"What a great cigarette! It even has a filter. I've never smoked a cigarette with a filter before."
After saying that, he just held the cigarette and became anxious.
"Dude, fire."
"You're lighting a firework!" he said as he threw the lighter over.
What made Wan Feng speechless was that after lighting the cigarette, this guy put the lighter into his pocket.
"If you don't take out my lighter on the count of three, you have to go swimming in the river."
"Hey, sorry, I'm used to it."
After saying that, he took out the lighter and returned it to Wan Feng.
"You called that bastard? Did your father give you that name when he was drunk?"
"Who said I was called that bastard? My name is Wen Tan."
"It sounds like he's that bastard again, a bannerman?" Only Manchus have that surname, as if he and Cixi are from the same family.
Wen Tan nodded.
"How old are you?"
"sixteen."
"Not going to school anymore?"
Wen Tan rolled his eyes at Wan Feng, as if to say, isn't this nonsense?
"Looks like you don't have a job, so what do you do? Be a thief?"
"I'm not a thief."
"I doubt you'll believe me. You look like a real thief."
Wen Tan wanted to get angry, but when he thought about the opponent's fighting ability, he immediately became discouraged.
"I repeat, I'm not a thief. Sometimes I'm the one who lets people gamble, and sometimes I run errands for people in the black market. I've never stolen a penny."
black market!
Wan Feng's eyes immediately shot out golden light.
How does the saying go: No matter how hard you try, you still can’t find it; when you get it, it’s effortless.
I didn't expect that after running around for a while, I would find something good waiting for me.
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