Just as Du Jun finished speaking.
Several police officers in black uniforms entered through the MIX entrance. The customers, originally watching the commotion, quickly made way for the police upon seeing them.
Receiving a towel from a waiter, Lu Mao covered his head and hadn't gone far when he saw the police entering. Thinking someone had called the police, he quickly approached them.
"Good evening officers. I'm really sorry for disturbing you so late at night."
The lead officer glanced at the blood-soaked towel on his head and asked, "What happened to your head?"
"Huh? Weren't you here because of this?"
The officer shook his head without answering his question and asked instead, "What's going on here? Do you need help?"
Hearing the officer's slightly concerned tone, Lu Mao, although puzzled, forced a smile through the pain and said, "It's a minor issue. I can bandage it backstage myself."
Seeing this, the officer nodded.
"Are you the person in charge here?"
