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

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

On the road outside the airport.

A deep engine roar could be heard.

The sound reverberated in the scorching air.

The roar of engines grew closer.

The sounds intertwined, forming a muffled wave of sound.

The surrounding chatter was instantly drowned out by this wave of sound.

Li Mo'an and Reba looked in the direction of the sound.

Their gaze swept past the traffic ahead.

All that could be seen was the dedicated lane outside the station exit.

A visually striking image appeared.

A convoy of luxury cars, all black Rolls-Royces, was driving along the dedicated lane.

Leading the way was a black lead car.

One after another, the same model of car followed closely behind.

The paint on these vehicles reflected a blinding gleam in the sunlight.

The car windows were covered with dark shatterproof film, making it impossible to see inside.

The convoy maintained a uniform distance between vehicles.

It slowly drove over, exuding an extremely strong sense of oppression.

There was no honking or sudden braking.

The convoy came to a stop.

It came to a smooth stop on the side of the road at the VIP exit.

It attracted the attention of passersby who stopped and stared.

The passengers with their suitcases stopped in their tracks.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the seemingly endless line of luxury cars.

"Who is this for?"

"My God, more than a dozen Rolls-Royces!"

A murmur arose from the crowd.

Some people instinctively took out their phones, wanting to capture this rare sight.

Followed by.

The door of the extended armored car in the middle was opened.

It made a soft "click" sound.

Then, several burly bodyguards in black quickly got out of the car.

Leather shoes stepped on the asphalt road.

They wore well-tailored black suits that clearly outlined their strong muscles.

These people wore sunglasses on their noses and snow-white gloves on their hands.

It's not just this one car.

The doors of the cars in front and behind opened at the same time.

More bodyguards in black got out of the car.

They ignored the onlookers around them.

Instead, they turned around in unison and quickly walked to the bottom of the steps at the exit.

To everyone's astonishment.

The bodyguards went straight up to Li Mo'an.

They stopped just two meters away from Li Mo'an.

They stood in two rows, ramrod straight.

Then.

They bowed slightly.

He bent over, maintaining an extremely respectful posture.

They shouted in unison, their tone respectful:

"Young master, please get in the car."

The unified shouts echoed through the air above the road.

It drowned out the sounds of planes taking off and landing in the distance.

The atmosphere at the exit changed at that moment.

The passersby who had been discussing the matter immediately fell silent.

Everyone looked at the young man on the steps, who was called "Young Master," with awe.

Dilraba stood to the side.

Faced with this exaggerated scene, reminiscent of a gangster movie reenactment.

She stood there, completely stunned.

Behind the sunglasses, her bright, expressive eyes were filled with astonishment.

My heart was pounding violently in my chest.

What exactly is going on?

A thought popped into her mind.

Li Mo'an was just humbly asking herself for advice on how to get into character.

In the blink of an eye, he was surrounded by a group of burly men in black who didn't look like good people.

Moreover, he was respectfully addressed as "Young Master"!

Dilraba swallowed hard, feeling a cold sweat break out on her back.

Various thoughts were frantically intertwined in my mind.

"Could it be that Li Mo'an is a troublemaker not only in the country?"

Before he came to Okinawa, what local bullies did he mess with online?

"This commotion... are they planning to kidnap someone and throw them into the sea?"

Dilraba became increasingly frightened as she thought about it.

After all, she had personally witnessed the huge trouble this guy caused when she accompanied him on variety shows.

They can even dig out unexploded ordnance.

Getting involved with the underworld on Okuma Island now seems to fit perfectly with this kid's style.

She even wanted to quietly step back two steps, afraid of being implicated.

Upon hearing this...

Li Moan is at the center of this storm.

There was no panic on that handsome face.

Li Mo'an blinked calmly.

He did not answer the bodyguard's question immediately.

Instead, he stood still, letting his mind wander.

I don't know these people.

"They bowed to me and even called me 'Young Master.'"

Li Mo'an mentally sorted out the cause and effect of the matter.

This is a world that values ​​science and logic; everything happens for a reason.

What is the purpose of my trip to Ooku Island?

"It was for filming the movie 'Gambling Art,' to experience life on location and immerse myself in the role."

"And the character I play in the script is the son of the God of Gamblers."

Let's follow this line of thought.

Everything suddenly became clear.

"The son of the God of Gamblers is naturally addressed as 'Young Master' by his subordinates."

"Then the identities of these men in black suits are quite obvious."

"These aren't real gangsters."

"These are clearly extras hired by the film crew."

"It's to help inexperienced newcomers like myself create the most realistic and immersive atmosphere, so they can quickly find their character's state."

After deriving this reasonable conclusion.

Li Mo'an felt a sense of admiration for the crew's professionalism.

then.

He turned his head.

He looked at Dilraba, who was standing to the side, equally stunned.

Dilraba was terrified at that moment.

She sensed Li Mo'an's questioning gaze.

then.

She turned her head away too.

The two exchanged a glance in the air.

Li Mo'an looked at Dilraba's nervous expression.

He felt it was necessary for his colleague to remind the other person not to be intimidated by such a realistic spectacle.

After all, everyone is here to film a movie.

then.

The protagonist lowered his head slightly.

He leaned forward and got close to Dilraba's ear.

A warm breath hit my ear.

He used a voice that only the two of them could hear.

He whispered:

"Was this arranged by the director?"

This statement is not significant.

But when it reached Dilraba's ears, it had an unexpected effect.

Dilraba heard this.

The image of Director Wang Pangzi's decisive and efficient style instantly came to mind.

And then there was the extreme importance the other party showed for the play in the meeting room.

"yes!"

Dilraba was startled.

Her brain also began to work at lightning speed.

Director Wang usually emphasizes grand scenes and realism when filming.

"To help us two newbies get into character, we'll spend some money to rent a few Rolls-Royces and hire some extras to pick us up at the airport."

"This makes perfect sense in big-budget productions."

"Besides, Li Mo'an plays a young master in the play; isn't this the standard setup for welcoming a young master?"

Thinking about this aspect.

Her fears and worries vanished instantly.

Instead, there was a sense of awe at the production team's extravagant spending.

Her eyes suddenly lit up.

His eyes regained their sparkle.

Dilraba turned her head and looked at Li Mo'an.

Lower your voice.

His tone conveyed a sense of sudden realization and certainty.

He said firmly in a low voice:

"Such a big show."

"I'm afraid it really was the director's way of letting us experience life."

"They hired extras at a high price!"

Hearing Dilraba's confirmation.

Li Mo'an nodded, feeling that his deduction was indeed correct.

If even the senior members of the production crew think so, then this matter is already a foregone conclusion.

Instantly.

The two understood immediately, as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun.