The Demon Race.
Sun Wukong watched the great demons drinking and puffing out clouds of smoke. He had followed the demon squad into hiding in a secret realm somewhere in the Laniakea Universe.
Sun Wukong could not help marveling at how cautious these demons were.
It was not just the Demon Race. The Angel Race was the same. Over the years, they had repeatedly had their spies lurking in the Laniakea Universe transport vast quantities of cigarettes and liquor back to their own universe.
Over these past few decades, cigarettes and liquor had become the most sought-after commodities in the two universes.
The main issue was that the upper ranks were short of supplies, while the lower ranks followed their lead. Some would beat each other's brains out over a single cigarette.
Cigarettes and liquor had caused plenty of unrest, giving the leaders of both universes endless headaches.
But the wood had already been made into a boat. Never mind their subordinates-even the higher-ups were the same. They truly could not do without them; the craving made them itch inside.
They had actually noticed that the cigarettes differed. The ones they smoked bore a clover-shaped mark, while the others did not.
When given ordinary cigarettes, they all called them fakes. They had no effect at all, no kick.
When Zhang Yang first devised the plan, he had already considered that these things were a double-edged sword.
Since these goods circulated, they would also find their way back into the Laniakea Universe and seriously affect the Native Universe.
So he had incorporated two pieces of advanced technology to prevent that.
The clover marks on every pack and every cigarette were actually made from a special synthetic plant and could be detected with specialized instruments.
The other measure involved soaking the shredded