Yaen Chi lowered his head and glanced at the burning cigarette butt.
His body was weak and limp, no strength left in him; there was something done to the cigarette.
But a cigarette was just for fun anyway. The pretty boy was still waiting for him to change color, expecting that once he realized he'd been played, he'd immediately toss the cigarette. Who knew Yaen Chi's expression didn't shift a bit; he even bit down on the butt and pushed it further into his mouth, taking a drag right in front of him.
The pretty boy's face went stiff. "So damn cocky, huh? You're not scared at all?"
Yaen Chi asked, "How much have you found out?"
