Jiang Yan stopped at the corner of the staircase and didn't continue upwards.
The narrow path that the crowd made for her was very tight.
It would be enough for someone to suddenly draw a knife and stab her in the back, turning her into a human hedgehog instantly.
"Good dogs don't block the path," Jiang Yan coldly glared at the crowd and said unhurriedly.
The group exchanged glances for a second, angered yet unable to speak, and squeezed to the sides of the corridor.
Seeing this, Jiang Yan stopped talking and instead put down the rubber boat on the ground and took off her backpack.
"Maybe we should go back, it's about time for us to fish," someone who saw her unzipping the backpack, mistaking it for reaching for a gun, said in panic.
Another person hurriedly added, "Oh right! It's so dark in the stairwell, I almost forgot about the time."
"What about Old Zhang's body?"
"What else can be done, just leave it there!"
"..."