The entire hall suddenly fell silent.
The gangsters looked at the sofa in shock. What the hell is going on? When did he manage to get next to our boss?
Ren Feng, however, was smiling, completely unaware of any tension, but at this moment, Jin Hai's heart was in his throat.
Just now, he had lit a cigar, only to have a gun pressed against him before he could react.
"Hmm, quite the taste, Cuban cigars." Ren Feng smiled as he pulled a cigar from Jin Hai's pocket, sniffing it indulgently.
"Not bad, very authentic. Got a light? Lend me a flame."
Jin Hai was sweating profusely, but still kept his composure. After all, he'd weathered many storms over the years.
"I have one, in my pocket."
Ren Feng once again reached into Jin Hai's pocket, took out a lighter, then lit the cigar and inhaled deeply, exhaling a plume of blue smoke.
"Mr. Jin, you really know how to enjoy life." Ren Feng patted Jin Hai's face, as if patting a brother's cheek.
