Powerful, with a strong sense of rhythm, Yang Zhen, Dirty Cat, and Sao Chicken, this trio of swordsmen dressed in suits and sunglasses, swaying shoulders and wrists, came in to the beat of the music.
What astounded everyone was that these three fellows each had a small white stick puffing smoke in their mouths. They took a puff, and the smoke wafted, leaving everyone looking puzzled.
Dirty Cat laughed heartily, took a fierce puff from the white stick and said to Yang Zhen, "Kid, I quite like the suit armor and sunglasses, but what I'm most satisfied with is this thing called a cigarette. It suits me so much, you better get me some more, and the storage rings I've kept with you can be regarded as payment."
Yang Zhen glared and was furious, saying, "Damn, you want to buy these precious cigarettes with a few broken storage rings, don't even think about it, do you know how high the cost of these cigarettes is?"