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

The reception hall of the Central Police Station of Yanghai City.

The bright incandescent light at night was dazzling, illuminating the area as if it were daytime.

In this quiet, almost stagnant space, the slightly casual male voice coming from the loudspeaker was like a depth charge dropped into a calm lake.

"Um, Director, my name is Li Mo'an."

The police station chief was completely dumbfounded when he heard the name "Li Mo'an".

His foot, which he had just been about to lift to pour himself a drink of water, froze in mid-air.

He maintained a comical pose, as if he had become a frozen statue.

The expression on his face, which was a mixture of amusement and exasperation at hearing the absurd false alarm, froze instantly.

Only in those eyes, which were somewhat cloudy from staying up all night, was an extremely incredible light bursting forth.

"Li Mo'an?"

"This name"

He felt as if his brain processor had been struck by lightning, instantly overloaded, and went completely blank.

He remembers that name vividly!

You could even say it was unforgettable!

Not long after, didn't Lao Zou and the others follow this young man named Li Mo'an to capture that big-time drug lord Zhao Zhihai?

Finally, they packed the person up and handed them over to the anti-drug police at the border!

This case was handled so beautifully, so incredibly moving!

After that, Lao Zou and several other police officers unusually submitted leave applications together.

At the time, he wondered if these old buddies were getting a little too cocky.

"You just solved a major case and made such a great contribution, and now you're thinking of taking a collective leave to go on a carefree trip?"

He remembers looking at those sick leave slips with all sorts of bizarre reasons and feeling amused.

However, upon further reflection, he realized that Lao Zou and his men's capture of Zhao Zhihai, that big-time drug lord, was indeed a remarkable achievement, a hard-earned accomplishment.

Even heroes need rest.

So, he readily approved the leave with a stroke of his pen.

In his idyllic vision, Lao Zou and his friends should be comfortably fishing and drinking tea at some picturesque farmhouse, enjoying a rare holiday.

But now!

He then heard Li Mo'an's name again!

And he heard it from a false police report that he considered to be "bragging so much it almost killed him"!

Even more outrageous, this Li Mo'an on the phone claimed to have arrested more than a hundred drug traffickers!

How could this not leave him stunned?

At that moment, countless thoughts flooded his mind.

On the other end of the phone.

Li Mo'an's calm, emotionless voice seemed to indicate that the other person was thinking about Lao Zou and his own affairs.

"Don't think about it, Director."

"I'm Li Mo'an, the one who arrested Zhao Zhihai with Lao Zou."

"The reason we asked Lao Zou and the others to take leave was so that they could come to Sanbianpo."

Then.

Li Mo'an recounted everything that had happened during this period in a calm tone, as if telling someone else's story.

From how they followed Zhao Zhihai's henchmen all the way west, to how they played "hide-and-seek" with the police on the border.

Then, how did he lead all the party leaders in Yunnan Province to launch an armed rebellion against the local warlords in the lawless land of Sanbianpo?

And finally, how he used a "drunken truth-telling" banquet to get hundreds of big-time thugs drunk without firing a shot.

He spoke at a measured pace throughout the entire process.

There was no hint of boasting or excitement in his tone; it was as casual as saying he ate two bowls of rice for lunch.

but.

Every word he uttered, every detail he described, reached the ears of the people in the hall.

They all crashed down hard on their worldview.

As Li Mo'an's calm narration faded away.

The entire police station's reception hall had fallen into an eerie silence.

The police station chief was dumbfounded.

He stood there dumbfounded, his mouth agape, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

He felt as if he was listening not to a case report, but to a magical realist blockbuster that mixed elements of fantasy, military, and dark humor.

The new female operator who caused the disaster due to her operational error was also dumbfounded.

Her hands were still suspended in mid-air, her face was covered in cold sweat, but her eyes were completely vacant.

The other operators in the lobby who had been eavesdropping all turned into petrified statues.

And among these people whose worldviews were shattered.

The most vehement reaction came from the female operator who had been the first to hang up on Li Mo'an.

At this moment, she is sitting at her workstation.

The ballpoint pen in my hand had fallen to the ground at some point.

She stared wide-eyed at the loudspeaker that was playing sound.

My mind is a complete mess.

"That's not right."

"This sounds so convincing."

"Were you just bragging?"

Such a thought came to her mind.

Then, she stiffly turned her head and her gaze fell on the director who was still in a comical pose not far away.

When she saw the director's face, pale with shock and even twitching slightly.

She became even more convinced of her idea.

If something could frighten a well-informed director like this, it absolutely has to be true!

So, you're really not just bragging?

The thought exploded in her mind.

Immediately afterwards, an even more absurd and outrageous emotion swept over her entire body.

"But this is even more outrageous than the hype suggests!"

"One person, with just a few plainclothes officers from a local police station, dares to go abroad and take down a warlord?"

"And he even managed to get over a hundred big-time thugs drunk?"

She felt that this was no longer just bragging; it was practically a myth!

It was a modern urban legend unfolding right before her eyes!

Just when everyone's values ​​were teetering on the brink of being reshaped and collapsing.

Li Mo'an's voice broke the silence on the other end of the phone.

"Chief, that's the situation."

"I need help right now. Could you give me Lao Lei's phone number?"

"I can contact him."

"Before, he cooperated with me and helped me cross the border smoothly with these big fan leaders. At that time, we cooperated quite well, using what we knew well and not what we didn't."

"And I made an appointment with him, but I forgot to ask him for his phone number."

Old Lei?

Hearing this familiar, even somewhat disrespectful, title...

The police station chief's brain, which had already shut down, was forcibly restarted.

His pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

"Old Lei?"

"Commander Lei?!"

A guess he never dared to even think about erupted from the depths of his heart like a volcanic eruption.

Who else could be "Old Lei," capable of mobilizing border police forces and coordinating undercover operations, but the head of the provincial anti-drug squad?!

Meanwhile.

Far away in Myanmar, there was a heavily guarded secret branch of Interpol.

Inside the brightly lit joint command center.

Commander Lei stood in front of the huge electronic sand table, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with anxiety and worry.

He always felt like he had forgotten something crucial, but he just couldn't remember it.

Just as he was feeling agitated and was about to get a cup of coffee to perk himself up,

"Achoo—!"

He suddenly sneezed loudly.