At the foot of Liyuan Mid-Mountain Villa, a Bentley was concealed in the embrace of the night.
Lin Can smoked cigarette after cigarette, filling the cramped interior of the car with a dense haze. Jin Fan, sitting in the driver's seat, rolled down all the windows, but it did little to mask the thick stench of tobacco.
"That's quite enough, Young Master Lin," Jin Fan finally spoke up, adopting a conciliatory tone. "Why don't you just light the dozen or so left in the pack all at once?"
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