Before Brother Shi could speak, the cigarette, half-smoked in his hand, was snatched away by Ghost Head. However, he didn't mind; he wasn't a smoker and wasn't used to the harshness of smoke, so he didn't care about giving it to Ghost Head.
But he underestimated the allure a cigarette has for a seasoned smoker like Ghost Head. Not only was the half-smoked cigarette taken away, but Ghost Head crouched down and picked up the tobacco that had spilled onto the ground and rolled it back up.
"Can't waste a thing!" Ghost Head said with a sly smile to Brother Shi. Then he borrowed a lighter from someone nearby, lit the cigarette, and took a pleasant drag under the envious gaze of others. Luckily, the fight hadn't begun yet; a nearby officer merely glanced over and said, "Hurry up and smoke it, don't screw up later."
"Alright, alright!"
