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

Old Wang felt a chill run down his spine, fearing he might be mistaken for an undercover agent and eliminated.

He slumped onto the bluestone slab, his legs trembling, his hands nervously rubbing against his trouser legs.

They didn't even dare to look the young man above them in the eye.

In Lao Wang's mind, this Boss Li was always decisive and efficient.

Now that the other party has made their intentions clear, the next step will definitely be to clean house.

Old Wang swallowed hard, wanting to beg for mercy.

His throat felt like it was stuffed with dry grass, unable to produce any clear syllables, only a few meaningless sobs.

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Seeing the other person trembling.

Li Mo'an glanced at the pile of helpless female fans on the ground.

Then.

Li Mo'an smiled again and said that she believed him.

The smile appeared gentle and approachable in the firelight.

Then.

Then he said to the man, "Now I'm giving you a task: find some ropes and tie all these people up, just in case there really is an undercover agent pretending to be drunk."

The tone of this sentence was very calm, with the commanding tone characteristic of someone in a superior position.

Old Wang heard that smile, and then he heard those words.

My heart, which had sunk to the bottom, was instantly lifted up as if by a giant hand.

Only then did Old Wang breathe a sigh of relief.

Having tasks to do proves that you've cleared yourself of suspicion.

The fact that the boss was willing to entrust me with such an important cleanup task means that I was not only not considered a mole, but was also being given an important position!

The dramatic contrast between this seemingly hopeless situation and the unexpected turn of events moved Old Wang to tears.

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"Oh, right." Looking at Old Wang's face, which was gradually regaining its color.

Li Mo'an added, "After you've tied these people up, get drunk again. Don't wake up this early this time."

Old Wang quickly got up from the ground.

The answer was straightforward: "Alright, Boss Li, I've definitely taken care of it for you. They're tied up tightly, so even if there really is an undercover agent, they won't have any chance of escaping."

Old Wang patted his chest and assured him, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

When the topic turned to undercover agents, he said, "Speaking of undercover agents, I think this guy is very much like one."

Old Wang turned around.

He pointed in the direction of Yu Zui and said.

In that corner, Yu Zui was leaning against a stone pillar, drooling, fast asleep.

Old Wang recalled the scene at the beginning of the banquet and began to analyze it logically and with evidence.

He said: "The other party didn't drink at first, but after you, Boss Li, said that, he started drinking like a coward. He's probably an undercover agent."

This contradictory attitude towards drinking was, in the eyes of Lao Wang, a seasoned veteran of the underworld, the biggest flaw.

To increase the weight of his judgment, Lao Wang also got others to endorse him.

"Actually, we've all felt that something's off with this kid these past few days, but he seems to trust you a lot, Boss Li, so we haven't said anything."

Old Wang lowered his voice, his tone carrying a hint of certainty.

"But he's just too suspicious."

Listening to Lao Wang's report.

Li Mo'an remained calm, speechless.

"Is this a crime? Everyone knows he was an undercover agent!"

He glanced in the direction Old Wang was pointing and looked at the undercover police academy student who was snoring.

I felt that this was utterly absurd.

A specially trained undercover agent was exposed by a group of drug addicts whose brains had been damaged by drugs.

Moreover, a rather rigorous set of logic for skepticism has been summarized.

This undercover agent's disguise skills are simply appalling.

but.

Then, however, he was thinking—

Could it be that Yu Zui is trying to play the most dangerous trick, which is also the safest one?

After all, everyone now knows his identity.

Is his own location always the most dangerous, and then the safest?

"This kid knows how to play."

Such a thought came to Li Mo'an's mind.

He felt that this extreme disguise strategy, which disregards life and death, was indeed feasible to some extent.

Then he stroked his chin, seriously considering the feasibility of the strategy that the most dangerous place is the safest place.

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Meanwhile, on Lao Wang's side...

Unbeknownst to him, the deep and calculating Boss Li was conducting an academic seminar on undercover tactics.

In order to demonstrate their value.

Without a moment's delay, Lao Wang immediately turned around and threw himself into the heavy physical labor.

He ran to the area outside the square where supplies were piled up and found a large bundle of sturdy nylon ropes used to tie up goods.

Then, Old Wang kept tying and tying.

He first turned the burly northern leader over.

Forcefully twist the other person's hands behind their back.

It was wrapped twice with nylon rope and tied in a knot.

Next up was that bald-headed tyrant.

Old Wang used his knee to press against the other person's back and pulled hard on the rope with both hands, binding the other person like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

There were more than a hundred big fans of all shapes and sizes in the square.

This is a massive undertaking.

Old Wang was like a tireless machine, shuttling back and forth among the drunkards on the ground.

They tied up all one hundred-plus people.

Even though he doesn't exercise regularly and his physical strength isn't very good.

But at this moment, the will to survive gave him boundless motivation.

He was also extremely tired.

His forehead was covered in sweat.

Sweat streamed down his face and into his eyes, stinging painfully. He simply wiped it away with his sleeve and continued working.

Some of the big fan leaders were so large that Old Wang had to use both his hands and feet to barely manage to tie them up.

During the time when Lao Wang was working hard.

The outline of the horizon gradually became clearer.

Night was falling.

As the darkness before dawn passed, a thin mist rose in the air.

The braziers in the square had been extinguished, leaving only a few wisps of smoke drifting in the morning breeze.

Old Wang finally finished tying up the last person.

He braced himself on his knees, panting heavily, feeling so sore that he could barely lift his arms.

But looking at his comrades, who were all tied up tightly on the ground...

But he felt a great sense of accomplishment.

"Now Boss Li will definitely look at me in a new light," Old Wang thought to himself smugly.

He prepared to turn around and find a bottle to get himself drunk, as the boss had instructed.

Just then.

A series of footsteps sounded.

The sound was uniform, and the footsteps on the bluestone slabs carried an indescribable sense of oppression.

This is not the kind of stride that those disorganized warlord private armies could take.

Old Wang paused for a moment, then stopped looking for the wine bottle.

Then he looked in the direction of the footsteps.

In the morning mist.

A group of people were walking quickly toward the center of the square.

Old Wang squinted, trying to make out the appearance of the person who had just arrived.

As the fog dissipated slightly.

He was dumbfounded when he saw the official tactical uniforms worn by Captain Lei and the others.

Those black combat uniforms.

Those brightly lit Interpol badges on their chests read...

Those law enforcement officers, fully armed, wearing tactical helmets, and carrying advanced automatic rifles.

Every detail conveys a cruel truth to Lao Wang.

Looking at those fully armed Interpol officers.

Old Wang's mind went blank.

He felt as if he had been hit hard on the back of the head with a heavy hammer.

My vision went black for a moment.

His legs went weak uncontrollably, and he collapsed onto the dew-covered bluestone slab.

Why would officials be here?

This is a lawless area in Sanbianpo!

Old Wang's thoughts were in complete disarray.

Then, it seemed as if she had thought of something.

He turned his head abruptly.

He looked at the young man who was sitting on a chair to the side, calmly munching on something.

I recall that casual emergency call made some time ago in the darkness of night.

He stared at Li Mo'an in disbelief and utter bewilderment.

Old Wang's voice became sharp and distorted due to extreme despair.

"You really called the police?"

This question encapsulates all the grievances and breakdowns Old Wang experienced in the first half of his life.

He originally thought it was just a joke from the boss to test his loyalty.

Who would have thought that this was actually a realistic battle report!

Faced with Lao Wang's breakdown and questioning.

Li Mo'an put down the chicken leg in his hand, picked up a tissue from the side and wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth.

He didn't see anything to hide.

He nodded earnestly.

Answer in a matter-of-fact tone.

"They really fought?"

The elite squad led by Commander Lei quickly brought the scene under control.

The female detective was also there at that moment.

Holding her gun, she walked forward in a tactical alert stance.

Then she overheard the question-and-answer conversation.

Hearing Lao Wang's utterly devastated questioning and Li Mo'an's earnest nod of acknowledgment.

Although the current environment is not very suitable.

After all, this was a major transnational operation concerning national security, and the atmosphere at the scene should have been serious and tense.

But she still almost burst out laughing.

The female detective bit her lip hard, forcibly swallowing back the smile that was about to come out, causing her shoulders to tremble slightly.

This scene was just too dryly humorous.