As soon as Zhuzi finished speaking, the remaining few looked at each other, seeing mutual distrust in one another's eyes.
Lowering their heads, they walked silently toward the counter and each pocketed a carton of cigarettes. Zhuzi's mouth curved slightly upward; once they took the items, even if they were questioned later, they would definitely keep their mouths shut and stubbornly withstand the police interrogation.
Zhuzi walked to the door, bolted it, then turned back, picked up a small stool from the floor, and handed it to one of them.
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