We need to find a way to avoid those security guards.
Ruan Qi's eyes darted around, and her gaze suddenly fell on a door diagonally across from the holding room.
A sign was hanging on that door, with the words—
[storehouse]
Warehouse.
Since it's a warehouse, there should be quite a few tools inside, right?
Ruan Qi pondered for a moment, and with no one in the corridor, she swiftly dashed out.
She quickly reached the warehouse door and twisted the handle hard.
Great, the door's not locked.
Ruan Qi was delighted, turned the door, and swiftly slipped inside.
Five minutes later, the warehouse door opened again.
A 'fat woman' holding a mop, wearing a cleaning uniform, and a mask on her face came out.
She stood at the warehouse door, reached up to press down the brim of her baseball cap, and turned towards the elevator with the mop in hand.
