"Police."
Meng Chengbiao took out his police ID, displayed it around, and subdued the commotion in the restaurant.
They were all regular customers who had come to dine, and they didn't know what the police were there for. Some of the public instinctively hid in corners or private rooms, while those unafraid stood at a distance to watch the excitement, all the while murmuring their thoughts:
"Could it be drug trafficking?"
"No way, how would so many people split the money if it's about drug trafficking? Plus, they're dressed too well. Don't think so poorly of people, such a pretty young lady, she must be selling... you know?"
"What are you looking at? Those following her are bodyguards, she must be a rich family's child, or maybe an internet celebrity or star."
"Maybe they're cosplay from a KTV, where men and women perform and sell at the same time, you pick who you like, and if you've got the money, you take them away!"
"What about the dog, then?"
