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

Inside the warlord's manor in Burma.

A gentle night breeze swept across the wide open square, carrying away some of the daytime heat, but it couldn't dispel the strong smell of alcohol.

Li Mo'an stood in the shadows at the edge of the square, listening to the long string of busy beeps.

Slowly remove the communication device from your ear.

Looking at the phone screen that had automatically dimmed.

He casually put his phone back into the pocket of his casual jacket.

I was speechless.

But his handsome face still maintained its signature calm expression.

He did not show any anger or frustration at being hung up on by the emergency call center.

He raised his right hand and touched his chin.

Gently rub the skin on your chin with your fingertips.

Feeling the rough texture brought by the slight stubble.

He stood there, quietly thinking about what to do.

In fact, after a little deduction, he could fully understand the young female operator's actions regarding the failed emergency call.

After all, it's already late at night.

As a proper city, Yanghai City's emergency call center must handle countless miscellaneous tasks every night.

Most of them are probably minor cases involving drunken disturbances or fights.

Under that workload, I suddenly received a phone call from someone who didn't even give their specific identity and just said they had arrested more than a hundred big fan leaders.

They even specifically requested that someone from another country be sent to take over.

Upon hearing this, anyone's first reaction would be to assume they've encountered a drunkard spouting nonsense.

In addition, when he was facing Captain Lei across the river earlier, he was so focused on confirming his identity using the code words.

They definitely forgot to ask for the most crucial private contact information.

Without connections to help, it's normal to be treated as a prank when you directly call the police.

"Well, if I can't get through on the phone, so be it," he thought.

He lowered his hand from his chin.

He turned around and looked toward the center of the square.

If it were anyone else in this situation, what would happen?

Being in the most dangerous lawless place outside of China.

In this enemy camp, which was like a den of dragons and tigers, they were completely unable to contact the police back home for support.

That kind of isolated and helpless situation would absolutely make one's scalp tingle and fill one's heart with indescribable fear.

They might even be so frightened that their legs go weak and they can't even stand up straight.

But Li Mo'an wouldn't.

His way of thinking is fundamentally different from that of ordinary people.

In his unique and extraordinary logical system.

The criteria for determining danger are very simple and crude.

As long as there is no ongoing harm, it is absolutely safe.

Just like the unexploded bomb he dug out of the Mushroom House before.

Normal people feel that a bomb could explode at any time, so they feel it is dangerous.

He felt that since the bomb hadn't exploded yet, it wasn't dangerous.

The same applies to our current situation.

He looked at the scene of utter devastation before him.

Those ruthless fan leaders who usually kill without blinking are now lying on the bluestone slabs in all sorts of undignified poses.

The northern leader, with a face full of scars, was half-lying under the wooden table.

Its mouth was wide open, and it made a series of deafening snores with each breath.

The bald tyrant lay sprawled out next to the vomit.

He was still clutching an empty vodka bottle tightly in his hands, his face flushed as he slept.

In the entire open-air plaza, hundreds of thugs had all lost consciousness under the influence of alcohol.

Even the trusted henchmen responsible for guarding the area had fallen asleep leaning against the brazier pillar.

Looking at this chaotic yet utterly harmless scene.

Li Mo'an took two steps forward with a calm expression.

"After all, nothing's wrong now, is it?"

"Those who pose a threat are all asleep."

"Since everyone's asleep and doesn't even have the strength to pick up a gun, what am I afraid of?"

In his mind, a group of drunkards who had lost the ability to resist were no different from cabbages on a chopping board in a vegetable market.

It does not cause any substantial harm whatsoever.

Since there is no danger, there is no need to be impatient.

After calmly and methodically sorting out the current situation, he began to look for other ways to break the deadlock.

Although I forgot to ask for his phone number, I was unable to contact Chief Lei through regular channels.

but.

There are other people in this team who can contact Commander Lei.

His gaze passed over the bottles scattered on the ground and the drunkards.

It landed directly in that secluded corner at the very edge of the square.

It fell upon Yu Zui.

As an "undercover leader" whose mind is filled with all kinds of master-level theoretical knowledge.

He has a very clear understanding of how the police system works.

Yu Zui was a high-ranking undercover agent personally placed by the provincial department next to Zhao Zhihai.

They must have received rigorous security training.

An undercover agent of this level would have all the emergency contact numbers of their superior memorized.

The other party must know Chief Lei's phone number.

As long as Yu Zui comes forward.

Dial that exclusive number that connects directly to high-ranking officials in the provincial government.

He was able to smoothly hand over the major transnational case he had just completed to the authorities for processing.

Thinking about this...

Li Mo'an took a step forward.

He carefully avoided the arms and legs of the girls sticking out from the ground.

Stepping on scattered brass bullet casings and shattered wine glasses.

He walked unhurriedly toward the corner where Yu Zui was.

In his expectations.

As a professionally trained police officer, Yu Zui certainly wouldn't actually drink like these brainless thugs.

Just now, he was desperately chugging alcohol down his throat.

It might just be a smokescreen.

The other party must have used some fake drinking techniques learned in police academy, spilling most of the alcohol on their clothes to remain absolutely sober.

They're just waiting for me to go and make contact.

Accompanied by light footsteps.

Li Mo'an walked to the thick stone pillar.

He looked down from his vantage point.

As a result, he went closer to take a look.

The scene before him, however, caused all his deductions to fall apart instantly.

Yu Zui did not remain sober as he had expected.

Instead, he collapsed limply on the cold ground, utterly undignified.

He leaned against the pillar, his head tilting limply to one side.

That face, which originally had a somewhat roguish air, was now flushed a purplish-red from excessive alcohol consumption.

His chest heaved violently.

He was fast asleep.

With each breath, one could even hear the heavy, rattling sound caused by the alcohol irritating the airway.

He was completely asleep and unconscious.

His right arm, which was in a cast, was also smashed onto the muddy ground without any regard for its condition.

It was covered in dust and wine stains.

Looking at Yu Zui lying on the ground snoring.

Li Mo'an remained silent.

He initially thought the other person was just playing along, but he never expected them to actually get him completely drunk.

And he drank even more thoroughly than those real drug lords.

He shook his head helplessly.

He thought to himself, "This kid's really honest; he actually drank that much."

Recalling the tragic posture of the other party tilting their head back and gulping down strong liquor, I felt a pang of sadness.

He thought the other person had some brilliant way to cure a hangover.

As a result, he ended up drinking himself into this state.

"Just say you're going to drink it, that's enough."

He sighed inwardly.

Everyone was just pretending to drink; they just wanted to get by.

He insisted on being so honest that he drank himself into a stupor.

Now, the only informant who might remember Chief Lei's private phone number has also completely lost contact.

A trickle of saliva even oozed from the corner of Yu Zui's mouth.

Li Mo'an calmly shifted her gaze.

Looking at the pink-haired girl sleeping like a dead pig all over the floor.

So what should we do now?

he thinks.