The man was around forty years old, a burly figure with thick eyebrows and large eyes set in a square face.
His features were rather regular, but his face was covered in exaggeratedly sagging wrinkles, making him resemble a Shar Pei dog.
After entering the 32nd floor, his eyes filled with caution, he looked left and right and then swiftly gestured with his hand outside the fire exit for a halt.
Jiang Yan frowned upon seeing this.
It seemed like the other party had quite a few accomplices.
But she decided not to act rashly and chose to observe a bit longer.
On the other side, there was no noise coming from Sun Jingtao and the others' room either.
Outside was a raging storm, but such sounds probably woke them up, and they might be standing behind the door, observing through the peephole now.
Even though the hallway was pitch black, unlike herself with an infrared surveillance camera, they wouldn't be able to see clearly, but they could still make out figures.
