Chapter 392: Immediate Arrest
You had the nerve to manipulate Eunice and take aim at Thornton Corporation behind our backs? Well, it’s only right that I gave you a taste of your own medicine by secretly undermining you.
As night descended, the city burst into a dazzling display of nightlife. Skyscrapers, festooned with massive LED signs, pierced the sky. Streets pulsated under the glow of neon lights, crowded with people reveling in the city’s vibrancy and allure.
In the heart of this urban playground, one street outshone the rest. Lined with clubs vying for attention, their exteriors were as lavish as Thymion palaces, all in a bid to draw in the crowds.
Among these, Serenity Palace stood out. Despite its name suggesting elegance, inside it was a hive of chaos. The air was thick with the beats of loud music, merging with the cacophony of shrill laughter and chatter as patrons lost themselves in hedonistic pleasure.
Suddenly, the revelry was interrupted by the sharp wail of sirens as three police cars skidded to a halt outside the club. A squad of officers disembarked and stormed inside with determined strides.
“Nobody move!” shouted the lead officer as he burst through the door. The command barely cut through the booming music, noticed by only a few security guards.
“Sir, should I ask someone to turn off the music?” an officer suggested amidst the chaos.
“No need,” the lead officer decided, squinting. Without another word, he drew his pistol and fired a shot into the ceiling.
Bang! The sharp report silenced the music instantly. The startled DJ hit pause, plunging the club into sudden quiet.
“What’s going on?” “Why are the police here?” “Did something happen?”
The club buzzed with whispered speculations as everyone’s attention snapped to the unexpected visitors.
At that moment, the club manager, a man with a sly and shifty demeanor, peeked out. Seeing the officers, he forced a grin and weaved through the crowd toward them.
“Well, well, what brings our friends in blue to my humble establishment?” he greeted with a servile smile. “Everything here is above board, officers. I’m curious, what brings you to our doorstep tonight?”
The lead officer, unimpressed by the manager’s act, maintained a stern facade. “We’ve received reports of illegal activities and the circulation of illegal drugs here. We’re here to conduct a thorough search.”
The patrons of the club were blissfully unaware of the gravity of the situation. All they could do was nod in agreement with the manager’s reassurances: “Exactly, this place is just for fun; there wouldn’t be any illegal drugs here.”
“Exactly, officer, you really should stop meddling in these trivial matters. Let us just continue with our fun!”
The lead officer’s expression grew stern, and he cut through the dismissive chatter with authority. “We’ve already obtained a search warrant,” he declared firmly. “Now, we’re going to thoroughly search this establishment to determine if there are any illegal items. We’ll soon see what’s hidden here.”
With that, he made a sweeping gesture, signaling his team into action. “Secure the main entrance. No one is permitted to leave. Anyone attempting to exit will be obstructing police work and will be arrested on the spot.”
“Understood!” came the prompt response from several officers who hurried to block the entrance.
“All of you, proceed with the search. Ensure no corner is overlooked!”
“Yes, sir!” echoed the team as they surged forward, diving into the depths of the club like a swift gust of wind.
Meanwhile, the manager’s composure began to crack under the pressure, and he rapidly attempted to dissuade the officers. “Officer, we really don’t have any illegal drugs here! Initiating such a disruptive search… isn’t this bad for our business?”
Losing patience with the manager’s interruptions, one officer snapped, leveling his gun at the man’s head. “If you keep causing trouble, I’ll shoot you right here.”
Silenced by the threat, the manager clamped his mouth shut and stepped back, allowing the police to continue their work unimpeded.
Shortly, an officer burst from the interior to report, “We didn’t find any illegal drugs, but we did apprehend a man and a woman involved in prostitution.”
As the detained individuals were escorted out, disheveled and embarrassed, the lead officer merely nodded. “Take them away.”
At that moment, another officer rushed out, holding up a bag of white powder excitedly. “Sir, we’ve found it! This is the latest illegal drug on the market, and there’s much more inside—varieties beyond just this one.”
The lead officer took a brief look at the powder, then tossed it back to the officer beside him. “Process this evidence,” he instructed, then turned to another officer. “Arrest the manager.”
“Yes, sir!” The officer sprang into action, handcuffing the protesting manager.
“Officer, I’ve been wrongfully accused. Please, let me go. I have no idea what this substance is,” the manager pleaded as he was led to a police car and transported to the station.
Across the city, in an exclusive club, a starkly different scene of violence unfolded. Septimus was midway through a brutal assault, swinging an iron rod with lethal force. Amidst the victim’s agonizing screams, his phone rang.
“Good, very good. I’m wrapping up here as well,” Septimus replied before hanging up and surveying the havoc he and his men had wreaked.
The club was in shambles, with injured staff members strewn about. A slight smirk appeared on Septimus’s face as he admired the chaos. “That’s more like it,” he muttered contentedly. “All right, let’s get out of here.”
“Understood!” his subordinates echoed, promptly following him out of the now-devastated club.
Shortly after their departure, police officers swarmed into the venue, shutting it down systematically.
Septimus watched the scene unfold in his car’s rearview mirror, a broad grin spreading across his face. He then dialed Madelyn’s number. “Hey, I’ve taken care of everything you asked me to do. You owe me one now,” he reported, satisfied with the night’s work.