The music in Wonderful Sound House stopped abruptly.
The dancers on the raised stage froze, unsure what to do.
Every guest stared, dumbfounded, at the double doors still shaking from a powerful kick.
Wonderful Sound House had been open for more than a decade.
Never before had anyone come looking for trouble.
The guests muttered and whispered among themselves, wondering if they had heard correctly.
Six Gates was investigating a case?
Wasn't that Lord Fang Yuanyi's office?
Anyone who knew the lay of the land knew Wonderful Sound House belonged to the Fang Family too. Wasn't this a flood washing into the Dragon King's temple—one family causing trouble for its own?
Few people who could enter Wonderful Sound House were ordinary.
So almost no one was frightened by the shout. Instead, they stayed in their seats, ready to enjoy a good show.
They did not wait long.
Footsteps sounded outside.
A group strode in with brisk, practiced movements.
At their head were two Purple-Clad Officers.
One had a rough, bear-like face and a hulking build. The other was slender, with delicate features, narrow eyes, and a mouth that seemed perpetually curled in a mocking smile. He looked eminently punchable.
Behind them came Green-Clad Officers, Blue-Clad Officers, and other Six Gates men. A dozen or so of them surged in and blocked the entrance completely.
The guests took one look.
With a show of force like that, it really was Six Gates!
A genial-looking middle-aged man in brocade and a round cap hurried through the crowd, wiping sweat away with a handkerchief.
"Officer Wang, Officer Zhao!"
"What wind blew you two here?"
"We can talk this over. Why make such a spectacle?"
The middle-aged man was the manager of Wonderful Sound House.
He had recognized the two leaders at once.
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