Xia Chong's figure disappeared among the ruins. It seemed that only Lu Xin remained on this land.
He surveyed the terrain around him, then climbed the walls to a dilapidated high-rise near the edge. He obediently sat on its edge, feet dangling in the air, quietly gazing north as he pulled the crumpled cigarettes from his pocket.
The view here was wide enough to ensure that he would spot the Hell Messenger the moment it appeared.
After taking out a cigarette, Lu Xin sighed and pulled out his exquisite ZIPPO lighter. He flicked it once.
...There was no flame?
Lu Xin fiddled with it for a while, then pried out the insert and discovered that the sponge was dry and the fuel was gone.
He had left it burning too long while lighting the way for Xia Chong.
He searched again and found the cigarette case and lighter Vice President Xiao had given him, but that one would not light either.
Maybe it had gone unused for too long.
With the crumpled cigarette dangling from his mouth, Lu Xin suddenly felt rather helpless. He raised his head blankly and looked out over the boundless wilderness.
He was a man with ten million in savings, and another two million about to be deposited into his account...
...Yet now he could not even light a cigarette?
A baffling sense of defeat rose within him. After thinking it over seriously, he still decided not to call Xia Chong and ask her to bring him a lighter.
Then he could only wait for the mission to end, go back, and find a lighter afterward, right?
Lu Xin thought this with great resignation and slowly let his thoughts drift.
The treatment received by Xia Chong and the other ability users from Central City did