Anton sketched the rough shape of the nightclub, marking distances as well. Once he finished, even if Yang Yi had never been to that nightclub, he could understand what it looked like inside.
When looking at the sketches drawn by Chris and Rodriguez, they were practically impossible to decipher. Distorted proportions were one thing—after all, it was normal for the two of them, untrained in drawing, to have difficulties—but he could hardly tolerate the crooked lines that seemed scribbled rather than drawn.
Yang Yi decisively tossed the sketch by Chris to the side.
"Tell me what's wrong," he said.
Anton pointed out several spots on his sketch and said gravely, "Here, behind the wall, there's definitely an empty space. It's impossible to test the area parallel to this wall, but it's apparent that the wall is intentionally protected. Why protect it? The logical assumption is that there's a space behind the wall that needs to be kept secret."
