Chang Huan took the cigarette from Chen Feng with one hand while sizing up the bold guy in front of him, "Who the hell are you? Swollen like a braised pig's head! And these cigarettes, damn, Shuangxi brand for ten yuan, you aren't embarrassed pulling these out and losing face?"
"Hey Brother Huan, I'm Chen Feng, I used to hang with Qin Shousheng; brother, we've met before, right?"
"Uh, remembered now, but I couldn't recognize you with that pig head mask you're wearing! Hey, when did you pop over to South Korea for plastic surgery and then had a botched job?"
"Hehe, Brother Huan, you're joking. I'm just a loser, where would I get the money to go to South Korea? I fell out of a tree yesterday and busted my face…"
"Haha…" Chang Huan burst out laughing and threw a quip at Gou Tui, "If your word means anything… Gou Tui, what's that next line?"
"Pigs will climb trees!" Gou Tui chimed in flawlessly, truly Mr. Chang's best sidekick.
