Half an hour to go.
Ji Yun had been waiting on the fourth floor early on.
To make his facade of being filthy rich a bit more three-dimensional, Ji Yun even placed a big bag of jerky right by the entrance hallway's elevator.
"How many of them are there?"
"Logically, if the property management lent them a hand, they should be able to get by. There's no need to take such a risk to murder and rob, unless their numbers are larger than we anticipated."
Ji Yun still found it hard to understand, what kind of people they really were.
A group of fugitives?
But fugitives seldom gather together like this.
Most fugitives would scatter, so if the police found them, they wouldn't all be caught at once.
Moreover, if they were wanted, their notices would have been plastered all over the city. Once they moved about together in a group, they'd easily attract scrutiny.
"Heartless and skilled at killing, unnaturally calm..."
