After Wang Dajun left, the group of security guards sighed in relief. The Evil God was finally gone, and their attention turned to the newcomer, Lin Hai.
"Bro, that's just how Wang Dajun is. Don't be mad at him; the guy is just a natural-born Evil God," said Fan Jian with a chuckle, seemingly indifferent to the recent insult Wang Dajun had hurled without offering face.
Lin Hai smiled and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, offering them around. "Thanks, Brother Fan, here, everyone have a smoke. I'm new here, so I'll be counting on you all to look out for me."
"Hehe, Brother Lin, you seem like a nice guy," Fan Jian laughed as he took a cigarette. He didn't light it straight away but rather sniffed it and smiled blissfully, muttering, "Damn, four-yuan-a-pack cigarettes. I haven't had these in nearly half a year; they smell so good."
