CHAPTER 51: CHAPTER 46 A BLOODSHED CAUSED BY A TURTLE (PART 1)

Chapter 46: The Bloody Case Triggered by a Turtle (Part 1)

Chopin’s gaze towards the bodyguard was sharp, as if he wanted to eat him alive, and suddenly he shouted sternly, "Why only mention this now? Do you not want to keep your jobs?"

Everyone was startled by Chopin’s voice, half of them sobered up. Chopin had seemed quite amiable earlier this evening, but when he got angry, he surprisingly exuded a strong masculine charm.

Everyone looked at Chopin, and Xiao Lin asked, "Lao Xiao, what’s going on?"

At this moment, Chopin had drunk quite a bit, his face a little flushed, and he said in a deep voice, "Xiangxiang might be in trouble. Twenty minutes ago, my bodyguard saw her being pulled into Private Room No. 1. Before she entered, she chatted with the people inside for a while and then seemed to be forcibly pulled inside. She hasn’t come out since."

"What? Xiangxiang was forcibly pulled into a private room? I... I’ll call her first to check!" Moon was indeed a bit flustered, having never encountered such a situation before. However, Moon knew well enough that being forcibly dragged inside was probably not a good sign, especially since Xiangxiang, although young, was pure and beautiful, and quite well-developed for her age.

The phone connected but no one answered. Moon tried twice, but still no one picked up, making him even more anxious. Having been to these entertainment venues numerous times, he knew that some private rooms could be quite *****. He anxiously said, "Xiangxiang didn’t answer. I’m afraid something happened to her. What should we do?"

"Let’s go and check it out!" Xiao Lin remembered Xun Xiangxiang (originally named Gong Xiangxiang, but a certain woman disagreed, so she changed her surname to Xun. It’s her real surname!) and her adorable nature. Although sometimes he was speechless about her, it was this very speechlessness that made Xun Xiangxiang hold a special place in Xiao Linxin’s heart. This little girl spoke with an old soul, yet sometimes she would reveal the innocence and adorableness fitting for her age, making it impossible for anyone to harm her.

And since this was a group gathering, it wouldn’t be easy to explain to her parents if something happened to Xun Xiangxiang. After all, they came out to have fun together. Moon, Gloom, and Xiang Fei naturally had no objections and all looked at Chopin. After all, Chopin’s identity was too sensitive. How many people wouldn’t recognize him if he walked out?

Chopin, however, was straightforward. Though he said nothing, he stood up, clearly intending to leave with Xiao Lin and the others. But Moon thought for a moment and said to Chopin, "Chopin, I think you should stay in the private room. If you go out..."

"It’s fine. Since Xiangxiang is in trouble, I can’t stand by and do nothing. We are all friends from the same group!" Chopin didn’t care about his status and spoke his mind to his friends.

"Alright, let’s go together then!" Xiao Lin nodded discreetly. Judging from the way Moon, Xiangxiang, and Gloom treated Chopin, he was indeed a famous person, yet without the arrogance of celebrities. His personality was excellent, approachable, and devoid of any disdainful attitude—certainly a friend worth making.

Moon and Gloom were the first to leave. Once outside the door, the four bodyguards Chopin brought saw him also leaving, and the leader said anxiously, "Sir, let us handle this. Your identity is prestigious, and such matters are best left to us subordinates!"

Chopin didn’t reprimand the bodyguards further. After all, they had been with him for years and had their principles as bodyguards. He simply said faintly, "Follow behind and act according to the situation!"

The bodyguards exchanged glances but had no choice but to comply with Chopin’s decision. After all, Chopin was their boss, their master, and they knew very well that once Chopin made a decision, it was rarely changed.

Chopin said no more, and when leaving the private room, it was his two bodyguards who led the way, with Chopin following along, demonstrating a fair sense of responsibility.

Chopin handled things quite forcefully. Upon reaching Private Room No. 1, he signaled to the two bodyguards, who then opened the door without any reservations.

A thick cloud of smoke wafted out from the entrance. Inside, there seemed to be fifty to sixty men and women, but the private room was large enough that it didn’t feel crowded even with so many people.

The room was noisy, with music blaring loudly. Most of the men and women stood up, swaying their hips to the music, while those seated smoked with dazed expressions, likely due to ketamine.

The crowd inside was probably a mixed bunch. When the two bodyguards opened the door, those in the small private rooms by the entrance merely glanced over without scolding them, likely assuming they were simply there for fun as well.

However, as Chopin and the others gradually entered the room, the people finally realized someone was trying to crash the party and immediately began to shout, "Who are you? Do you know whose place this is?"

At this moment, the two bodyguards who came in first had already turned off the psychedelic lights, turning on the fluorescent lights in the private room. The people, stimulated by the lights, alcohol, and soft drugs, realized under the fluorescent lights that someone was coming to crash the place.

"Who are you people? What are you doing here?"

"Who are these people? Do you have a death wish? Coming to trample on Poison Dragon’s turf?"

"Ah, isn’t that the world-famous music Godfather, Chopin?" A woman suddenly shrieked.

"Ah, it really seems like it, the Violin Prince, Chopin!" Many recognized Chopin, feeling deeply conflicted, filled with both worry and delight, but no one dared to point fingers at Chopin.

"What’s going on now? Is Chopin relying on his status in the music world to take on Poison Dragon?" Some of Chopin’s fans were nervous for Chopin. Chopin, although a world-famous top music Godfather, was overshadowed by their reverence for Poison Dragon—one of the three underground kings of Yanjing, with influence extending to the surrounding provinces and cities, over a thousand subordinates who commanded respect and influence from both legal and illegal circles.

Though Chopin was renowned worldwide, to put it bluntly, he was merely an entertainer to them. To ordinary people, Chopin was infinitely glamorous, but in front of Poison Dragon, he was insignificant.

At this time, the dancing stopped, and even the music was halted. Many people began to ask what had happened.

At the main table in the primary private room, five young men in suits, some in their mid-thirties, others in their late twenties, all appeared to be formidable individuals judging from their expressions.

Seated in the center, a young man in his mid-thirties said in a deep voice, "What’s going on? Who’s causing trouble?" Beside the young man, Xiangxiang was flanked by two young men, who pressed her to sit beside him, almost half of her body leaning against his side.

Xiangxiang’s face was filled with anger as she shouted, "Poison Dragon, if you dare do anything to me, Fei Feng will not let you off! Even if I, your aunt, have to perish here today, I won’t yield to your wishes!"