The Eve of the Assassination

Hanging up the phone, Yang Ming was still sitting on the bench, but Wang Xiaoyan was a bit impatient. If Yang Ming stayed here, then the clubhouse would be empty in a while, she would not be able to take action!

However, there was only this bench for people to rest in the vicinity, and there was no other place to rest. Wang Xiaoyan couldn't chase Yang Ming away, right?

In desperation, she could only take a step at a time.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the security guards who were standing at the entrance of the clubhouse to get busy suddenly. Then, from the clubhouse, a group of people came out and walked to the parking lot next to the clubhouse.

These people were basically the directors of the major casinos. All of them came with their cars, so even if they wanted to go to dinner, they would each drive a car and gather at the meeting place.