After seeing Little Villain off, Xie De felt as though he had finished a third of his holiday homework with only a week left before school started. The mountain weighing on his heart had shifted slightly, but it was still there, leaving him no sense of relief at all.
The Laboratory hunting him down, the uncertainty of having nowhere to go, the pain of his injuries, and the urgent need to complete his Instance mission.
As these burdens piled up, irritation inevitably crept into Xie De's heart. He reached for the car's cigarette lighter and lit a cigarette. The scent of cedar drifted upward, but just as he was about to put it in his mouth, Huang Zhuowang snatched it away and stubbed it out.
The audacity!
"Bro, you're injured. Even if I'm not a doctor, I know you shouldn't smoke when you're hurt."
39 looked at him coldly. "Give it back."
That look was lethal. He seemed angry.
Huang Zhuowang quickly flashed a brilliant, slightly ingratiating smile. "Come on, bro, do me a favor. Don't treat your health like it doesn't matter. You could end up with lasting problems. Hey, I'm driving, so don't hit me. If my hand slips, we'll both be done for. Just take pity on me, okay?"
"Hmph."
Xie De snorted coldly. Already irritated, he felt even worse now. He decided to put it out of sight and out of mind, leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes, hoping to recover a little more strength and mental clarity.
It looked as though 39 had no intention of making a fuss over something so trivial.
He was actually pretty well-behaved.
Huang Zhuowang sneaked a glance at him, then checked the location on the map. They were heading to the airport. Unable to suppress his