He glanced at the trash bin, the half-wet paper...
The man's heart had completely cooled down.
He had no desire to eavesdrop on the filthy and degenerate conversations between Chen Wei and Diana anymore.
He stood on the balcony, smoking, occasionally using binoculars to confirm that neither had left the hotel.
About half an hour later, the man finally saw the tightly drawn curtains of the room dim as the lights went out.
Picking up the headset again to listen, he realized there was no noise inside, which infuriated him so much that he smashed the headset to the ground, shattering it into pieces.
"So what if it's been a long time? I'm short, and how!" he vented to himself.
Another two or three cigarettes passed.
Feeling the timing was right, the man took a bag, deciding to head out, and stuffed both the raincoat and the sharp knife he had taken from the kitchen into it.
He successfully entered the hotel...
Exiting the elevator...
