C32 One step difference

"Correct. Not a few, but ten." I straightened my collar and smiled.

Feng Xinlan spat shamelessly, then called his men to arrange for a car to take us to the private clubhouse.

The fat guard was still there, but not as aggressive as before.

"Wait." The fat doorman stopped me.

"What's wrong?" I frowned.

"Nothing, I just seem to have seen you somewhere before." The fat gatekeeper chuckled