Fortunately, there is still half a pack of cigarettes behind the counter.

I don’t know if this cigarette belongs to Xiao Baihong or Zhao Junyu.

But they are not here at this time, so you can draw first, or at worst give them a whole one when you go back.

Wu Xiaode picked up the lighter, lit a cigarette for himself, and under the gaze of all "people", he took a comfortable puff and exhaled the diffuse smoke.

At this time, he slowly continued:

"Human beings are very fragile."

"So you have to understand that you are also very vulnerable right now."

The whole place was silent.

"People" are all thinking about the blow just now.

Obviously he didn't lose a lot of blood, but the strong man could no longer move. He was lying on the ground struggling, but he couldn't even say a word.

Wu Xiaode held the cigarette in his mouth and took another puff. He looked like the kind of gangster who is ready to fight on the street at any time.

He stared at all the "people" with a murderous intent on his face.

"Slowly get used to this kind of vulnerability. You all have to experience the fear, pain, and helplessness it brings."

He went on word by word:

"Only in this way will you understand how miserable we humans are."

"Perhaps you are smarter and can understand how brave we are to survive in the world."

It's really hard to smoke.

If kept for a long time and get damp, the original flavor of cigarettes will be lost.

Wu Xiaode put out the cigarette, picked up the cup and took a sip of strong wine. The murderous intent in his eyes dimmed, and he suddenly smiled:

"Don't worry, wait for me to rest for a while."
Chapter completed!