About six minutes later, Jiang Yan Hai reached the intersection and immediately spotted the man standing outside a shop, scrolling through his phone.
Jiang Yan Hai walked over with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. "Hey, buddy, got a light? Lend me one."
"No. Get lost." The man looked up at Jiang Yan Hai, his gloomy eyes sweeping over him as he spoke with a cold expression.
"Hey, what kind of attitude is that? Fine if you don't have one, but what do you mean, 'get lost'?" Jiang Yan Hai took the cigarette from his mouth and pinched it between his fingers.
"I said get lost. Didn't you hear me?!" The man put down his phone, straightened up, and glared fiercely at Jiang Yan Hai.
"Fuck! If you won't lend me a light, then don't. What are you acting so damn tough for? Look at you showing off." Jiang Yan Hai immediately spoke with disdain, sounding exactly like a street thug.
"You're looking to die, huh?" The man strode toward Jiang Yan Hai with fury on his face.
"You got that right! I'm fucking looking to die. Hit me, then!" Jiang Yan Hai shouted back just as loudly.
Quite a few people waiting for buses at the intersection, as well as diners and restaurant owners seated at outdoor tables nearby, looked over.
"You think I don't dare?" The man still did not strike, but the threat in his voice was heavy.
"Oh wow, you're so impressive. I only asked to borrow a light. Fine if you didn't have one, so why the hell did you curse at me?" Jiang Yan Hai continued in that mocking tone.
"You really are looking to die!" The man glared at Jiang Yan Hai and spoke in a low voice.
"I am looking to die...