Inside the surveillance room.
Xiao Shuai nodded and bowed to the old man, turning his right hand over to reveal a Fire Starter in his palm. "Sir, here...!"
Under the dim light, Xiao Shuai extended his hand, about to uncap the Fire Starter and light the cigarette in the old man's mouth.
"Hiss...!"
Just as sparks were about to fly between them, Xiao Shuai sucked in a breath and said with a remarkably shrewd look, "Wait, something's wrong. Sir, something about you feels strange."
"...!"
The old man froze for a moment.
Xiao Shuai looked at him and added, his expression both serious and cowardly, "You're strange. Personally, I don't think a chain-smoker working the night shift would ever wait for someone else to bring him a light. If he couldn't smoke, he'd go out and buy a lighter even if it cost him his job. Besides, there's a mall right downstairs."
The old Remnant Soul looked somewhat baffled, as though he had never imagined Xiao Shuai would follow that line of reasoning.
"...Hey, do you have a quest for me?"
"What are you talking about?" The old man gave him a sidelong look. "Light it for me first."
"No."
"Then lend me your lighter. I'll do it myself." The old man held out his hand.
"That makes you even stranger. Why does it have to be my light? There isn't a single lighter in this huge control room?" Xiao Shuai's cautious expression showed just how much he valued his life.
"What's wrong with you? All this fuss over borrowing a light?"
"I suspect you're setting me up." Xiao Shuai retreated two steps and stood at the door. "I'm not lending it to you."
"Then get lost."
Annoyed, the old man turned around with the cigarette in his mouth and