Zi Han stood under the shade of a building his expression deadly like if anyone dared to approach him he would slaughter them on the spot.
His heart suddenly felt itchy. It was like an internal itch that couldn't be scratched thus he could only light a cigarette to ease his discomfort but when he recalled where he was he suddenly stopped his movements. He stared at the short tour guide walking towards him his gaze so intense that the man felt the sudden urge to run.
"Come here," said Zi Han and the man strode over his clothes sticking to his back because he was sweating bullets.
"Give me a smoke," he said and the tour guide was a little confused for a while. What did he mean by that? What smoke?
Zi Han saw his confusion and explained, "Something you smoke when you are reevaluating your life choices. That's the smoke I am talking about," he explained and the tour guide wordlessly nodded his head and moved his feet about to run off.