Chen Jing blocked the door and barred the way. His words could hardly have been more arrogant.
Everyone present came from a prominent family. When had they ever suffered such humiliation?
But Zhong Ping's fate lay right before their eyes. Even if they wanted to fight, they had to consider whether they were up to it.
Besides, Chen Jing was acting so outrageously that the Fang family would never let him off.
They had only come to listen to music and watch a show. There was no need to stick their necks out for the Fang family.
Having convinced themselves of this, the guests obediently returned to their seats.
With Chen Jing there to oversee things, the constables' work went smoothly.
First, they took every woman in the building who played music, sang, or danced into custody. Then came the instructors and guards, led by Zhong Ping.
Last were Manager Fang and the servants. All told, they numbered around a hundred.
Chen Jing paid particular attention to the women of Wonderful Sound House. A few resembled the assassins from the night before and appeared to be from Western Rong.
But none had any internal energy. Clearly, they truly knew no martial arts.
Chen Jing had already formed a rough idea.
It seemed this lead at Wonderful Sound House might not turn up much.
Finally, the constables recorded each guest's name and origins before letting them leave.
Chen Jing led the constables and their hundred or so prisoners onto Spring Brocade Street, then sealed Wonderful Sound House.
In less than half an hour, Chen Jing had shut down the hottest den of extravagance in Liang Prefecture.
As they made their way back to Six Gates, the procession of lovely women drew frequent glances and murmurs from passersby.
Chen Jing strode at