In the performance hall, not far from where Lin Chu and Liu Chenhui were seated, a handsome man in a floral shirt and brown sunglasses, flanked by two female companions, would occasionally glance their way.
Watching Lin Chu toss money onto the stage moments ago, and now seeing him surrounded by a bevy of beauties, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touched the corners of his mouth.
'How flashy.'
A hidden camera, concealed in a shirt button, had already recorded everything as evidence of his completed mission.
As his boss's most reliable operative, Han Xingmin had received this mission a day ago. He had departed from Seoul, traveled to Rotterdam as quickly as possible, boarded the ship, and, following his instructions, confirmed the target's identity.
His mission was simple and clear: observation.
Just observation.
Observe this man named Lin Chu, then provide a comprehensive analysis from every possible angle.
So far, he had seen him three times.
