BC Chapter 31

Chapter 30 Not long after, Zhang Biao, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and one eye squinted, emerged from the second-floor room while fastening his belt. "Hiss—whoosh—." After buckling his belt, he held the cigarette with the "Liqun" brand name between his index and middle fingers, took a deep drag, and exhaled the smoke through his nostrils. In the fleeting moment as the smoke rose and dissipated, a complacent smile crept onto his lips as he leaned against the second-floor railing, puffing…