Ten o'clock at night, Di Hao nightclub.
A young man wearing a floral shirt and sporting a middle-parted hairstyle slipped in through the back door.
At the end of the corridor, in the Spade K room, he looked around cautiously, making sure no one was following before carefully sneaking in.
In the room sat a man of about fifty, with a slicked-back hairstyle, wearing a white shirt, sunglasses, perched on a tan leather sofa. His left hand held a glass of Bordeaux red wine, gently swirling it, while his right occasionally drew on a cigar.
"Sir, I've arrived."
Upon entering, the shirt-clad man respectfully addressed the man with sunglasses.
"Hmm."
The man with sunglasses hummed softly, set down his cigar with a somewhat solemn expression, "It's been two hours already, have you had any contact with Fei Yang or Ah Long?"
