The taxi driver, upon hearing this, seemed as if he'd received a great amnesty, quickly kneeling before Yang Fei, looking at him pitiably.
"Please spare my life, Great God. When I return, I'll enshrine your Godly Position and worship day and night..."
Yang Fei only felt his head aching in pulses, quickly waving his hand.
"Absolutely not, otherwise, I definitely won't forgive you. I'm a human, got it?"
As he spoke, he extended his hand to the driver: "Got any cigarettes?"
The driver was stunned for a moment, wiped his hands, pulled out a pack of Yellow Crane Tower cigarettes from his pocket, and handed them to Yang Fei with both hands.
Yang Fei took out a cigarette and lit it, casually pulling the driver up and patting him on the shoulder.
"Relax, it's all good now, I've already forgotten what just happened."
Oddly enough, Yang Fei's words immediately calmed the driver's anxious heart, giving him a feeling of surviving a disaster.
Yang Fei waved to him.
