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Several police officers in black uniforms entered through the MIX entrance. The customers, originally watching the commotion, quickly made way for the police upon seeing them.
Receiving a towel from a waiter, Lu Mao covered his head and hadn’t gone far when he saw the police entering. Thinking someone had called the police, he quickly approached them.
"Good evening officers. I’m really sorry for disturbing you so late at night."
The lead officer glanced at the blood-soaked towel on his head and asked, "What happened to your head?"
"Huh? Weren’t you here because of this?"
The officer shook his head without answering his question and asked instead, "What’s going on here? Do you need help?"
Hearing the officer’s slightly concerned tone, Lu Mao, although puzzled, forced a smile through the pain and said, "It’s a minor issue. I can bandage it backstage myself."
Seeing this, the officer nodded.
"Are you the person in charge here?"
"That’s right, my name is Lu Mao, and I’m one of the owners of this CLUB."
"Since you’re in charge here, please cooperate with us."
After saying this, the officer loudly announced to everyone, "We’ve received a report that someone at MIX CLUB is involved in the illegal trade of drugs. Please cooperate with our investigation."
After speaking, the other officers immediately sprang into action, awaiting orders.
Seeing this situation, Lu Mao instantly knew something was wrong and quickly said to the lead officer, "Officer, is there some misunderstanding? Our MIX has always been a lawful and healthy entertainment venue."
The officer glanced at him and said coolly, "This is just a routine inspection. If there’s truly nothing wrong, then there’s no need to worry."
But how could Lu Mao not be worried?
Who knows if there are any unstable customers among so many people?
If anything is uncovered, how catastrophic would it be for MIX?
Lu Mao wasn’t foolish. Recalling the earlier incident and the police’s surprise inspection, he guessed that someone might be targeting their CLUB, so he stepped aside to call the real owner of MIX, Wang Quan.
Meanwhile, Gu Bai and his crew in booth number 666 looked on at the scene with casual chatter, none of them taking it seriously.
"Brother Bai, is this show entertaining enough?"
Gu Bai downed his drink in response to Du Jun’s comment.
Hearing Gu Bai’s reply, Du Jun smiled again, "Look over there."
Gu Bai followed the direction Du Jun pointed at.
"We are the Kyoto Fire Department. We’ve received a report that there are major fire hazards here. Who is the person in charge?"
"We are from the Kyoto Bureau of Commerce. Someone reported that MIX is selling fake alcohol. Please come forward to assist us with our investigation."
Three major departments came together.
Seeing this while on the phone, Lu Mao quickly informed Wang Quan of the situation’s severity, and Wang Quan, after a few brief instructions, hung up and headed over.
Witnessing this, Lu Mao was sweating profusely. It was his first time encountering such a situation since investing in MIX. In the past, with Wang Quan’s connections in Kyoto, any inspections would be notified in advance, and since MIX was honestly a legitimate business without any particularly adverse situations, everything had always been smooth sailing.
However, in such an entertainment venue, mingling with all sorts, ensuring it is entirely clean is summed up in three words.
Before Wang Quan arrived, Lu Mao could only rely on himself to navigate these leaders.
Lu Mao instructed the staff to cooperate with the checks, running back and forth without resting for a moment.
Finally, twenty minutes later, several others entered through the door, among them the mastermind behind MIX, Wang Quan, and several minor shareholders.
Once Wang Quan arrived, he first took over Lu Mao’s duties and began negotiating with the departmental personnel. Seeing Wang Quan arrive, Lu Mao finally relaxed, seeing Wang Quan as the stabilizing force of MIX.
As expected, for Wang Quan to establish a sizable nightclub like MIX in Kyoto, he must have his connections. Ten minutes later, all three departments withdrew, allowing MIX to continue operations.
However, after this incident, tonight’s business would undoubtedly not proceed smoothly.
Wang Quan picked up the microphone, walked onto the stage, and loudly announced, "Due to tonight’s unexpected situation, on behalf of MIX CLUB, I apologize to everyone. Tonight’s business will end here. To express our apologies, all expenses for tonight’s customers will be completely waived. You can take all types of alcohol with you or leave them in custody here at MIX to be retrieved next time you visit.
You can now use your previous tabs for refunds, and let the staff refund your money."
Wang Quan’s capabilities were indeed impressive, pacifying the customers’ dissatisfaction with a few words.
The customers, initially complaining, quieted down upon hearing Wang Quan’s promise.
They hadn’t lost much and got free drinks, now regretting not ordering more drinks, turning their guts green with regret.
And sitting at booth number 666, Gu Bai and his crew, witnessing the conclusion, prepared to leave.
They never intended for MIX to shut down just like that. Regardless of their capability, a sudden closure of a multi-billion nightclub would be significant news, especially in Kyoto! The eyes of the entire nation are focused here, where even small matters can be greatly magnified. If the tabloids got ahold of it, getting dragged into it would mean hurting the enemy by a thousand, at a cost of eight hundred to themselves.