"Our bar had an incident."
After attending the sports event, as soon as Song Yun returned home, he received this news. After hanging up the phone, he called Black Flood Dragon to arrange protection for the women at the villa, then drove to the bar.
It was late at night, which should have been a bustling time for the bar, but the normally lively atmosphere was instead cordoned off with police tape. When Song Yun arrived, several police officers were maintaining order at the scene. Song Yun directly crossed the police cordon and entered the bar.
"What happened?" Once inside the bar, Song Yun saw Zhao Yan, who was surrounded by two police officers as if being questioned.
"Last night, some girl came from nowhere, seems like she messed with something she shouldn't have, and ended up dead in one of our private rooms," Zhao Yan said indifferently.
Song Yun frowned, "Didn't we already get rid of that stuff from our bar? I stressed this twice already."
