Before he could finish speaking, everyone rushed over, staring intently at the cigarette in Song Heng's hand as if they had discovered some new prey.
Chen Ke's face lit up with surprise as he said, "Great job, bro! Where did you get this?"
Song Heng smiled mysteriously and said, "I got it from Director Lu a few days ago! Hehe!"
"Good heavens, there's still half a pack left! Tell me, did Lu Yuan give these cigarettes to everyone, and you embezzled them all!"
"Hey! You don't want to smoke anymore, huh? I helped Lu Yuan carry this dirt! Don't talk nonsense!"
No one cared much about carrying soil; they were quite interested in the cigarette in his hand.
Then came a flurry of activity, and the cigarettes were all gone in the blink of an eye. Everyone sat on the roadside, smoking and chatting, looking incredibly relaxed.
The group of people sat by the roadside and quickly finished their cigarettes, seemingly still feeling a bit unsatisfied. However, looking at the empty cigarette pack, they could only sigh and wish they could have another puff.
However, such fantasies are just that—fantasies. If you think about them too much and actually develop a nicotine addiction, you'll have to force yourself to quit. Taking an occasional puff is fine, though.
They dusted themselves off and continued walking toward the fork in the road. What they didn't notice was that right behind them, at the end of the main road, a group of suspicious-looking people were heading toward Sector Three.
There were about several dozen people in this group, each carrying something in their hands, such as kitchen knives or bamboo sticks. They all had a look of longing on their faces. Then another group of people rushed out from another road and joined them, clearly indicating that they had something to do.
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