?Mobile reading A group of customers were enjoying themselves, many of whom had already decided on their evening romance targets. Just as they were about to fully engage, the music stopped. Eighty Electronic Book (txt02.com) A team of well-dressed police officers rushed in, swiftly securing all entry points and bringing everyone under their observation. Both He Muqing and Shu Yajing immediately realized: these guests must not be visiting this venue for the first time—otherwise, how could they have such seamless coordination and familiarity? Faced with this unexpected visit, the guests were all startled. Who knew what the police intended? Even if they were innocent, being summoned to the station for questioning would surely be a hassle. The staff at the bar quickly stepped forward, smiling and asking, "Good evening, officers. What's going on? We're fully licensed and operating legally here!" The police captain glanced at him and huffed, "Whether or not you're operating legally is up to you—what I say doesn't matter. We've received complaints from the public alleging that some of your guests are illegally selling drugs here!" "Impossible," the man quickly explained. "Our staff are all very well-behaved." The captain said, "I haven't even said it's your staff. It might be the guests themselves who brought the drugs in. Therefore, we're conducting a routine check on everyone. Everyone, please—have your ID ready. If you don't have an ID, your driver's license, passport, or any other form of documentation will do. All of you will be inspected!" The guests grumbled. They had come here to unwind and enjoy themselves, but now they had to go through checks. And it seemed these officers showed no signs of easing up. Every single guest would be checked—there was no telling how long this would take. The officers divided into three teams to conduct simultaneous checks on guests in different areas, leaving four foreign gentlemen until last. After the first group had been inspected, the police captain said, "You're all clear. If you'd like to stay, just sit quietly and wait here. If you'd like to go home, we won't stop you—though I'd recommend you do leave, just in case something hinders our operations, which would be bad for everyone involved." Hearing this, the guests quickly began to depart, eager not to risk any trouble. After all, the officers came to search for drug traffickers—should a confrontation arise, the consequences would surely be serious. One by one, the guests left, and the bar manager nearly cried. After all, they had finally managed to secure a weekend, hoping to boost their revenue—now, today had been completely wasted. By the time the guests began to leave, the number of people present had steadily dwindled. He Muqing and Shu Yajing were also rather "lucky" to be kept back, drawing consistent admiration and glances from several foreign guests who were continually captivated by their beauty. This treatment deeply frustrated the girls who had already successfully "sacrificed" themselves—other than hiding in the arms of handsome men and cooing affectionately, they could do little else, as everyone knew their appearance and figures were far inferior to those of their suitors. One tall, blonde foreign gentleman boldly winked at Shu Yajing. Shu, the police officer, didn't pretend to be unaware—she gave him a flirtatious glance, knowing that soon she would have to make her move, so why not treat him a little better? He Leding remained composed, one hand reaching into the inner side of his right boot—there, concealed, was Qin's signature weapon, the dagger Fire-Phoenix! With all the checked guests now choosing to depart, the police officers accelerated their inspection pace. The bar owner breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing that the drug dealers still hadn't been identified—while a slightly lower turnover wasn't a problem, if they actually managed to arrest several drug dealers, the bar would surely be in serious trouble. "You four, get up," the police chief said, pointing at the four girls in the arms of foreign men, then added, "You four, stay until the end!" The girls' identities were unquestionable; when ordered to leave, they all showed clear resistance and unwillingness to comply. In their eyes, after all, they had finally secured a chance to meet a foreign man and hoped to spend a romantic night at a hotel—so to simply let them go would be unacceptable. He Mengqing gave a subtle signal to the officer, who understood and said, "You may go and wait outside, but you must not remain here!" The girls, using their limited English, exchanged a few words with the foreign men—mostly about waiting for them outside—and then reluctantly departed. Up to this point, the police's actions did not raise any suspicion among the four foreigners. They felt it was perfectly normal to be left behind, after all, they were foreigners, and besides, weren't there also two beautiful women who had been left behind? Soon, the bar staff were cleared out as well. Just as the police were about to begin checking the foreigners, the captain's phone rang. A worried voice came through the speaker: "A violent incident has occurred at South City XXX. Officers stationed anywhere nearby must immediately respond—repeat, all officers must respond." The captain didn't need to speak—he simply waved his hand, and thirty-some officers followed in orderly succession. Within less than three seconds, the police were completely gone. The four foreigners stared in shock, still sitting dumbfounded on their sofas, completely at a loss. Shuyajing gracefully stepped down from her barstool, extended her long legs, and walked calmly toward them. "Beautiful lady, since the police have left, why don't we have a drink together?" the tall blonde man smiled. Undeniably, these four looked quite appealing. Take this blonde one—when he smiles, he's absolutely captivating, able to charm most girls who've never really been in the real world. "Are you really sure you'd like to have a drink?" the young policewoman asked softly. "Of course," the blonde man replied with a warm smile. "Now that we're the only ones left, doesn't that feel like fate? Don't you Chinese believe in fate?" Heavily, He Muqing stepped forward, her long legs moving gracefully, her gaze sweeping over the four of them. "Are you really certain you'd like to have a drink?" The four of them didn't understand why the beautiful woman was asking such a question—wasn't there clearly wine before them, not just plain water? Each of them expressed the same intention—inviting the women to drink—in their own unique way. The two women exchanged a glance. What the leader said grew steadily colder as she forced out, "Vampires don't drink human blood—they drink wine. When did you all change your nature? Can wine replace blood? I've never heard such a thing!" The four handsome men immediately reacted, especially the blonde one, whose sharp features almost twisted with anger. He snapped, "I see now—you've known our identities all along, and deliberately had the guests cleared out!" The policewoman spoke with a tone of mockery, "At last you've noticed it. Did you really think you were a handsome man, that the women would have to come to you on their own?"