Pyatov still wanted to struggle and threaten Chris, but his threats were clearly meaningless.
Chris walked over, wrapped his arm around Pyatov's shoulder, and guided him aside; from behind, it was evident that Pyatov's legs were trembling.
Letting go of Pyatov, Chris took out a pack of cigarettes, took one out, offered it to Pyatov, and said, "Smoke."
"I don't..."
Seeing Chris's glaring eyes, Pyatov shuddered at first, then hurriedly caught the cigarette.
Chris put one into his own mouth. Yang Yi pulled out a lighter, held it up to light Chris's cigarette, then walked over to Pyatov and switched on the lighter.
"Thank you."
Pyatov still managed a tremulous thank you before lighting his cigarette.
