Lin Feng still said nothing, narrowing his eyes as he stared at Pointy-Mouthed Monkey Face.
He stared until cold sweat poured from Pointy-Mouthed Monkey Face's forehead, then gave a cold laugh.
"Fine. Let's go take a look!"
Once that gaze was gone, Pointy-Mouthed Monkey Face finally sucked in a sharp breath.
When that man had been staring at him just now, he had felt as though Death itself had locked onto him. Even his neck felt icy, as if something were gripping it.
It had nearly made him want to abandon his plan immediately.
But when he thought of those tempting credit points, greed still outweighed the fear in his heart.
Leading the two of them to the clothing section, Pointy-Mouthed Monkey Face forced himself to raise a hand and point at Wanda, who was sitting there resting.
"C-Customer, they're waiting for you over there. I still have other work to do..."
With that, Pointy-Mouthed Monkey Face turned and left.
If he stayed any longer, he was afraid he would give himself away. The pressure was too much.
After taking two steps, he broke into a jog toward the transfer point.
He had to speed up the plan. Success was just around the corner!
"Why was he stuttering?" Susan watched Pointy-Mouthed Monkey Face flee in something of a panic, still not realizing anything was wrong.
She simply assumed it was normal behavior for an alien.
Lin Feng shrugged and said indifferently, "Who knows? Let's go see Wanda."
Susan nodded and said no more, walking toward Wanda.
Meanwhile, less than two minutes after Lin Feng left, Little Mustache arrived at the transfer point with a broad smile, bringing Lin Jili and Martina with him.
Likewise, the items they had selected were quickly delivered.
Lin Jili waved her hand and stored everything