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

Old Zhang stood under the shade of the old locust tree, his police cell phone getting a little hot.

His throat bobbed, and he was about to open his mouth to accept the task of investigating in the village when the report from his colleague in the provincial capital was still not finished on the other end of the phone.

even...

The other party's tone suddenly became more forceful, carrying a sense of pressure as if a major battle was about to break out.

"Old Zhang, you must not be careless."

The voice coming from the receiver was particularly deep, and it also carried an uncontrollable sense of amazement.

"After we got our hands on that biography of the God of Gamblers, the anti-gambling experts in the provincial capital studied it all night long."

"Those veteran experts who had spent their entire lives studying the art of deception were all stunned when they saw what was recorded inside."

"Especially the physical anti-theft theory mentioned in it."

The colleague took a breath and continued with the expert's conclusion.

"That's a practical technique that uses the blind spots of light refraction to catch cheaters."

"This thing completely breaks away from the framework of traditional gambling techniques. It's a way of thinking that directly targets the weaknesses of human nature."

"Our task force held a meeting, and everyone reached a highly consistent conclusion."

"A person who can write this kind of article is definitely not just a talker."

"This guy must be a seasoned gambling master!"

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Upon hearing this...

Old Zhang felt like his scalp was about to explode.

His fingers gripped the phone, and he unconsciously increased the pressure.

A gambling master who could intimidate even experts from the provincial capital with his theories was actually hiding in this remote little village under his jurisdiction.

This feeling... is like discovering a man-eating tiger in a sheep pen.

however.

Before his wildly pounding heart could even calm down...

The colleague from the provincial capital on the phone then dropped an even bigger bombshell.

"That's not all."

The voice of my colleague was buzzing in the receiver.

"Based on our in-depth analysis of that group chat logs, experts discovered an even more alarming detail."

"There must be an even more powerful swindler in this mysterious circle."

"That person's online name is 'The only designated master of this group, Huang Yaoshi'."

Old Zhang was stunned for a moment, and his brows furrowed instantly.

"Master?" he asked instinctively.

"right."

The person on the other end of the phone gave an affirmative answer.

"Based on the description of the mentors in that biography of the God of Gamblers, and our technical department's analysis of the timeline of their messages in the group chat."

Experts speculate that this Huang Laoxie is probably the master of that true god.

"My apprentices are so amazing that they can even impress the experts."

"Then this Huang Yaoshi hiding in the back must be of unfathomable skill; he's probably already at the level of a master of a thousand arts!"

These analyses are increasingly frightening.

Standing on the dirt road, Old Zhang suddenly felt a cold sweat break out on his back.

His mind was racing.

One top-tier expert, plus an unfathomable master of the Thousand Schools.

These two extremely dangerous individuals are actually hanging out in the same group.

This poses a huge social threat.

As a grassroots police officer with an overwhelming sense of responsibility, he knew he couldn't just wait for instructions from the provincial capital.

He had to go and see for himself what kind of weirdos were in this group.

Give me that group number.

Old Zhang made his request very firmly, "I want to go in and take a look. Maybe I can find some clues related to our village from the information of those people inside."

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There was a slight pause on the other end of the phone.

However, considering that Lao Zhang was the local police officer and most familiar with the situation in Mushroom Village, he agreed.

"OK."

My colleague recited a string of numbers.

Then he added another sentence.

"The provincial department has already taken action."

"We have identified the real identities of several active members in the group, and just now, we even took control of the group admin."

"We currently have the administrator account."

"Just apply to join the group, and we'll approve it for you right away."

I hung up the phone.

I heard the busy tone on my phone.

Old Zhang repeated the group number to himself twice more.

He turned his head and glanced at the courtyard of Old Niu's house, not far away, where the sound of crying was still coming from.

In order not to be disturbed by passing villagers, and also to keep it a secret.

Old Zhang strode towards the police car parked by the village road.

Open the car door.

He bent down and sat inside.

I closed the door behind me, and the carriage was unusually quiet.

Old Zhang sat in the driver's seat and unlocked his phone.

With his thumb, he quickly typed in the string of numbers into the search box of the chat software.

Clicking the search button brought up an ordinary group chat profile card.

He clicked the "Apply to Join" button.

Sure enough, just as our colleagues in the provincial capital had said, there were almost no obstacles.

Only two or three seconds passed.

The screen flickered, and the page jumped immediately.

He had smoothly entered this place, which was considered a high-risk criminal circle by experts from the provincial capital.

Old Zhang took a deep breath.

I didn't look at those densely packed chat logs.

His goal is very clear.

I tapped the top right corner of the screen to bring up the group member list.

My eyes followed the rows of IDs downwards.

soon.

He then found the online friend who was considered the number one dangerous individual by the provincial economic crime investigation department.

The account called "The Only True God in This Group" was prominently displayed on the list.

Old Zhang pursed his dry lips.

He had even drawn a picture of the other person in his mind beforehand.

This is a top-notch expert who can stir up trouble in underground casinos.

The profile picture isn't some gangster boss wearing sunglasses, but it has to be some kind of abstract image with a strong sense of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry).

With this in mind.

He clicked on the other person's profile picture.

The network lagged for half a second.

Immediately afterwards, the small picture suddenly enlarged in the center of the screen, filling the entire field of vision.

The moment I saw this photo.

Old Zhang sat blankly in the driver's seat of the police car.

His weathered eyes suddenly widened, and he stopped breathing.

There were no menacing gangsters in the photo.

There were no deliberately mysterious or abstract landscapes.

It was a very clear, everyday photo taken in the sunlight.

The young man in the photo has handsome features.

His handsome face even exuded a calm and composed air.

That's Li Mo'an!

Old Zhang felt like his brain had completely shut down, and his thoughts were a complete mess.

"That kid Li Mo'an's account actually uses his own photo!"

This thought popped into his mind.

This is a private little group that gathers people with various gambling records!

Everyone else is hiding their identities, afraid of revealing even the slightest bit of their personal information.

This guy actually put his face on it as a signboard?

Old Zhang brought his phone closer.

He rubbed his eyes and stared intently at the screen several times.

His eyebrows, his facial features, and that remarkably calm expression.

After repeatedly checking, Lao Zhang realized that he wasn't seeing things.

This fact has been confirmed.

Old Zhang was dumbfounded on the spot.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

The seasoned gambling expert that the provincial capital experts were talking about...

The true genius who wrote the hardcore anti-cheating theory...

It was actually this seemingly honest and unassuming young man?

This contrast made Lao Zhang feel that it was utterly absurd.

He swallowed hard.

I forcibly suppressed the overwhelming shock in my heart.

immediately.

Old Zhang exited Li Mo'an's profile page and continued scrolling down the group member list.

Now that the apprentice has been found.

He'd like to see that.

That master of the Thousand Arts School, praised to the skies by experts in the provincial capital and hailed as unfathomable...

Who is this guy who calls himself "Huang Laoxie, the only designated master of this group"?

After finding that ID.

Old Zhang felt a vague and inexplicable sense of unease.

I clicked on that account's profile picture again.

Image loading and zooming in.

next second.

A deathly silence fell over the carriage.

Old Zhang looked at the image on the screen.

The muscles on his tough-guy face completely lost control.

His lips twitched uncontrollably.

In the photo.

It was a kind face with black-rimmed glasses, exuding an aura of teaching and nurturing.

A kind and friendly smile lingered on his slightly chubby face.

Old Zhang shoved the phone screen right in front of his eyes, his eyes wide as saucers.

Look left and look right.

Confirmed again and again.

The person in the photo turned out to be none other than Teacher Huang, who had just been released from the police station not long ago!

That's the middle-aged actor who was sitting in the pavilion, holding a teacup, and arrogantly telling him how to be a policeman!

Seeing this result.

A million grass mud horses galloped through Old Zhang's mind.

What the hell kind of master and apprentice pair are they?!?!?