Wang Yu arrived but did not immediately get out of the car; instead, he sat inside with a group of his underlings.
The coordinated attack was set for eight-thirty, and it was just after eight now, so there was still time. Thus, Wang Yu took advantage of this time to sit in the car and take a glance at the club.
There was a reception desk at the entrance of the club, behind which stood a sashaying, elaborately dressed receptionist.
At the moment, the receptionist was loudly chatting and laughing with a burly man in black clothing. Not far away, in a corner, five men, either squatting or standing, were smoking cigarettes and shooting the breeze.
With just a glance, Wang Yu knew these men were members of Yiheshe because their clothing matched, and the word "Yiheshe" was printed on their T-shirts.