The five arrived at the staircase entrance.
Unexpectedly, they were blocked by a double-leaf security door.
"Don't worry, the refuge floor is not allowed to be locked. It normally remains closed only to block out gas and smoke."
Just as Gu Ji finished speaking, Yang Dong placed his hand on the door, intending to open it.
At that moment, his ear twitched slightly as he heard something, quickly pressing down Yang Dong's arm.
In an instant, there was movement in the corridor.
It was Qi Liran and Dahai, leading the desperadoes out from the eighth floor.
Perhaps because more people gathered around them, they gained a sense of boldness, their unrestrained laughter audible even through the metal door, no longer concealed.
Luckily, they were heading to the ninth floor.
After confirming that no one was in the stairwell, Gu Ji delayed for five seconds before allowing Yang Dong to proceed.
Yang Dong swallowed his saliva with difficulty, then carefully turned the handle.
