Luo Yirui dared not delay any longer; the more time wasted, the worse it would be for him. He quickly ran towards the shelf, and by the time he reached the pile of goods, the Vertical Pupil had also arrived at the edge of the shelf.
The people across from him saw this and their faces changed. No matter how they tried to attract the Vertical Pupil, it seemed unmoved. Consequently, all the pressure fell on Luo Yirui.
Little Fatty's face was somewhat grim, his mind racing, but he didn't know how to help Luo Yirui.
Fei Yunqing and others felt heavy-hearted; they all hoped Luo Yirui could come over smoothly, yet the scene before them seemed almost impossible.
"We must find a way to attract the attention of these Vertical Pupils!" A determined flash crossed Little Fatty's eyes as he turned to look for something sharp and then cut his finger.
He said to the other three teenagers, "You guys join in too."
