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

After receiving an affirmative answer.

Director Wang clapped his hands, and the fat on his face jiggled.

"Okay, it's settled then!"

Fatty Wang stood up and glanced at the people sitting on both sides of the long table.

"Everyone should hurry back and prepare for their flights tomorrow morning."

"This filming schedule is very demanding, so everyone should get themselves into top form."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and the atmosphere in the meeting room relaxed.

Hearing this swift and decisive arrangement, Dilraba sat in her chair in a daze.

Her lips twitched, and she felt somewhat speechless.

This kind of spontaneous cross-sea trip does indeed feel a bit rushed.

Li Mo'an stood up and picked up the script on the table.

He turned his head and glanced at Dilraba next to him.

"Let's go," Li Mo'an said calmly.

Dilraba responded, and the two walked side by side toward the door.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor.

They prepared to return to the hotel to pack their luggage and board a flight to their destination.

Li Mo'an didn't have any particular thoughts about the upcoming itinerary.

"I'm going to Oolong Island now." That thought crossed his mind.

He simply treated it as a normal life experience in order to better perform his job as an actor.

That's it.

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

Meanwhile.

On the other side of the strait.

Okudo Island, a place of dazzling lights and bustling activity.

Night falls, and neon lights flicker.

In a luxury mansion on a hillside in a bustling city.

Bodyguards stood guard around the villa.

Their eyes were alert, constantly scanning their surroundings.

The bulge at his waist clearly indicated he was carrying a weapon.

Not even a fly could get in.

Inside the living room.

The floor was covered with a carpet.

A chandelier hangs overhead.

The light shone down.

Several white-haired people walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window.

They were wearing bespoke suits and exuded an extremely powerful aura.

These people were taking their seats on the sofa one by one.

The atmosphere inside the room was heavy.

The air became quiet.

No one spoke first.

My gaze passed through the glass, looking down at the brightly lit gambling district below.

If someone with in-depth knowledge of the international gambling industry were standing here.

Seeing these faces will definitely make your scalp tingle with shock.

Because you can recognize these people at a glance.

These individuals are tycoons who wield immense influence in the international gambling industry.

Sitting on the sofa on the left is an elderly man with white hair.

He picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured half a glass of red wine into his glass.

The liquid sloshed in the glass, reflecting the indoor lights.

"Thirty years."

The white-haired old man broke the silence with his voice, which was exceptionally clear in the living room.

"After thirty years, we are finally sitting on this land again."

opposite.

An elderly man dressed in a Tang suit nodded.

He was holding two walnuts in his hand, rubbing them together to make a crisp sound.

"yes."

"The streets outside have changed, and the buildings are taller now."

"But some things have never changed."

He stopped what he was doing.

"For example, that casino that still bears the He name."

Sitting in the middle was an elderly man in a suit.

Upon hearing this, he picked up a pair of scissors and cut off one end of the cigar.

"That old bastard He Jiahui."

"Having occupied this place for thirty years, it's time for him to spit out everything he's taken in, with interest."

These are the tycoons of the international gambling industry.

They made their fortune on Oku Island back then.

Only then did they go international and establish their own industries around the world.

Of course, this statement is not entirely accurate.

Let's turn back time to thirty years ago.

Back then, they were just low-level members of a team.

They struggle to make a living on the streets every day, living a life where they don't know where their next meal will come from.

Until they met that person.

Following a mysterious older brother, they made a name for themselves on Oolong Island.

Then, through hard work, they made their way onto the international stage.

"If it weren't for Big Brother, what would we be?"

The white-haired old man took a sip of red wine, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes.

"They would probably have died a violent death in the street long ago, and they wouldn't have the glory they have today."

The elderly man in the Tang suit placed the walnuts on the table and wiped his hands with a handkerchief.

"Back then, our elder brother led us."

"Start with a small venue."

"They used those amazing methods to turn us lowly underlings into the big shots we are today."

these years.

They expanded aggressively overseas, leaving their mark all over the world.

Not only does it dominate the international gambling industry, but it also has a legitimate business in the open.

They even control a third of the underground illegal gambling market.

The elderly man in the suit stood up and walked to a wall.

Press a switch.

The wall slowly slid away, revealing a screen behind it.

The screen was filled with a dense array of data.

The numbers are constantly changing.

"Look."

He stretched out his finger and pointed to the fluctuating data.

"This is our global black market gambling network."

"The daily revenue is terrifying to even talk about."

If outsiders knew these real numbers, they would be absolutely horrified.

It's the kind of thing you often see in short videos.

"XX Casino is now open, with sexy dealers dealing cards online."

Those massive online gambling operations are all their business.

In Europe, in America, on the turf of those foreign devils.

They built an unshakeable business empire.

"We made a fortune."

"Those self-righteous foreign devils place bets on our platform every day."

"They dream of winning money, but they don't know that the odds on the back end have already been calculated by our people."

The elderly man in the suit turned off the screen and turned around.

Looking at the other two, his expression turned serious.

"However, no matter how much money you make, you can't break the rules."

of course.

They were strictly forbidden from using such illegal methods by their elder brother back then.

It is not geared towards the domestic market.

More accurately, it is not open to students from the University of Tokyo.

It's only aimed at foreign devils.

"How is the IP blocking system at the University of Tokyo working?"

The white-haired old man put down his wine glass and casually asked a question.

The elderly man in the suit walked back to the sofa and sat down.

"Don't worry, the technical department is monitoring it 24/7."

"Any domestic IP address accessing the site from within the University of Tokyo, or any domestic funds attempting to be redirected via a VPN."

"They will all be identified by the system immediately."

"Then they cut off the connection directly, giving them no chance to register or place bets at all."

He picked up a lighter and lit the cigar in his hand.

"Not even a single penny of Dongda's funds should flow into our hands."

The elderly man in the Tang suit picked up the walnuts again and continued to play with them.

"This is the only way."

"I can make money off anyone else, but I can't cheat my own countrymen."

"Anyone who dares to cross this line will be the first to face my wrath!"

This ban.

Even after their elder brother mysteriously disappeared.

These loyal former subordinates also strictly adhered to it.

Never cross the line.

Why bring up the matter of their older brother's disappearance?

The air fell silent again.

The atmosphere inside the room instantly became somewhat oppressive.

The expressions on everyone's faces became extremely unpleasant.

The elderly man in the suit picked up his cigar and took a puff.

He exhaled thick smoke, which drifted into the air.

A sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

The muscles in his face twitched slightly.

That's because...

After their eldest brother went missing back then.

These leaderless individuals were ousted from Ao Island by the local gambling tycoon, the "King of Gambling."

"As soon as the eldest brother left, that guy surnamed He showed his fangs."

The elderly man in the Tang suit gritted his teeth, his tone filled with hatred.

"Ho Ka-fai!"

"He joined forces with several other factions and drove us to a dead end."

That rainy night thirty years ago.

They boarded the ship leaving Osaka in a disheveled state.

Rain pounded on the deck, and I was covered in mud.

Some people had been stabbed in the leg, and their blood mixed with rainwater flowed into the sea.

Watching the coastline gradually recede into the distance.

The humiliation in my heart was more bitter than the sea.

The white-haired old man clenched his fists, his knuckles turning slightly blue.

"That night, we looked back at the lights of Osaka."

"That light grew smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely."

"He thought that by driving us away, he could occupy this place forever."

"He never dreamed that we would come back one day."

I've been longing for this for thirty years.

He never swallowed his anger.

Every night I dream of the moment I was forced onto the ship back then.

Those years I spent away from home.

They were held at gunpoint and thrown into the sea.

But they all pulled through.

Why?

It's because I've been holding this grudge in my heart.

and so.

They only recently returned to Osaka with a huge amount of capital.

The elderly man in the suit suddenly stood up.

I strode to the window and looked down at the dazzling lights below the mountain.

He clenched his fists, his voice echoing heavily in the living room.

"We swear!"

He said loudly.

"We must reclaim the business that our elder brother led us to build!"