Li was truly anxious, not knowing if the three bars of chocolate in his pocket could make his superior show mercy and forget about his contact with the Fengjiang rebels.
So, he clenched his teeth and took out all his profits as well—two packs of cigarettes, both still intact.
He walked back to his unit, just as his superior had left the circle to relieve himself nearby. Li immediately approached, lowering his voice as he tentatively called out, "Sir... Sir?"
"Hmm?" Putting away his 'faucet', the commanding officer squinted his eyes toward Li, who had some capability in managing chores and minor tasks.
Li was very nervous. Gritting his teeth, he finally fished a pack of cigarettes supplied by the Great Tang Empire to Fengjiang from his pocket, the kind with filters, and handed it to his direct superior.
