Axi executed a tactical roll into the restroom with the door open, yet his gun remained aimed at the room's door.
Han Xue didn't seem to care, and she too didn't let her guard down, her finger lingering on the remote control's button.
After all, Han Xue couldn't be sure.
The police might be planning to catch them all in one fell swoop.
While closing the door, Han Xue took another glance at the corridor and stairwell, saw that there was still no movement in the stairwell, then she closed the room door.
Han Xue leaned against the tightly closed door, her ear pressed to it, listening for any sounds in the hallway.
Axi also crept out slowly, pressing his head against the door.
Throughout the process, neither of them spoke.
They were like two statues, maintaining their poses with their ears against the door.
Even their breathing was unconsciously slowed.
Fearful that any noise might be too loud and they would miss the best chance to counterattack.