The man was wearing a loose suit, smoking with a pair of dead fish eyes expressionlessly.
He smoked so forcefully that he could finish a puff in just two drags, then quickly pulled out a second one from the pack and lit it in his mouth.
At his feet on the rooftop, hundreds of cigarette butts had accumulated.
Wang Longhu came over, looking at the man with some admiration.
This amount of smoking couldn't just be called a heavy smoker; calling it a smoke coffin would be more reasonable.
His back was to Wang Longhu, and the rooftop stairway door was only seven or eight meters away from Wang Longhu.
But Wang Longhu knew, this guy must have already noticed him.
That open rooftop door, he couldn't get into building No. 3 to find Oda Hongxin without dealing with this person.
"Want one?" The long-haired man asked without looking back after finishing a cigarette.
"I don't have that habit," Wang Longhu said calmly.
