Jethro hadn't even changed his clothes; he was still wearing the bloodstained shirt that had continued to soak in blood while he and his bodyguard were forced to squeeze into the back seat to escape.
Yang Yi didn't even know the name of the wounded bodyguard, but Jethro truly cared about his bodyguard, so he was very happy upon learning that his bodyguard would survive.
Finally having a chance to sit down, Jethro collapsed weakly into a chair, and then he fished a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket with his bloodstained hand, pulled out one, and put it into his mouth before immediately taking a deep drag.
After exhaling a puff of smoke, Jethro turned to Yang Yi and the others, then raised the cigarette in his bloodied left hand and said in a grave voice, "Hey, anyone want one?"
Zhang Yong walked over, took a cigarette from the pack, and asked those behind him, "Anyone else?"