Daniel Cooper raised an eyebrow, his expression slightly surprised, "My cigarettes are very strong, isn't Mr. Shane worried about harming his lungs?"
He then generously handed over both the cigarette case and the lighter.
Zachary Shane took them, expertly lit up a cigarette and said, "If Mr. Cooper, being such a distinguished person, isn't afraid, what do I have to fear?"
As a medical student, he naturally knew the dangers of smoking. In the past, he indeed cared a lot about maintaining his health, and even under great pressure, he only smoked light cigarettes occasionally to relieve stress, never letting himself become addicted.
But now he didn't care anymore, considering that any day he might get shot and report to the Devil's abode—what was there to maintain?
