Ye Chen did not answer. His gaze drifted to Ain's skirt, and that slightly lecherous move was answer enough.
Ain stamped her foot in anger and clenched her fists. She glared at Ye Chen, her cheeks puffed out. She wanted to beat him up on the spot, but something held her back.
She remembered what had happened in the Beast Arena seven years ago. Ye Chen had been captured and made a Slave, suffering at the hands of the Celestial Dragons. Then, in his final duel with Hancock, he had driven the dagger in her hand into his own chest.
The scene had haunted Ain for years. She did not hate Ye Chen.
The fact that the Celestial Dragons had captured him and made him a Slave was enough to earn her sympathy. That he had been willing to give his life for Hancock had shaken her even more. In Ain's eyes, Ye Chen was no monster.
"Hands up! Drop your weapons, now!"
Hina took a hard drag on her cigarette and had barely barked the order when a dark blur flashed before her eyes. The next instant, the cigarette was gone from her mouth.
"I told you, as long as you don't try to arrest me, we can talk about anything. All this fighting and killing is no fun. Why not have a pleasant chat about life instead? What do you say?"
Ye Chen deftly twirled the Killer Brand cigarette Hina had just smoked between his fingers. Her eyes flew wide, and her delicate, fair face turned livid.
"Heh!"
Ain could not help giggling. He hasn't changed a bit. He still loves teasing girls.
"You... don't smoke that! It's mine."
Hina was too late to stop him. Ye Chen smugly put the cigarette between his lips, took a long,