Compared to other noisy and flamboyantly scented pleasure quarters, Xichu Pavilion, backed by Huailan Lake, was scarcely turbulent and devoid of disturbances, exuding a tranquil and elegant ambience, with only occasional melodious strains of music flowing out from behind a window lattice, like a babbling spring.
However, tonight, this unique silence was unusually shattered by bursts of noise.
The guests who could frequent Xichu Pavilion were all people of distinguished identities. Initially, those whose refined tastes were disturbed had rolled up their sleeves and stormed out, ready to teach these ignorant folks a lesson and gain favor in front of the beauties.
But once outside, seeing that Liushan Division operatives had surrounded Xichu Pavilion tightly and even members of the Dragon Tiger Department were present, they were instantly dumbfounded.
The more astute individuals had already sensed the portents of an impending storm.
Xichu Pavilion's back courtyard.
