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

Within Myanmar's borders.

A secret branch of Interpol.

Inside the fortress, built of solid concrete, the joint command center was brightly lit.

On the huge electronic display screen, various satellite cloud images and data on the surrounding terrain are constantly being updated.

Dozens of professional technicians sat at their workstations, their hands rapidly typing on keyboards, busily comparing and analyzing various intelligence in real time.

Team Leader Lei stood at the edge of the giant control panel at the very front.

He put his hands behind his back.

His resolute face was filled with solemnity, and his two thick, dark eyebrows were tightly furrowed together.

Accompanied by the monotonous sound of his footsteps, he paced back and forth in the limited space.

Some time has passed since Li Mo'an led his group of Yunnan Province's big fans across the border.

During this period, the Tokyo University police and Interpol completely lost any concrete information about the young man.

This absolute lack of information left Captain Lei feeling as if his heart was suspended in mid-air, unable to go up or down.

He knew all too well just how dangerous the land of Sanbianpo was.

There are no laws there, only naked self-interest and violence.

Even the most rigorously trained top agent would have a negligible chance of survival if alone in an environment surrounded by tens of thousands of private armed men and hundreds of desperados.

What's more, the one who ventured into the lion's den was a celebrity who had never even attended a regular police academy.

"How is he now?" Captain Lei asked himself anxiously.

Did those cunning and shrewd drug lords see through his disguise?

If something really happened to Li Mo'an abroad, he felt he would never be able to forgive himself, let alone face the loyal and heroic ancestors of the Li family.

On the other side of the command hall.

A female criminal police officer sits in front of a computer.

She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the file information about Li Mo'an that had been retrieved on the screen.

This female detective from the University of Tokyo served as the intelligence liaison officer for Interpol and was involved in coordinating the entire transnational assistance operation.

Although she knew that the person that Dongda University had gone to such lengths to rescue was the last remaining member of the family of martyrs.

Emotionally and morally, she deeply admired this heroic lineage.

but.

When she found out the other person was just a celebrity.

She couldn't help but harbor some resentment.

In her professional understanding, combating transnational drug cartels is a brutal war that allows no room for complacency.

This requires honed combat skills, an iron will, and the awareness to be ready to sacrifice at any time.

An artist who lives under the spotlight year-round, surrounded by fans and bodyguards.

By all accounts, they seem completely unrelated to this brutal profession.

"Public figures who haven't received any stress management training probably wouldn't even be able to withstand the most basic interrogation if they fell into the hands of drug lords." Such a thought crossed her mind.

She felt that Li Mo'an had just recklessly followed a group of fans to Sanbianpo.

He wasn't acting as an undercover agent at all.

They're just causing trouble for these real law enforcement officers.

Now, in order to rescue this burden that could collapse at any moment.

The entire joint command center has consumed enormous human and material resources and is even ready to trigger a large-scale armed conflict at any time.

In her view, this was a serious waste of public policing resources.

She had already pictured the young man's miserable state in her mind.

Who knows, the other person might be hiding in some dark corner right now, trembling with fear.

While weeping bitterly, she regretted playing such a deadly role-playing game.

Just as the entire command hall was shrouded in this atmosphere of anxiety, doubt, and oppression.

On the main control panel.

The ordinary cell phone belonging to Captain Lei suddenly vibrated without warning.

"Buzz—Buzz—Buzz—"

The dull thud was particularly clear in the relatively quiet hall.

Lei, the squad leader, stopped in his tracks.

He turned around abruptly, his gaze locking onto the vibrating phone on the table as if it were a physical object.

Several other senior police officers in the lobby, who were responsible for liaison, were also drawn by the sound and turned to look at the source of the noise.

Commander Lei strode forward.

He picked up his phone and glanced at the screen.

The screen displays a string of numbers representing an unknown caller ID, without any notes or comments.

I saw this number.

A sudden flash of inspiration struck me.

He then remembered that he had forgotten something.

Previously, on the bank of the river at the border, he and Li Mo'an communicated remotely using coded language to confirm each other's identities.

The situation was urgent, and both sides were putting on an act for the sake of those tyrants.

While allowing the other party to lead their team across the border, I was so shocked by their outrageous actions that I was overwhelmed.

I completely forgot to give Li Mo'an an emergency phone number that I could contact directly.

He originally intended to hang up the phone.

But then, a thought struck him.

The fingers shifted slightly.

I accepted it anyway.

As the answer button was pressed, the call was connected.

however.

In the very next second.

The answering call startled him.

Because of this phone call.

It was Li Mo'an who called.

Lei's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart pounded in his chest.

After a brief moment of surprise.

A huge wave of doubt instantly washed over me.

I clearly forgot to give Li Mo'an my phone number, so how did this kid get in touch with me?

On the other end of the phone.

Standing at the edge of the square of the warlord manor in Sanbianpo, Li Mo'an seemed to know what he was thinking.

"Don't be confused, Lei Zi."

His voice remained characteristically calm, without the slightest tremor or panic that might have been caused by being in enemy territory.

"I got your phone number from the Yanghai City Police Station."

Li Mo'an explained simply in a calm and unhurried tone.

Then.

He then added a few more words.

"I'll make it short."

The instant I heard those words.

Lei Zongdui didn't care at all about Li Mo'an calling him "Lei Zi".

All his attention was completely drawn to the phrase "make a long story short".

At that moment, a thought suddenly crossed his mind.

A strong sense of tension surged through my body like an electric current, and my palms instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

Based on Chief Lei's extensive criminal investigation experience and established logical reasoning.

An undercover agent who infiltrated the enemy's lair alone suddenly emphasized that he should "keep it short" when contacting his superior.

This often means that the other party is on the verge of extreme danger.

In his view, Li Mo'an must have taken a great risk and secretly made the call in a small, cramped space when the thugs weren't paying attention.

There might be armed men patrolling outside the door.

Every second they are facing is a race against death.

One wrong move and you're doomed.

This extreme sense of oppression made Captain Lei feel as if something was blocking his throat.

Commander Lei held his breath.

He dared not make a sound.

All the muscles in my body are tense.

He was like a fully drawn bow, listening quietly to Li Mo'an's next words.

He even signaled to the staff next to him with his eyes that they should be ready to track the signal source and launch a forced landing at any time.

then.

next second.

Then, Chief Lei heard Li Mo'an say the next sentence.

"I've caught over a hundred big fan leaders."

These words traveled through the radio waves to Chief Lei's ears.

Hearing this sentence from the receiver, which was spoken without any inflection or variation in tone.

Throughout the joint command center, Chief Lei remained in the position of holding his mobile phone.

Lei was completely dumbfounded.

His resolute face froze completely, his eyes bulging slightly, as if he had heard a greeting from outer space.

Because this seems to be different from what he imagined.

The perilous, life-or-death scenarios he had just conjured up in his mind shattered into dust in the face of this one sentence.

and.

You should make this as short as possible.

That's way too short!

How come over a hundred big fan leaders were suddenly arrested?!