"The second one is not a problem. I want you to get some matches."

Madman Bai gathered up his cotton-padded jacket, took out a box of matches, put it to his ear and shook it.

"Here, there should be 3 or 4 matches left."

After Zhou Wenzhong took it, he pushed it away and took a look. There were four more.

"You gave it all to me, what are you going to do?"

"Matches don't work well. They have to be dried when they get wet. I'll use this."

He opened his cotton-padded jacket again and held an object on his waist to show it.

"Fire sickles are convenient. They are not afraid of water."

Zhou Wenzhong nodded and said, "Let's go! Go to the toilet quickly."

"Did you write the song you just sang yourself?"

"Take a guess."

Zhou Wenzhong waved his hand and left. He took out the box of Pegasus cigarettes from the space, tore open the package, patted one side with his fingers, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Stab..."

Light it with a match, take a deep breath of smoke, and exhale slowly.

"A little dizzy... My predecessor must have never smoked. Bah! He must have never smoked! He is a poor man. He can't afford cigarettes at all. He can't even roll a cannon and smoke."
Chapter completed!