Lin Shuang recognized those plainclothes assassins at a glance.
He didn't rush to escape; instead, he lit a cigarette and sat in front of the sofa in the presidential suite, brewing and drinking tea on his own.
Lin Shuang glanced at his watch; it was ten o'clock in the morning.
A few hours remained until the arrival of the Netherworld Army.
There was no rush; Lin Shuang planned to make his move in the evening.
So there he sat on the sofa, smoking and drinking hot tea.
Meanwhile, outside the presidential suite, those plainclothes assassins had already disguised themselves as hotel waitstaff, slowly moving through the corridor, silently encircling the entire hallway.
At this point, the entire floor of the hotel was surrounded by plainclothes assassins.
Sitting on the sofa, Lin Shuang, with his sharp hearing, had actually already noticed the assassins outside.
"Knock, knock, knock." The door of the presidential suite was knocked on.
"Who is it?" Lin Shuang asked indifferently.
