A Master's Wild Imagination

Feng Jun sensed Brother Hao's hostility and simply got to his feet, moving away from the campfire.

Once the market trip was over, he would be leaving this place anyway. There was no need to make a big deal out of a few verbal clashes.

Seeing him leave as well, Brother Hao's face darkened slightly. At that moment, the Ding Family's second son spoke up. "Brother Feng has always been like this—cold on the outside, warm on the inside. Brother Hao, don't take it to heart... he saved my Little Bean's life."

"Oh?" Brother Hao glanced at him and nodded faintly, speaking expressionlessly. "Those with ability usually have a bit of pride."

Feng Jun sat down on his camp bed, pulled out another cigarette, and lit it. Someone walked over beside him and held out a hand.

Feng Jun glanced at Lang Zhen, silently handed him a cigarette, then offered him the lighter.

Lang Zhen did not take the lighter. Instead, he took the lit cigarette directly from Feng Jun's hand and used it to light his own.

He took a deep drag and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. Then he said four concise words, "You are very wasteful."

Feng Jun was stunned for quite a while before he understood what the other man meant.

Using a lighter to light a cigarette was too wasteful. Since one cigarette was already burning, he could simply use its flame.

People in this world really lived frugally. Feng Jun smiled and answered nonchalantly, "I'm used to it."

Lang Zhen did not argue with him. He simply plopped down beside him.

After taking another drag, he asked, still in his concise manner, "What did you come here for?"

Feng Jun turned to look at him. After thinking for a moment, he took out