"That's it?"
Seeing the iron cage that had trapped him vanish in the blink of an eye, Smoker's eyes widened in disbelief. "That trap was child's play!"
"Child's play?" Ye Chen nearly swore. "Think about what you were like just now. If you hadn't gotten a smoke, you would've lost your mind. These traps are no joke."
"What about you? You don't look any different."
Aside from an empty iron cage, Smoker saw nothing around Ye Chen. He puffed on his Cigar and studied him, convinced that nothing had happened to him.
After all, no one looking at Ye Chen could see anything wrong.
But Ye Chen himself felt worse by the moment. A voice kept echoing in his head: I can't do it anymore. I can't do it anymore. I might never be able to be with women again!
The thought grew stronger with every passing moment. Under its relentless suggestion, Ye Chen grew increasingly agitated, twisting and turning inside the cage until he felt ready to go mad.
Smoker stood there puffing away and staring at him like an idiot. Annoyed, Ye Chen waved him off. "Go on, get out of here. There's nothing for you to do. Can you let me have a little peace?"
Smoker took a long drag on his Cigar. Having a smoke again really did feel great, much better than before.
Ye Chen put his own Cigar between his lips and flicked a finger. A flash of white light struck its tip, sending up a tiny spark. Ye Chen took a deep drag, and the Cigar immediately lit.
He drew hard, and the cigar caught.
As he smoked, his mind raced.
His gaze drifted back to Perona, and an idea suddenly struck him.
Smoker's greatest fear was being unable to smoke, something nearly