Dragged to the other side of the corridor where a round pillar almost blocked their bodies, Shen Liu stared at Yan Xiaoran with confusion. Yan Xiaoran looked at him and shook her eyes, telling him not to move or make a sound.
From her perspective, the shadow belonging to Jack was slowly approaching. She did not know if that horrid man noticed them when he came into this corridor, but she hoped he didn't.
A dangerous glint flashed in her eyes as her hands slowly went to the thigh holster that had a small pistol in it.
Just as the shadow was getting closer, it stopped a few steps away from where they were hiding. Yan Xiaoran heard him speak.
"Notify the men to act con inconspicuously. I don't want anyone to notice that we're planning something here." Jack said, and tiny muffled voice that spoke after him, Yan Xiaoran could deduce that he was talking to his phone.