The performers inside were all Westerners, in a small concert hall that could accommodate around five hundred spectators.
There was nothing interesting to see, so Yang Fan went elsewhere.
Searching every place individually was troublesome, but it was necessary. Avoiding surveillance cameras was also a skillful task.
When Yang Fanfan reached the right corridor on the fifth floor and took just one step forward, the red light on the surveillance camera in front of him flashed, and he heard a pure English voice from an unknown microphone: "Mr. Yang, welcome to the Crusaders' Club. We've been expecting you for some time now."
The unfamiliar voice was something he had never heard before. His first reaction was the possibility that he had been exposed.
Could it be that these people knew he was coming even before the operation began?
Impossible. Everything was kept confidential, and Yang Fan had always been very cautious.
