"Take one."
Miss Gu took the cigarette, pulled out a kerosene lighter and a cigarette holder ring from her bag.
She inserted the cigarette tip into the holder ring, lit it with the lighter, and asked Zhou Xuan, "Did you come specifically to wait for me?"
"Yes."
Zhou Xuan replied.
"Young Master, you said your tattoo couldn't help me. Now you're waiting for me specifically—are you perhaps inviting me to dinner?"
"My tattoo can help you." Zhou Xuan decided not to beat around the bush.
Miss Gu's hand holding the cigarette visibly trembled.
"You're not joking, are you?"
"Miss Gu, I want to ask you: if I tattoo other Gods' totems onto your body, will you mind?"
Zhou Xuan asked.
Some radical Tangkou disciples find having other Gods' tattoos on their bodies worse than losing a hand.
"I joined Tangkou purely for the pursuit of power and status—faith is hardly a factor for me.
