

Yu Zui was unaware of Li Mo'an's plans.

Due to the significant information gap.

He thought Li Mo'an really wanted to catch the undercover agent.

After all, Boss Li's previous analysis about "being severely punished upon returning to China" was extremely logically sound.

This perfectly aligns with the mindset of a tyrant who wants to build a vast criminal empire.

Listening to the deafening sounds of people urging each other to drink and competing in drinking games all around.

Under extreme fear.

His expression changed.

Cold sweat poured down my forehead.

Fine beads of sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the muddy ground.

He didn't even have the courage to reach out and wipe it.

He felt that even breathing had become very difficult.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, as if it might burst out of my ribs at any moment.

He was thinking rapidly.

Thinking about how to break the deadlock.

but.

Reality, however, was like an impenetrable net, trapping him firmly within it.

"Drinking it is definitely not an option," he thought painfully to himself.

Although he received specialized training in resisting interrogation at the police academy.

They also know how to use psychological suggestion to counteract the numbing effects of truth serum and alcohol.

but.

Human physiological limits are objectively real.

In this environment filled with bloodshed and violence.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of outlaws.

If someone is forced to drink a large amount of strong liquor, their rational defenses will collapse.

Even if it's just an unconscious dream talk or a subtle micro-expression.

They could all expose their true identities.

He was destined to be hacked to death.

"But not drinking is even worse."

Yu Zui watched as those female prostitutes, carrying wine bowls, went around looking for people to drink with.

Everyone is using alcohol to prove their innocence.

If he holds a glass of water by himself, or simply refuses to drink alcohol.

This unconventional act was like lighting a searchlight in the dark.

It's obvious to everyone that he has something to hide.

At that point, there will be no need for Boss Li to interrogate them.

The drunken bastards around him, eager to gain favor, would tear him to pieces.

Break the situation?

There is simply no way to break this deadlock.

This is a perfect vicious cycle.

Whether you move forward or backward, it's all a bottomless abyss.

Yu Zui clenched his back teeth tightly.

The muscles in his cheeks bulged out due to excessive exertion.

He felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

It is precisely when sin is restless and anxious.

On the high platform.

Li Mo'an's gaze pierced through the firelight and locked onto his location.

The crime that falls into the margins.

Li Mo'an looked at him.

Looking at the other person's deathly pale face and their forehead that was constantly sweating.

And those eyes, looking around like a startled rabbit.

He shook his head slightly.

I was speechless.

He said, speechless, "Stop looking around, drink up."

The voice that said this was not loud.

They did not shout at the top of their lungs.

But it stood out remarkably clearly in the noisy square.

Like a thunderclap ripped through the night sky, it landed precisely on that corner at the edge.

Upon hearing the sound, several fan leaders nearby stopped what they were doing and turned to look.

Li Mo'an remained silent.

He had no intention of eliminating the undercover agents at all.

He suggested drinking purely to get these fan leaders drunk so he could figure out a way to take them all down at once.

But Yu Zui's behavior was simply too much for him to bear.

What I was thinking was, you don't drink, so it's not very obvious.

Everyone was drinking like crazy.

You huddle to the side, not touching a drop of alcohol, and still have to put on that guilty look.

Isn't this blatantly telling others that you have a problem?

He was the undercover leader.

His mind was filled with master-level undercover knowledge.

If you pick any basic rule, you'll know that in such group activities, conforming and pretending is the first priority for survival.

But this guy did the opposite.

No matter how you look at it, I feel that this undercover agent is unqualified.

He's practically a complete novice who hasn't grasped the essence of things at all.

Upon hearing this reminder, Yu Zui froze.

His left hand remained in the position of protecting his right arm, completely forgetting to put it down.

My legs felt as heavy as lead, and I couldn't move an inch.

Yu Zui's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Breathing almost stopped.

He felt as if the air around him had been sucked away at that moment.

Countless gazes fell upon him as if they were real, making him feel as if he were being pricked by needles.

A storm raged in my mind.

I just felt like I'd been discovered.

Recalling Boss Li's unpredictable methods and those calm eyes that seemed to see through everything.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

Or.

He had already been discovered; the other party was just playing cat and mouse.

This self-constructive, imagined scenario instantly shattered all his psychological defenses.

He felt that Boss Li's calm words just now were the final ultimatum.

It was a warning to him that his true nature had been completely exposed and that he should stop making any futile struggles.

Under extreme psychological pressure.

He dared not have any more thoughts of resistance.

He knew that he was surrounded by tens of thousands of troops, and faced with this ruthless new warlord.

Escaping is nothing but a laughable pipe dream.

The only way to survive is to obey.

Only by obeying the boss's orders can one have even a second more of a chance to live.

His lips trembled.

He stretched out his intact left hand, trembling.

Then, he quickly picked up the wine bowl in front of him and drank it in large gulps.