Night!
Twenty-eighth of the twelfth lunar month!
The entrance of the Five-lakes Clubhouse was lit up with colorful lights.
It was imbued with the atmosphere of the New Year.
Yet at this moment, the clubhouse seemed unusually deserted.
The guards that normally patrolled non-stop were suddenly reduced by fifty percent.
Only a few scattered individuals were left, wandering in the yard.
A group of shadows quietly infiltrated the surroundings of the Five-lakes Clubhouse, waiting for the opportunity to strike.
"What lousy weather!"
The guard rubbed his hands together and exhaled a breath of air.
It was obviously a bit cold.
"Everyone else is inside eating and drinking, while we watch the gate!"
Another sighed, "Damn it! The newcomers are no good. Back when we were with Aron Jackson, we got red envelopes during the holidays."
"Stop talking! If Devlin's people hear us, we might end up at the bottom of the river."
"Sigh!"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
