At that moment, Zhao Rong pulled a model ladder from his pocket and said to the three women and his assistant, "Miss Lili, Yu Lan, Xuelian, Assistant, don't worry. As long as we use this ladder to leave before all the air is sucked out, we'll be fine."
However, when Miss Lili saw the tiny toy ladder Zhao Rong was holding, she looked up at the impossibly high sky, shook her head, and said, "Brother Zhao Rong, this ladder is tiny! Even if it got bigger, it could never get us out of this vacuum. You need to call 911 right now! Get a Black Hawk helicopter to drop a ladder and pull us out of here before this whole place becomes a vacuum!"
Yu Lan looked at the ladder in Zhao Rong's hand. It looked like a miniature Eiffel Tower. "Brother Zhao Rong, if you could make that little Eiffel Tower in your hand as big as the real one in Paris, that would also work," she said. "Then we could just climb it to get out of this vacuum."
