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

The morning mist drifted slowly across the open-air plaza of Sanbianpo.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of alcohol and the lingering scent of burnt charcoal.

Fully armed Interpol agents have completely cordoned off the scene.

Those figures in black tactical uniforms stood guard all around.

And on the bluestone slabs at the edge of the square.

Old Wang, the big-headed fan, remained slumped in his seated position.

His fleshy face was covered with fine beads of sweat.

After experiencing extreme panic, the brain is now in a state of complete bewilderment.

Old Wang stared blankly at the young man in the casual jacket in front of him.

He recalled the scene of himself sweating profusely just now.

Just over ten minutes ago, he was happily holding a nylon rope, trying to show his loyalty to his newly recognized leader, and personally tied more than a hundred of his accomplices into a bundle like rice dumplings.

In the blink of an eye, official armed forces appeared out of nowhere and took over the entire manor.

The huge information gap brought his thinking to a complete standstill.

Even now, in his subjective perception, Li Mo'an in front of him is still the top-level tyrant who led them to break through the border blockade and wiped out the local warlords.

Why?

Old Wang spoke, his lips trembling.

His voice was terribly hoarse, carrying a sense of utter despair, as if he were about to cry but had no tears left.

Why did you actually make that call?

Old Wang grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled hard.

He looked up, his voice filled with despair as he questioned Li Mo'an, "You're a drug dealer too!"

"Haven't we already taken over this territory? We'll soon be able to control all the noodle businesses here!"

Why are you doing this? What good does it do you?

These questions sounded particularly clear in the quiet square.

The female detective standing a few steps away twitched her shoulders upon hearing this.

She bit her lip hard, trying to maintain the serious image that a law enforcement officer should have.

But Old Wang's pathetic appearance, as if he'd been sold out and was even helping count the money, was truly comical.

Finally, the female detective couldn't hold back any longer.

"Pfft—"

She finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The sudden laughter shattered the previously somber atmosphere.

The other special police officers involved in the arrest exchanged glances.

Everyone was speechless.

The way everyone looked at Old Wang even carried a hint of pity.

"This big fan has been completely fooled."

He tied up all his colleagues and handed them over to the police, while he himself was still worrying about their gains and losses.

No matter how you look at it, this scene exudes a strong sense of absurdity.

Hearing Lao Wang's question, Li Mo'an looked down at the middle-aged man whose face was full of collapse.

His handsome face remained as calm as ever.

There was no mockery, nor any boasting from the victors.

He simply gave a very plain and down-to-earth answer in a calm tone.

"I'm sorry, I'm not."

Li Moan stated that he is not a drug dealer.

These six words, though seemingly light, struck Old Wang like a thunderbolt.

Upon hearing this, Old Wang's body trembled violently.

His head, which had been hanging low, suddenly lifted up.

Those bloodshot eyes were fixed on Li Mo'an's face.

"no?"

Old Wang swallowed hard, his voice trembling violently, "Could it be... you're a policeman?"

When he asked that question, Old Wang felt like all his strength had been drained away.

The thought of this terrible truth made his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys tremble uncontrollably.

If the other party really is an undercover agent sent by the police, then this is all too terrifying.

This group of self-proclaimed ruthless outlaws were completely outmaneuvered by a policeman!

From beginning to end, they were all tools used by the other side to eliminate warlords.

After it was used up, it was knocked out by a banquet and handed over to the authorities in its entirety.

The immense humiliation and fear intertwined, making it difficult for Lao Wang to even breathe.

Faced with Lao Wang's question, Li Mo'an stood there and thought for a moment.

He mentally reviewed his own identity.

Following his unique logic, he began to trace the origins of all of this.

The reason I am here is because when I was filming a program in Mushroom Village, I dug up a bomb with a hoe and then knocked on the door of the nuclear counterattack unit.

His aunt, Yang Mi, felt that he had too much "punishment" energy, so in order to suppress this evil constitution, she colluded with the authorities to forcibly put him into the city center police station.

His task was to record an experiential program called "Mushroom House Special: The Light of Righteousness" there.

Ultimately, he is an artist who experienced life in a police station and felt the light of righteousness.

He doesn't even have a formal auxiliary police officer position, so how can he be considered a police officer?

Having sorted out this logic, Li Mo'an responded calmly.

He looked at Old Wang, who was sprawled on the ground, and gently shook his head.

Li Mo'an shook his head in denial.

Old Wang, who had been in utter despair, was suddenly stunned.

Then, his chest heaved violently, and he let out a long breath.

The tense facial muscles relaxed a bit.

Old Wang felt that this answer instantly relieved a lot of his psychological burden.

He began to comfort himself.

After all, if they were taken down by the police, it would mean that the intelligence of these gangsters had been completely crushed by the authorities.

If word got out that over a hundred fan leaders were manipulated by a single policeman, they would be utterly humiliated.

But if the other party is not a police officer, then they could be a ruthless person from another force.

Losing to a more sophisticated double-cross is not considered particularly shameful in the underworld.

"As long as it's not a cop, it's fine." Old Wang wiped the sweat from his forehead.

However, before he could catch his breath...

Li Mo'an then added a sentence.

"I am actually an entertainer."

Li Moan's voice was calm and without any emotional fluctuations. "I was originally there to participate in the recording of 'Mushroom House'."

"Later, I was taken to the police station."

"Then, they made a 'Mushroom House Special: The Light of Righteousness'."

He truthfully recounted his background.

........................................

As these words fell.

The air in the square became quiet.

Old Wang's slightly relaxed expression instantly froze on his face.

He stared blankly at Li Mo'an.

The logic in my mind was dealt a devastating blow at that moment.

artist?

Join the Mushroom House?

Old Wang felt that he must be experiencing severe auditory hallucinations.

This is a million times more outrageous than the other party being a police officer!

In Lao Wang's preconceived notion, entertainers are those who put on makeup under the spotlight and flaunt their charm on stage.

That's a delicate group that will shamelessly hype themselves up for traffic, and will go to the hospital for emergency treatment even for the slightest cut or bleeding.

How could someone like that possibly be associated with a ruthless drug lord who lives on the edge of a knife?

But now.

Reality, however, gave him a harsh slap in the face.

Old Wang looked at Li Mo'an's handsome and calm face.

A tremendous sense of absurdity overwhelmed him like a tsunami.

He felt that the values ​​he had built up in the first half of his life had shattered into dust at this moment.

He sat on the ground, his lips trembling.

After holding it in for a long time, Old Wang finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"Is the Chinese entertainment industry... really that complicated?"

He looked up at the gray sky, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Are all celebrities this awesome?"

Old Wang reminisced about his past life.

When he was dealing in flour in China, he often heard rumors online that "the entertainment industry in China is very complicated."

But he scoffed at the idea at the time.

In his view, no matter how chaotic the entertainment industry is, it's nothing more than unspoken rules and the transfer of benefits.

They're desperate criminals selling drugs!

No matter how deep the waters are in the entertainment industry, can they be as deep as the waters here?

Those celebrities aren't even worthy of carrying shoes in front of these ruthless people who are truly tough.

But now.

After personally experiencing all of this magical happenings.

He then truly realized that the waters of the Chinese entertainment industry were far deeper than he had imagined.

This is absolutely unbelievably deep!

Even an artist who films a slow-paced rural variety show can come to Sanbianpo to overthrow warlords and capture hundreds of big thugs.

Wouldn't those top stars who make police and gangster films and war films be able to directly take down a country?

Old Wang was utterly desperate. He lowered his head, unable to utter another word.

........................................

And on the side.

Lei Hu's eyes sharpened slightly upon hearing Lao Wang's exclamation.

He turned his head and his gaze fell on Li Mo'an.

Looking at this young man who single-handedly changed the entire drug market landscape.

Lei Hu's mind involuntarily began to follow Lao Wang's words.

The waters of the Chinese entertainment industry are indeed quite deep.

Lei Hu glanced at Li Mo'an standing there and thought that after this mission was over, he could indeed suggest to his superiors that they pay more attention to the ideological education work in the entertainment industry.

Then, Lei Hu took a big step forward.