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

Within the territory of Dongda University.

Inside the police reception hall of the Central District Police Station in Yanghai City.

The bright light from the overhead incandescent bulbs illuminated the office area as if it were daytime, even though it was late at night.

The police station chief stood next to the young operator's workstation.

Sweat trickled down his forehead and dripped onto the floor.

At this moment, the old policeman, who had spent half his life working at the grassroots level, was breathing heavily.

In just the last few minutes.

The police station chief confirmed repeatedly that Li Mo'an had indeed arrested more than a hundred drug traffickers.

He was completely stunned.

Those weren't just a hundred or so ducks running around in the market.

Those were over a hundred prostitute leaders who wielded immense influence in underground networks across various provinces, their hands stained with blood!

The director was well aware of the seriousness of the matter.

This level of transnational crime is so big that even if you put all the police force of the Yanghai City Police Department on the line, let alone a small downtown police station, it might not be able to handle it.

But this leads to a troublesome problem.

As the head of a local police station, his usual authority is limited to reporting to the leaders of the branch bureau or the municipal bureau.

Even if this case really caused a huge uproar.

He also did not have Lei Zongdui's personal contact information.

That's the head of the provincial anti-drug squad, a big shot of that caliber who's not someone a low-level cadre like him can easily contact.

"I need to find someone I can talk to and who can directly contact the provincial government." This thought came to his mind.

I quickly went through the network of contacts within the Municipal Bureau in my mind.

soon.

A name popped up.

Without the slightest hesitation, he contacted Captain Chen.

As a key member of the municipal anti-drug squad, the other party has long-term business dealings with the provincial department and definitely has channels to contact high-ranking officials in the provincial department.

The director quickly took out his cell phone from his uniform pocket and dialed the number.

The camera then switches to the office of the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Anti-Drug Brigade.

The night was deep, and the city outside the window had fallen asleep.

Only the occasional passing car casts dappled shadows on the road.

Team Leader Chen was leaning back in his chair behind his desk.

The ashtray on the desk was piled high with cigarette butts lying haphazardly.

Team Leader Chen was still a bit sullen because he couldn't join the hunting operation.

Not long ago, his passionate application to join the fight was ruthlessly rejected by the provincial department.

This sense of frustration has left him in a low mood for the past few days.

Just as he took a deep drag on his cigarette and felt a lump in his throat.

The phone on the table suddenly rang.

The crisp ringing of the bell sounded particularly jarring in the quiet office.

Team Leader Chen stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette in his hand.

Reach out.

Captain Chen picked up the receiver and put it to his ear.

"Hey, Old Chen, something terrible has happened!"

As soon as the call connected, the urgent voice of the head of the city's police station came through the receiver.

Listening to the other person's voice, which was slightly off-key due to excessive excitement.

Captain Chen straightened up slightly, and his previously drowsy mind instantly became clearer.

Then, he received a call from the police station chief, listening to his urgent report over the phone.

As I listened...

Captain Chen was completely dumbfounded.

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes slightly wide, and for a moment he even thought there was something wrong with his ears.

What is the other person saying?

That Li Mo'an.

He also brought along Lao Zou and several other plainclothes officers who were about to retire or had only worked as local police officers.

Not only did they successfully navigate the intricate network laid out by the provincial authorities, but they also ventured to Sanbianpo, a foreign country.

They got over a hundred big-shot fan leaders from various provinces who were on their way to the meeting drunk and arrested them.

Do we still need to find Chief Lei to take over?

Reason told him that this was simply impossible.

As a seasoned veteran of the anti-drug police force, he was all too aware of the difficulties involved.

What is Sanbianpo?

How can a celebrity and a few local police officers achieve this level of success?

Do you rely on your words?

This report, which defied all common sense and tactical logic in policing, struck him as utterly absurd.

He frowned, his expression shifting.

The image of Lao Zou's leave request, "The world is so big, I want to go see it," flashed through my mind, along with the outrageous things Li Mo'an had done before.

but.

No matter how much trouble Li Mo'an caused, he could never accomplish something so miraculous.

Then, he still wondered if the police station chief had been drinking fake alcohol.

Only someone who has ingested excessive amounts of substandard industrial alcohol, causing severe hallucinations in their central nervous system, would call a hotline in the middle of the night to spout such nonsense.

"Old Liu."

Captain Chen took a deep breath, trying to make his tone sound calm.

"Did you drink fake alcohol?"

"If you're too tired from the night shift, go take a nap. Don't try to make fun of me with this kind of international joke. How could Lao Zou and his team possibly go all the way to Sanbianpo to catch more than a hundred drug lords? Your boasting is completely unfounded."

The police station chief on the other end of the phone was speechless for a moment.

He had already guessed that Captain Chen would react this way.

If it were someone from not long ago who came up to him with these thoughts, he would have definitely thrown that person into the sobering-up room to calm down.

Knowing that such a fantastical thing is impossible to explain with words alone is useless.

Without any substantial evidence, such a record that defies the limits of common sense, no matter how vividly it is told, sounds like a cheap midnight joke.

To convince Captain Chen.

The police station chief was speechless and had no choice but to give up on trying to explain further.

"Old Chen, I know you don't believe me. At first, I also thought he was a crazy person who came to make a false police report."

"How about we start a video call?"

Soon, a video call request popped up.

Team Leader Chen clicked "Accept".

Then, the two of them contacted Li Mo'an and started a video call.

It spanned thousands of miles.

Live footage from overseas instantly filled the computer screen in Captain Chen's office.

Initially, the image was somewhat blurry due to a slight delay in the signal.

But only two seconds passed.

The camera focuses.

When you can see the scene on the screen clearly.

Whether it's the head of the police station in the city center or Captain Chen sitting in his office chair.

Seeing all those big-name fans on the ground, I was shocked once again.

Chen's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

Through the screen, they could clearly see the spacious open-air plaza on the three slopes.

On the four towering iron pillars, the remaining firewood still emitted a faint glow.

The orange-red light illuminated the wide square paved with bluestone slabs.

In this lawless land that should have been a den of dragons and tigers.

The big pinkies were lying all over the ground, sprawling about.

Some lay sprawled out under the wooden table.

Some were holding empty wine jars, drooling, and snoring loudly.

Some were tangled together, lying in an unseemly manner among the scattered bottles.

They were all dead drunk and completely incapacitated.

Team Leader Chen's gaze swept quickly across the screen.

As a key member of the anti-drug squad, he has studied countless wanted files of key individuals on a regular basis.

Those faces, which he could recognize even if they were reduced to ashes, were now appearing before him without any warning.

He saw the ruthless, menacing leader who had been entrenched in the north.

I saw that bald-headed tycoon who controlled the coastal smuggling channels.

I even saw a few seasoned veterans who had been on wanted posters for almost ten years.

These people are usually like foxes, hiding behind the scenes and remotely directing operations in the country.

The police would need to expend a great deal of manpower and resources, and even pay the price of bloodshed, in order to capture any one of them.

But now.

There are at least a hundred big fan leaders.

Like cabbages that can't be sold in the market, they are haphazardly piled up in this open-air square.

This intense visual impact shattered the police common sense that Captain Chen had built up over the years.

His scalp tingled.

I was speechless.

In this incredible scene, the camera pans slightly.

The image showed Li Mo'an's handsome face.

He stood out from the crowd of unconscious desperados around him.

But his expression showed no sign of the tension one might expect from being trapped in enemy territory.

He simply held his phone, staring calmly at the screen.

It was as if I were just taking a walk in a quiet park and casually snapped a picture of a group of drunk homeless people.

There was no excitement about taking credit.

There was no fatigue after a major battle.

It was that kind of natural calm.

Team Leader Chen suddenly stood up, the chair behind him making a screeching sound.

The loud noise seemed unusually jarring in the quiet office.

He gripped the edge of the desk tightly with both hands, leaning forward.

He stared intently at the screen, breathing heavily.

His chest heaved violently from the overwhelming visual shock.

Those pink heads lying haphazardly.

The bottles were scattered all over the ground.

There are also warlord guards at the edge of the scene whose weapons appear to have been confiscated.

All of this was proving an incredible fact to him.

This finally confirmed that what Li Mo'an said was true.

That celebrity, along with a few local police officers, went to Sanbianpo and rounded up all the top fans in Dongguo!

The merit and impact of this matter have been thoroughly exposed.

This is absolutely an unprecedented and perhaps never-to-be-repeated case in the history of drug prohibition in the East.

Once these hundreds of noodle leaders are all escorted back to the country, the entire underground noodle network in the East will suffer a devastating blow.

This should at least ensure that the Eastern Kingdom will be free from major worries for ten years!

At this point, Li Mo'an said, "Can you give me Lei Zi's phone number now?"

The voice remained calm and even, without any ripples.

It was as if what he wanted wasn't the private line to the head of the provincial anti-drug brigade.

Instead, he was trying to get a delivery number from someone.

Hearing this casual, even somewhat江湖-style (jianghu-like) title...

The two ends of a video communication.

Whether it's Captain Chen sitting at his desk or the station chief far away in the police station's reception hall.

The two men's lips twitched, and they were internally cursing: You call Chief Lei "Lei Zi"?