The amusement park under the night sky, with only a few cultists on duty wandering around.
It looked cold and silent.
Cultist changing room.
A hand quietly pulled the door open from the inside, and a figure flashed by, swiftly darting into a dark corner nearby.
"Everything is set up."
"Are you sure? It's only been three minutes, right?"
In the darkness, Du Wei took out his phone for a glance at the time, somewhat skeptical whether Tom was just brushing him off.
Standing beside him, Tom said dismissively, "Three minutes is more than enough. I've outfitted more than twenty sets of clothes with listening devices and hidden cameras. It couldn't be more of a breeze for me."
This was something he was extremely skilled at.
With some concern, Du Wei said, "You didn't mix up the clothes, did you? Make sure they're installed in their ceremonial robes, not their work clothes."
Tom nodded, "I definitely didn't mess it up; I checked each piece of clothing carefully."
