Outside the Sofitel Legend Hotel.
Street.
The air was filled with the fragrance of French iris.
Inside a white car, a few young men were operating their devices while chatting.
"Do you think someone as skilled with poisons as Senior Sister Yan would fall for me? Bin, you've been using those binoculars for ages, did you catch anything inside?" One of the youths, holding a tablet, was fine-tuning a drone, "These days, everything relies on high-tech. It's really not as easy to use as you'd think."
"Can't see a thing. The hotel doesn't have those floor-to-ceiling windows; all of them are as tiny as the French." Bin retracted the binoculars, "What a pity. I'm a huge fan of Senior Sister Yan and Senior Sister Mu. They're among the few beauties in our Seven Kills Sect. That waist, those hips, those long legs — simply irresistible! What a shame, all wasted on that guy..."
