Chapter 379: Chapter 379

He lit a cigarette, and a mellow smoke wafted up, warm and soft upon entering the throat and like spring water rinsing through the lungs upon inhalation.

You couldn't feel the harshness of tobacco; it was as if it were a puff of immortal spirit swirling in every bronchus, permeating every alveolus.

Man, who says smoking is bad for your health? That's just for regular cigarettes!

As Liu Zhizhong smoked such a cigarette, he felt it was way too enjoyable. Where was the harm to health in that?

Taking a closer look, hmm, there was even a hint of medicinal herbs, probably some extra ingredients, beneficial to health indeed!

He could confirm, these were special supply cigarettes, only they could produce such an effect.

Could ordinary folks afford them?

Ordinary folks could only afford the harmful ones and still had to pay a hefty tax—ha!

By the time the cigarette burned down to the end, its advantages became even more apparent.

At the end of the burn, the filter didn't scorch your fingers, and the tail smoke didn't scald your mouth, still fragrant and smooth. This kind of pleasure made you feel like chewing and swallowing the filter itself.

Liu Zhizhong stubbed out the cigarette, then took a big gulp of Alaite Spring Water. Ah, enjoyment, truly enjoyable.

In life, there are some pleasures you can only watch others enjoy, ones you yourself are not worthy of having!

At least, Liu Zhizhong felt that once he left this villa, he would never see this kind of water supply, these kinds of cigarettes again.

As for what other particular luxuries consumed inside the villa, it didn't matter anymore; they were definitely all top-notch.

This Brother Xuan, damn, he's mysterious. What's his story?

As he was pondering about the host, the door slowly opened.

Liu Zhizhong looked up, and was stunned...

Glasses had returned!

He returned, pushing a wheelchair!

In the wheelchair sat a pale-faced man.

He looked to be in his early thirties.

His trousers' legs were empty and fluttering, the lower legs missing.

It seemed the thighs were still intact.

This man was bald and shiny, and on closer inspection, a bit balding, so he simply embraced the bald look.

He wore a short-sleeved purple silk shirt with ancient-style lapels and fabric buttons.

His arms were somewhat slender, but the muscle lines were not bad.

The upper body was quite thin, making the silk shirt seem a bit spacious.

That face, very lean and drawn.

Long eyebrows, deep-set eyes, almost lifeless. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁

A fine bridge of the nose, thin lips, paired with the pallor of his face—he was a somewhat gloomy man, somewhat handsome, but not top-notch.

But the man's gaze was steadfast, and when he glanced at Liu Zhizhong, it was with an indifferent expression.

He was gloomy, yet he seemed particularly powerful.

Sitting straight in the wheelchair, when he glanced at Liu Zhizhong, Liu Zhizhong also quickly stood up; it was an involuntary action, perhaps also a form of respect for the disabled?

He was Brother Xuan, his real name Qian Xuan!

Qian Xuan gave Liu Zhizhong a glance, then, without nodding or shaking his head, and without a smile, pointed directly toward the host's seat.

Glasses instantly got the cue, looked at Liu Zhizhong and gestured for him to sit.

Liu Zhizhong had no choice but to sit down again, his heart filled with melancholy.

Watching the master and servant head toward the host's seat, situated below the Soaring Golden Dragon on the wall, he truly couldn't describe what he was feeling.

The man didn't even have a pair of legs, but he possessed much more than what ordinary people couldn't even dream of.

I have everything, but compared to him, it's as if I have nothing.

You can't compare people to people; it can make you depressed...

Qian Xuan soon reached the host's seat, the wheelchair turned around, his back now facing the seat on the left of the host, the most prestigious position in the whole place.

Only then did he speak, "All right, Song Zhe, you can go out."

Glasses nodded his head, immediately walking out.

Upon hearing the name Song Zhe, Liu Zhizhong almost wanted to laugh, silently recalling "Baby." Ah...

However, as Song Zhe passed in front of him, he whispered, "I'm the Zhe in philosophy."

Liu Zhizhong was speechless...