Chapter 78: She Is That Jiang Yan!

After the scar-faced man finished speaking, he leered at the tall, slender Jiang Yan from head to toe, finally swallowing hard before saying:

“Well, well, little lady, you’ve got quite the figure! All the right curves in all the right places! Look at those big, watery eyes—you’re about to steal my soul!

And that tiny waist—damn, I could wrap my whole hand around it!”

As he spoke, he stretched out a hand with long fingernails, gesturing in the air, then made a crude, indescribable motion toward Jiang Yan.

Normally, Jiang Yan would have already pulled out a knife and chopped off that filthy paw of his.

But after everything she’d been through lately, she was noticeably calmer and more composed.

In some situations, it was better to hold back until she figured out who she was dealing with.

Bang!

The fire escape door was shoved open by several men dressed just like the scar-faced guy.

They were about to speak, but the overwhelming stench in the stairwell hit them so hard they snapped their mouths shut.

Jiang Yan shot them all a cold glance, stuffed her hands back in her pockets, and continued upstairs.

From the details she’d just observed, these men were definitely the group that had broken into Building A in the middle of the night.

They were all wearing black work uniforms.

Even though the lighting in the stairwell was dim, she could clearly see a faded gold-and-red logo on their chests: Golden Shield Security.

She remembered that name.

When she’d come to Shallow Bay to look at apartments before, Du Zitong had specifically mentioned it.

Golden Shield Security was fairly well-known in Anming City. Besides security outsourcing, they also handled property management for residential complexes.

Rumor had it the boss had connections on both sides of the law and was quite powerful.

After all, security companies served a wide range of clients—from government offices to mines and nightclubs.

Their clientele was all over the place, and so were the quality of their security staff.

Those outsourced to government offices had to look decent, have no bad habits or criminal records, and follow strict codes of conduct.

But those sent to mines and nightclubs? The rougher and scarier they looked, the better they could keep things under control.

According to Du Zitong, the large Sunshine Symphony tin mine workers’ complex next to Shallow Bay had outsourced its property management.

And the company they used was Golden Shield.

So, it seemed the people who’d climbed over the wall and moved into Building A that night weren’t residents from another complex, but this group.

Their leader was probably a property manager or someone similar—also from the security company.

No wonder they’d seemed so organized and disciplined at the time.

But she hadn’t heard a peep from them lately, which was a bit odd.

After all, there were quite a few of them, both men and women.

Jiang Yan guessed it was probably because they’d been holed up on the lower and middle floors.

With water and power out for so long and the hallways packed with people, those with apartments rarely came out.

Those camped in the hallways didn’t dare wander far either—afraid their supplies would be stolen the moment they left their spot.

Information was completely cut off.

And since she didn’t interact much with others, and there were no security cameras on these floors, she had no way of knowing what was happening below.

“Hey! I’m talking to you, bitch! Are you fucking deaf?!” The scar-faced man, seeing her ignore him, felt his ego take a hit.

Jiang Yan stopped, turned around, and shot him a cold glare. “With all this shit on the floor, it still can’t block your mouth?”

The men behind Scarface exchanged glances, trying not to laugh.

But Jiang Yan clearly saw their hands move behind their backs.

“What the fuck did you say?! You want me to take care of you right now?!” Scarface’s expression darkened. The muscles at the corner of his mouth twitched as he reached behind his waist and pulled out a gleaming, razor-sharp knife.

Jiang Yan didn’t move an inch.

The moment she’d seen Scarface, she’d deliberately kept her hand in her pocket—ready to pull a gun from her space if things got dicey.

Sure, her pocket wasn’t big, and hiding a gun there was a stretch.

But it was still better cover than pulling something out of thin air.

She could’ve drawn from behind her back, but that would’ve required a more obvious movement. Keeping her hand in her pocket was much smoother.

Scarface gripped his knife and lunged forward, while the others behind him revealed their own weapons.

They were holding the strongest type of spearguns sold online—the kind with several sharp, barbed fish darts.

She’d seen strength tests for these spearguns online.

The most powerful ones could shoot through three large water jugs in a row and still hit the target with full force.

Clearly, this group was much tougher than Liu Dahong’s gang.

Judging by how smoothly they worked together, they were probably used to robbing and assaulting women.

But against Jiang Yan’s gun, no matter how fierce their weapons, they were nothing.

In less than a second, Scarface took a big step forward, a cruel grin on his lips, and closed in on Jiang Yan.

He slashed at her neck with the knife in one hand, while the other reached for her below the neck.

Just as he thought he had her, Jiang Yan whipped out her gun from her pocket and aimed it at his head in a flash.

With a flick of her thumb—click—the safety was off.

Her finger rested on the trigger, ready to fire.

The men with the spearguns froze at the sight of the black muzzle, fear flickering in their eyes.

“Well, well, little lady, didn’t expect you to be such a spitfire! Tsk, I like that! And you even brought your own toy gun—perfect for a little role-play with me! Once you put on my uniform, I’ll—” Scarface didn’t get to finish. The cold metal muzzle was already pressed against his forehead.

He’d never handled a real gun before, but the feel and weight of this one was nothing like a toy.

His lecherous, evil eyes went wide with shock.

At the same time, Jiang Yan clearly heard the fire doors opening on the 18th, 20th, and even higher floors.

The gaps were small.

Not many people peeked out, and those who did were extremely cautious.

These days, people’s curiosity wasn’t what it used to be before the apocalypse.

Stick your nose in the wrong place and you could lose your life.

She could hear footsteps rushing down from above—more than one person.

Was it another group from this gang?

Jiang Yan frowned slightly, her guard instantly up.

“Third Brother! She’s Jiang Yan from the 32nd floor!” a young man behind her suddenly shouted."