"Click."
As the precise mechanism of the hatch clamped tightly, a faint and crisp sound quickly arose within the silent cockpit.
The cold and sharp aura surrounding Li Hong dissipated abruptly, a hint of deep-seated weariness appearing in his eyes. Soon after, he shook his head slightly, walked over to a staircase near the pilot's seat, and sat down. After a moment of silence, he spoke softly, "Got a smoke?"
"There are just two left." The man who had been quietly sitting in the pilot's seat reached into his chest after hearing Li Hong's words, and quickly took out a slightly crumpled and open pack of cigarettes, "I'll give them all to you."
"One is enough," Li Hong said as he took just one cigarette from the pack, lit it up himself, and took a drag. Moments later, he exhaled a misty cloud.
