Xiao Jintian spoke with an expression of great enjoyment, and once again blew a puff of smoke gently towards Qin Hao, this time directly at Qin Hao's face.
Qin Hao leaned back against the chair without moving a muscle. The puff of smoke drifted towards his face but dispersed to the sides as if encountering an invisible barrier.
"I don't really like smoking, and I dislike second-hand smoke even more. So, you'd better put out the cigarette."
Qin Hao said this without making any visible movement. He only leaned slightly forward, and in the blink of an eye in front of Xiao Jintian, a cold light flashed, and the burning tip of the cigar in Xiao Jintian's mouth was slashed off.
Upon closer inspection, Qin Hao was playing with a finely crafted little knife used for cutting cigars in his hand.
A flicker of panic passed across Xiao Jintian's face, but he quickly forced himself to calm down.
