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

Within Myanmar's borders.

In the joint command center of Interpol's secret branch, the exhaust fans emitted a monotonous hum.

Commander Lei stood in front of the large control panel, clutching his personal cell phone, whose screen had gone dark.

He seemed frozen in place, staring blankly at the large screen in front of him, the shock in his eyes beyond words.

Just half a minute ago.

He was still frantically imagining the young man's situation in his mind.

He imagined the other person was hiding in some dangerous corner, right under the noses of countless armed thugs, desperately pleading for help in a trembling voice.

result.

What came through the receiver, however, was a flat and uninspired report of the battle results.

The huge discrepancy between the pre-set scenario and the reality completely overwhelmed the brain of this top anti-drug squad leader.

It wasn't just Chief Lei who was dumbfounded.

The female detective from Tokyo University standing to the side was also dumbfounded.

She had her arms crossed in front of her chest, expressing her disapproval of this so-called celebrity's behavior of coming to the front lines and causing trouble.

When the call connected, she even pricked up her ears, ready to listen to how the pampered celebrity would cry and beg for mercy.

However, that one sentence shattered all her professional common sense.

Her mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were wide open.

More than a hundred big fan leaders?

That is the core layer of the entire underground network of Dongda University.

She simply couldn't understand how an artist who hadn't even attended a police academy could arrest all these people.

The air in the command center fell silent.

Shortly after, a regular busy tone came from the phone.

Hang up.

Captain Lei then seemed to wake from a dream, slowly lowered his arm, and gasped for breath, feeling that all his decades of drug enforcement experience had been wasted.

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Meanwhile, Li Mo'an...

A cool night breeze blew through the open-air square at Sanbianpo, dispersing the lingering pungent smell of gunpowder in the air.

Li Mo'an hung up the phone calmly.

He casually slipped his phone into the pocket of his casual jacket, his gaze sweeping across the wide open space paved with bluestone slabs.

Those big shots who wielded immense influence in the provinces of the East were now lying on the ground in various extremely unseemly poses.

The burly northern leader was clinging to the table leg, while the bald tyrant lay sprawled on the pile of wine, snoring loudly.

Looking at this unsuspecting, ready-made success.

Then he thought to himself, "Others say I don't have enough perception of danger."

That's pure prejudice.

Following his unusual thought process, the sequence of events becomes very clear.

He ventured deep into enemy territory alone and finally managed to take down all of these most dangerous criminals.

Isn't this the most urgent moment to close the net?

"Lei Zi and the director of the Yanghai City police station, among others, are completely oblivious."

Li Mo'an silently complained to himself.

"It's so urgent, why don't you just believe in yourself?"

"Sending people over to move these guys is the real priority. Instead, one of them hung up on me, while the other kept asking me all sorts of questions on the phone."

He felt that the efficiency of these officials was truly appalling.

If I wait until these guys sober up, won't all my efforts be wasted?

As he thought this to himself, Li Mo'an slapped his forehead.

He suddenly realized that there was still one step he hadn't done.

These big fans are indeed deeply intoxicated and sleeping like helpless dead pigs.

But no one can guarantee how long they will sleep.

Just in case.

I should tie up all these big fan leaders while they're all drunk.

As long as everything is tied tightly, then there will be absolutely no chance of failure.

Do it when you think of it.

He turned his head, preparing to look for some sturdy hemp rope or restraints used to bind the warlord's supplies.

but.

Just as he took his first step.

His stomach suddenly started rumbling.

The hunger came on very suddenly and intensely.

He had just boasted that he had a clear understanding of the situation and believed that he had sufficient perception.

When faced with physiological needs, the priorities of actions are immediately changed.

He stopped searching for the rope and turned to walk to the long table next to him, which was covered with food.

The whole roasted lamb on the table was still emitting an enticing warmth.

Because the previous drinking contest was so intense, everyone was so focused on drinking that they didn't eat much.

Li Mo'an did not hesitate at all.

Pick up a golden-brown roasted lamb leg.

I took a bite, and the aroma of the oil instantly filled my mouth.

He continued munching away as he slowly weaved through the crowd of drunkards, tying them up as he went.

This leisurely behavior, full of life, stands in stark contrast to the bloody and cruel lawless environment around it.

And at that time...

In the quiet square, apart from the occasional crackling of firewood from the brazier and the heavy breathing of the fans, there was no other sound.

A tentative voice suddenly rang out in the silent square.

"Um, Boss Li, if I heard correctly, you were just calling the police?"

Although the voice was hoarse and trembling, it was clear under the empty night sky.

Li Mo'an stopped chewing.

Li Mo'an turned his head to look over.

Following the direction of the sound, they saw Old Wang, the one who had said he could drink forever.

At the previous banquet, this confident old Wang became the first person to collapse.

He did indeed pass out after just one drink.

but.

He has one very notable characteristic: he sobers up quickly.

The enzymes in the liver that break down alcohol appear to be unusually active and have an extremely high metabolic capacity.

To a certain extent, if he can sleep for ten minutes or so and recover from the shock, he really can keep drinking.

now.

Old Wang was bracing himself against the cold bluestone floor, trying to sit up straight.

Those bloodshot eyes stared at Li Mo'an in disbelief.

Old Wang felt like his brain was a complete mess.

He had just recovered from the effects of alcohol and still had a splitting headache.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the high and mighty Boss Li holding a cell phone and saying that he would send people to pick up more than a hundred drug dealers.

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If it were anyone else, facing such a situation of being caught red-handed by criminals...

They're definitely going to panic.

After all, in such a violent warlord stronghold, once the undercover agent's identity is exposed...

That's too dangerous.

but.

Li Mo'an, however, felt it was no big deal.

Make a judgment based on his unique logic.

Old Wang, who was unarmed, simply sat on the ground and asked a question.

After all, it's just questioning me, not trying to kill me, so what danger is there?

As long as there's no knife to your throat, and no direct physical harm, the situation is completely under control.

After swallowing the meat in my mouth.

He met Old Wang's gaze calmly.

There was not a trace of stuttering, nor any hint of guilt.

Then, he calmly replied, "You heard me right, but I was just checking to see if anyone was awake."

That statement was made with complete confidence.

There wasn't a single pause in his voice, as if calling the police was a scientific method used to test his younger brother's sleep quality.

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Old Wang was stunned by this answer.

Li Mo'an gave him no room to think.

Take half a step forward.

Then, Li Mo'an's gaze gradually turned dangerous.

Those once clear eyes were instantly shrouded in a chilling and oppressive aura befitting a top leader.

He stared down at Old Wang, his voice low and authoritative.

He looked at Old Wang and said, "I told you I'd use the method of 'telling the truth when drunk' to find out who the undercover agent is."

Old Wang subconsciously shrank his neck.

Immediately afterwards, Li Mo'an's next sentence came crashing down.

"You woke up before I even took your test."

"You're suspected of faking being drunk."

These few sentences brought about a complete 180-degree reversal.

The person who was originally at a disadvantage and being questioned was instantly transformed into a judge who held the power of life and death.

Old Wang, on the other hand, went from being a clear-headed individual who discovered the secret to a suspected mole attempting to cover his tracks.

After being turned around and accused by Li Mo'an.

The doubts in Old Wang's mind were instantly swallowed up by immense fear.

after all.

If the other side accuses me of being an undercover agent, I will definitely be drowned in the river and fed to the fish.

Extreme panic instantly shattered his psychological defenses.

I broke out in a cold sweat.