Mr. x skillfully took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms, pulled out two of them, and handed them to our Smog.

Smog subconsciously took the two cigarettes and wanted to stuff them into his mouth.

Suddenly I realized that something was wrong, why did I take his cigarette?

"for you!"

Smoger said coldly, taking out two cigars and throwing them to Mr. X in a daze. With this, it was a bit scary.

His face seemed a little dark, and it looked a little ugly.

Tsk!

After all, this person was led to the wrong way!

"What do you want to find Dadi?" Smoger asked by changing the subject.

"Who is Dady?" Mr. X asked subconsciously, a little distracted, because he was now sniffing the cigar he had obtained from Smog.

Sniff it first, it feels almost the same, and take another sip later.

Looking at Smoger with two cigars in his mouth, Mr. X inexplicably understood and felt that he had learned something.

In the future, should I hold two cigars in my mouth?

This makes you look more elegant!

Of course, this is what he thinks. In fact, he has a bad temperament and looks like a gangster.

"Dadi is the person you are looking for!" Smog roared with a dark face.

"Oh... your cigarette feels good, where did you buy it? How many packs of Baileys?" Mr. X said perfunctorily.

The next second, the words said caught everyone off guard.

Just as Smoger was about to answer, he suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly shut up.

Why are the topics always being led in a crooked manner? They are pulled onto the cigarette!

He Smog is not a smoker... in fact, he is just a smoker!

Don't look at it, they may have a common topic.

Mr. x took out a small notebook, and the names of enemies were recorded on other people's notebooks.

Some people never avenge overnight, they avenge on the spot, and some people are not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years.

There were some inexplicable things in his small notebook.

It is related to various cigarettes, and the records above are these cigarettes in the pirate world.

These cigarettes have a ranking on small notebooks. If they think they are good, they will remember them.

In his eyes, Smoger's cigar is obviously quite good.

He is truly a colonel in the headquarters, and the cigarettes he smokes are unusual.

The veins on Smoger's forehead were leaping slightly, and he couldn't stand this guy.

What exactly is this bastard?

A minute later, Mr. X began to return to normal and said calmly: "I want to talk to that person about the Pirate Hunter!"

Smoger didn't want to say anything more to him, and pointed in one direction.

"Thank you... Wait, why don't we leave a contact information? I'll find you next time I want to smoke... I'll find you next time I have something to do!"

Mr. x said casually, saying this in a very calm tone.

Smog stared at him expressionlessly, which could be said to be quite scary.

Mr. x looked at each other indifferently.

"hehe!"

Smoger sneered, don't think I don't know, you are just greedy for my cigarette!

Mr. x left in disappointment. There was no way, and he didn't want to. So he would rather chat with him later.

Anyway, he is here and he can't escape!

"Wait... I don't care what you want to talk to him, but he is my friend after all!"
Chapter completed!