Seeing how agitated Chen Nan was, the monk pushed him away with both hands, somewhat displeased, "Patron, please restrain yourself. I have proper thoughts, integrity, and I absolutely do not engage in that sort of behavior."
Engage in that sort of behavior?
Chen Nan was stunned for a moment, really wanting to slap him across the face. What kind of monk was this, whose mind wasn't filled with scriptures but all sorts of nonsensical thoughts?
"Where exactly is my junior sister? Please, master, give me some direction!" Chen Nan asked again.
The monk stroked his chin and sighed, "Does the patron have any cigarettes on him? This poor monk is having a nicotine craving and is hoping the patron could provide some aid."
Seeing that the monk was rambling on and on without answering his question, Chen Nan became nearly frantic, quickly taking out a pack of cigarettes and handing the whole thing over to him, "Master, where exactly is my junior sister?"
"The patron is really generous!"
