He paused, slowly extended the cigarette, placed it inside the black circle, and let go.
But this time, the chair Yan Junze was sitting on didn't rotate like Zhou Wenfei's had; it remained still.
His eyes widened as he saw the cardboard lid slowly being pushed up, a cyanotic arm extended from within the box, its five fingers also tinted blue, but the nails were black, as though poisoned.
The hand quickly reached into the circle, grasped the pack of cigarettes but instead of pulling it into the box, the fingers tensed sharply, crushing the pack into a lump.
The pack tore open, and the remaining cigarettes fell apart, scattering a substantial amount of tobacco shreds.
Only after completely crushing the pack and the cigarettes did the black fingers loosen, silently withdrawing back into the box.
About four or five seconds later, thump! thump!
Hearing these two sounds, Yan Junze now knew they were a cue for him to send something else over.
