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

In that dimly lit corner at the edge of the open-air plaza.

Yu Zui held a large, rough porcelain bowl with several chips on the rim in his left hand.

Because his right arm was in a thick cast, the simple action seemed somewhat clumsy to perform with only one hand.

The crisp liquor emitted a pungent alcoholic odor that assaulted his nostrils.

He didn't dare hesitate for even a second.

Bring the bowl directly to your lips and tilt your head back.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently up and down.

That local specialty, strong rice wine, has an extremely high alcohol content.

As the liquid flowed down my throat, it felt like a burning flame crashing into my stomach.

The intense spiciness almost made him spit out all the alcohol he had just drunk.

But the instinct for survival overcame the physical discomfort.

The muscles in his cheeks bulged high as he tried his best to endure.

"I have to drink it!" Yu Zui roared madly in his heart.

He felt that this was the final ultimatum issued to him by the cunning Boss Li.

If he didn't drink it or showed any resistance, the ravenous fans around him would tear him to shreds in an instant.

On the high platform.

Li Mo'an sat upright in the large armchair covered with a colorful tiger skin.

My gaze passed over the flickering firelight.

He looked down calmly.

Looking at Yu Zui's reckless way of chugging alcohol down his throat.

This is the kind of behavior that makes you want to drown yourself in a bowl of wine on the spot.

Li Jiajun remained silent.

I was just casually reminding him, worried that this unsociable guy might be targeted by others because he was too different.

The person's reaction was as if they had been subjected to an extremely shocking event.

My gaze lingered on that corner for a few more moments.

Li Jiajun glanced at the other person a couple more times.

They watched as the other person drank more heavily than anyone else.

Not only did they swallow large gulps, but they also poured it out too quickly and forcefully.

There was simply not enough time to swallow the large amount of alcohol.

It flowed straight down his chin.

It was dripping all over my clothes.

The clothes, which were originally fairly dry, were now soaking wet and clinging to her chest, dripping water.

His disheveled yet resolute appearance stood out conspicuously in the entire square.

Seeing this scene.

Li Mo'an was speechless again.

As a man whose mind is filled with master-level undercover knowledge.

He knew perfectly well that in such a collective frenzy, blending in with the crowd was the most ingenious form of disguise.

Although everyone was competing to drink, at least there was a gradual process involved.

This guy, on the other hand, went and made it look so tragic.

"Just drink at the same pace as everyone else."

Thinking to myself.

He thought the man's acting was really terrible.

This overly exaggerated behavior is practically screaming "I have a guilty conscience" on its forehead.

There's no need to be so extravagant.

Li Mo'an withdrew his gaze and stopped paying attention to the other person.

He turned his head and looked at the messenger standing below the steps, responsible for serving him.

Tonight's objective is not merely to take down these hundreds of leaders in the hall.

The real threat is the tens of thousands of privately armed men outside carrying real weapons.

If you're going to do it, do it thoroughly.

Then.

He calmly gave his orders.

Then, Li Jiajun invited his brothers outside to drink as well.

Once this command is issued...

Zou Jiulong stands diagonally behind the high platform.

This is an old policeman who has spent most of his life working at the grassroots level.

I felt a fine layer of cold sweat break out on my back.

Due to the huge information gap, Lao Zou's thinking went completely astray.

"He's trying to win people over!" Old Zou thought painfully to himself.

In this lawless land, what do tens of thousands of vicious desperados value most?

Besides real money, it's about the kind of lavish meals and drinks that allow you to share the joys and sorrows with the top leader.

Li Laoda first used swift and decisive measures to suppress the warlords and establish his authority.

Now they're using this kind of revelry to win over tens of thousands of low-level henchmen.

This is entirely a tactic used by powerful figures to win over their troops.

The order was quickly relayed via walkie-talkie.

The tens of thousands of henchmen outside the manor.

Those armed personnel who were originally on guard in the dark.

Upon learning that he could also participate in this celebratory feast.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

They pried open boxes of stored foreign liquor.

They also raised their bottles.

Shouting Li Laoda's name, they joined the all-night revelry.

The deafening noise echoed through the high stone walls, reverberating throughout the night sky.

Time slipped away quietly amidst this frenzied indulgence.

As time went on.

On the towering iron pillar, the firewood in the brazier gradually burned out, emitting sporadic sounds.

And those high-proof liquors that were drunk without restraint.

It's finally starting to work.

Alcohol completely numbed their brains, destroying the last line of defense for these powerful figures.

Everyone was drunk.

The fan leaders, who were initially wary and testing each other, completely lost their minds.

The northern leader, whose face was full of scars, had a completely swollen tongue.

He put his arm around the neck of the bald tycoon.

He staggered, unable to even stand steadily.

The two were talking nonsense.

He was spouting nonsense about how he would be all-powerful back in China.

Before long, the two tripped over each other and fell to the ground together.

Look around.

The big fans in the square were all drunk.

Some clung to the wine jars, refusing to let go, while others clung to the iron pillars and wept loudly.

Some collapsed and couldn't get up.

They lay sprawled haphazardly on the bluestone slabs.

The entire open-air plaza had become a sea of ​​drunkards.

And among these drunken people.

One person's posture looked quite comical.

Earlier, at the beginning of the banquet.

That guy patted his chest and guaranteed, boasting that he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.

That guy, Old Wang, who always drinks it.

I can still vividly recall their confident and determined demeanor at the time.

Her face was as red as a monkey's bottom.

As it turns out, his liver's ability to metabolize alcohol wasn't as powerful as he boasted.

In this brutal drinking contest.

He couldn't even make it through one lap.

He was knocked out after just one cup.

The vodka bottle in his hand had long since rolled to the side.

He lost his support and slid down the chair.

He lay sprawled out under the table.

His chest heaved violently as he snored.

The snoring sounded especially loud in the now quiet square.

A night breeze blew by.

Those bosses who were usually feared throughout the country were all brought down without bloodshed at a single banquet.

There was no one left in the square who could remain conscious and standing.

Outside the manor.

Those peripheral henchmen are not a concern.

After all, the people who could lead the group were all drunk.

Now, Li Mo'an is the only one leading the group.

So next...