Yan Feifan, clad in a cumbersome bomb suit, had just stepped onto the staircase to go up when his sister grabbed his arm.
"Feifan, you... you... be careful!"
Yan Feifan took off the heavy helmet with its bulletproof glass visor, gave his sister a faint smile, and said, "Sis, I won't do anything reckless."
He then looked at Zheng Libing, who was standing to the side, and said, "Mr. Zheng, please escort my sister downstairs."
Zheng Libing responded with a firm, "Alright!"
Cradling his helmet, Yan Feifan, accompanied by Zhang Yi, Mr. Yi, and others, took the stairs to the fifteenth floor.
There, he saw four fully-armed SWAT officers and four firefighters standing guard in front of a sealed door on the left.
A man who looked like a SWAT captain took a few steps toward Yan Feifan's group and reported in a low voice, "Mr. Zhang, the situation hasn't changed."
Zhang Yi nodded, then ordered in a grim voice, "Have everyone ready to move at a moment's notice."
