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Chapter 789 - 594 Unforeseen calamity

Chapter 789: 594 Unforeseen calamity

The atmosphere suddenly quieted down.

"Trouble."

Mao Zaoji’s people realized the seriousness of the problem.

Idly talking about shutting down a bar sounded like the ramblings of a lunatic.

But they knew it wasn’t that simple.

All eyes turned to Mao Zaoji.

Without a word, Mao Zaoji’s face was no longer the calmness of having everything under control. He sternly moved to one side and made a phone call.

"Brother, I’m at GT, and there was a conflict."

There was no immediate response from the other end.

Mao Zaoji pressed his lips tightly together and continued, "The other party said they’re going to call the fire department over."

"Who’s the other party?"

Mao Zaoji glanced at Ye Tingxuan, who looked as if nothing had happened, "I don’t know, a stranger, never seen him before."

"I’ve told you countless times not to cause trouble. It seems you always take my words for granted."

"Brother, it’s really not my fault this time," Mao Zaoji quickly explained, "I was drinking at GT with friends. It was those people who started trouble, they beat up my friend."

The other party just wouldn’t listen, rebuking him, "All you know is how to lead a life of luxury. When will you do something serious!"

Mao Zaoji was silent.

Human nature is like this, preferring ease to toil, coveting pleasure.

With such a powerful brother, who would want to put in the effort to strive?

Of course, Mao Zaoji definitely wouldn’t dare to say these words out loud.

"When will you stop making me clean up your messes!"

Despite saying that, they were after all brothers. One couldn’t just sit back and do nothing, and besides, GT was their own business.

"I’m still entertaining guests. I’ll come over later."

Of course, Mao Zaoji didn’t dare to rush him, hung up the phone, put away the cell phone, and walked back.

"Mao Ge, what did he say?" a henchman asked quietly.

"He’ll come over later."

Upon hearing this, these men all quietly sighed in relief, their minds greatly settled.

In their eyes, Mao Dengfeng was indeed an omnipotent figure.

"Brother Ye, sorry for the trouble," Ran Yile said weakly.

Ye Tingxuan gave a wry smile, unconcerned, glancing at Han Jiayao who was being supported by Shi Qianxi, "Is she feeling better?"

"Yeah, she threw up a lot and feels much better."

"You guys still need to work on your alcohol tolerance," Ye Tingxuan quipped.

Such words, it seemed, could only come from him. While others were vomiting and he didn’t comfort them, he even complained about their weak drinking.

Yet Ran Yile didn’t feel wronged or sad at all and obediently nodded in agreement.

It really confirmed the old saying.

The goddess in the eyes of ordinary men is perhaps just an obedient pet to some.

So to be a sycophant is a dead-end.

Rather than trying to fawn and curry favor, it’s better to spend that time making oneself stronger.

Mao Dengfeng said he would come over soon, but his actions were not faster than a phone call from the little prince.

Before long,

sirens blared loudly.

Pedestrians on the bar street or those out for air watched in amazement as several police cars raced over with a clear destination, ignoring the other bars and stopping directly at GT’s entrance.

A group of solemnly uniformed civil servants got out of their cars and entered GT with serious expressions.

"Turn the music off, everyone stay in place and don’t move, take out your IDs."

The drunken atmosphere was immediately dispersed.

Men and women playing at GT were all at a loss.

"Mao Ge, the police really came," said a subordinate, his face changing slightly.

Naturally, they couldn’t linger at the bathroom door. The two groups temporarily split up and returned to their seats.

"What’s there to panic about? Big Mao brother will be here soon," a henchman tried to reassure himself.

Previously arrogant, Du Li now became somewhat uneasy. She looked at Mao Zaoji, who had an expression of grave concern, and didn’t dare make a peep.

The music had stopped.

The bar was no longer noisy, but it was still chaotic.

Confused though they were, dissatisfied though they were, everyone cooperated with the work of the civil servants, those with IDs presented them, while those without explained their situation.

"Who’s in charge here?" the police asked.

After the police, it was the fire department’s turn.

What was going on today?

Something was off.

Really off.

"Why did they leave K+ next door alone and only target GT?"

"Did they offend someone?"

Those who were playing here were all sharp-minded, and quickly started checking with friends playing in other venues, only to find a consistent pattern.

Apart from GT, other places were all alive and well, without a single issue.

Routine inspections weren’t unusual, but when you’re running a nightclub, being incessantly bothered like this definitely has a big impact on business.

No one wants to be abruptly interrupted when having a good time.

So normally, the owner of the venue would make sure to reach out to various parties and make preparations in advance.

And what place was this?

Anyone who could open a bar here, wouldn’t they have some clout?

While waiting for the inspection, the men and women sitting in their seats whispered and gossiped amongst themselves.

Mao Zaoji drank glass after glass of dreary alcohol, not saying a word.

"The market regulators have arrived as well."

Observing the arrival of various authorities as if they were competing, the patrons inside GT were shocked. Even the most obtuse people realized by now that there was something extremely unusual about the situation and were convinced that GT had definitely offended someone.

Not just Du Li, but also Mao Zaoji’s friends, seeing such a spectacle, were all sensible enough to keep their mouths shut.

Even the most beautiful woman will reveal flaws upon careful scrutiny.

Let alone such a big establishment.

If you inspect it with a magnifying glass, you are bound to find areas that aren’t up to code.

The customers were ushered out in waves.

It was the first time the employees had encountered such a scene, and they too were at a loss for what to do.

"Mao Ge, should we make another phone call to check?"