Flame burned in Xu Tian's right hand, while his left hovered loosely.
Though Lian Youming was arrogant, ruthless, and vicious, that was only toward evildoers. Seeing Xu Tian lower himself to light his cigarette gave him quite a fright.
With things put that way, how could he possibly refuse?
"What are you doing, sir?"
Lian Youming did not know how to smoke, so he could only go through the motions.
He was just about to lean toward the match held out to him when his eyelid suddenly twitched. Glancing down out of the corner of his eye, he saw the old man gradually taking the weight off his left foot, lifting his heel from the ground. He was about to launch a move.
Hmm?
What sort of trick was this?
Did lighting a cigarette call for a stance like that?
His right hand, holding the cigarette, stopped in midair. A thought struck him, and he caught on.
Was he about to pull a sneak attack?
Lian Youming went on alert. Without betraying anything, he glanced at Xu Tian again. Seeing that the old man was still smiling, he quietly shifted his gaze back to the right hand holding out the match.
The way he held the match was rather strange. He neither clasped nor pinched it; instead, all five fingers gathered around it, enclosing it between them.
There was a trick hidden there.
So this was what he had in store for me.
"Boy, I'm only offering you a smoke this once. I've already struck the match. Whether you can take it depends on your own ability."
Xu Tian made no attempt to conceal anything, speaking plainly and directly.
Lian Youming glanced at the match, which was almost burned out, and his gaze sharpened. His competitive spirit flared at once.