127: Catching a turtle in a jar

“Brother Long, according to our base’s rules, it’s time to offer you a cigarette,” Pan Han said, gesturing to a shelf to get something.

“They even have cigarettes,” Li Qinglong exclaimed, surprised.

“I’ll get it for you.”

“No need, just tell me where it is. I’ll get it myself.” Li Qinglong was still wary and didn’t let go.

“It’s on the second shelf of this rack,” Pan Han could only instruct him.

Li Qinglong slowly walked to the shelf, reached into a paper box, and rummaged around. Sure enough, he pulled out a carton of cigarettes.

“Open it,” he said, unable to unseal it with one hand, so he had Pan Han do it for him.

Pan Han quickly tore open the packaging, took out a pack, and pulled out a cigarette for Li Qinglong.

“You smoke it first.” As an Intermediate Evolver, Li Qinglong was already immune to poisons, but he feared other dangers.

“Alright!” Pan Han smiled slightly, lit it himself, and took a deep drag.

The battle had lasted several hours, and he was somewhat fatigued.

With a puff of smoke entering his lungs, he felt much more relaxed.

“Comfortable!” Pan Han deliberately put on a show of enjoyment, his eyes hazy as he blew smoke rings.

Li Qinglong sniffed it; it was indeed genuine tobacco.

He hadn't touched the stuff in years, and his craving instantly flared up. Just as he was about to take one, Pan Han suddenly let out an “ouch” and his body contorted.

“What’s wrong?” Li Qinglong’s nerves instantly tightened.

“Nothing, my back just suddenly got really itchy, and I want to scratch it.” Pan Han intended to make him drop his guard again, so he thought of a classic sketch’s gag.

“Then scratch it.”

“Oh, damn, ouch!” Pan Han strained to reach his back.

“I can’t reach it! Brother Long, can you help me scratch it?” Half of Pan Han’s face feigned extreme itchiness, while the other half was plastered with a smile.

“This!” Li Qinglong was instantly dumbfounded.

What kind of bizarre request was this?

Seeing Li Qinglong unmoved, Pan Han began to rub his back against him, making “ouch, ouch” sounds as he did so.

This action made Li Qinglong’s head ache, his mind buzzing.

Forget it, I’ll scratch him a couple of times, then smoke. Li Qinglong secretly made up his mind.

“Where does it itch?” Li Qinglong placed his hand on Pan Han’s back.

“Reach inside! That won’t satisfy the itch!” Pan Han suddenly said loudly, sounding very anxious.

“Such a hassle!” Li Qinglong grumbled, but still reached inside the clothes.

“Yes! Right there, scratch!”

Li Qinglong actually scratched obediently.

“Yes, right there, comfortable, put some strength into it!” Pan Han feigned comfort while directing him.

Although the warehouse door was closed, there were a group of evolvers outside who could naturally hear the sounds from inside.

Everyone exchanged bewildered glances.

What’s going on? What are those two doing in there? Lord Pan couldn’t have lost his innocence, could he?

Cheng Xiao heard the commotion and couldn’t help but frown.

After scratching seven or eight times, Li Qinglong felt something was off, so he pulled his hand out.

He reached for a cigarette and had Pan Han light it for him.

“Thank you, Brother Long, thank you, Brother Long. That feels much better now.” Pan Han chuckled as he lit his cigarette.

Men are strange creatures; even the biggest enemies can share a smoke together.

Evolvers are no exception!

Half a minute, one cigarette, Li Qinglong was as happy as a god!

Seeing his satisfied expression, Pan Han couldn’t help but secretly smile, thinking that in this world, there was no man that one cigarette couldn’t handle; if there was, just add another!

“Not bad, I’ll take this,” Li Qinglong said, pointing to the entire carton of cigarettes.

“No way!” Pan Han replied with a serious expression.

“What? Are you trying to go back on your word?” Li Qinglong suddenly tightened his grip on Pan Han’s finger.

“How could Brother Long only ask for one carton? The whole box, it’s all yours!” Pan Han righteously pointed to the large box on the shelf.

Li Qinglong was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, “You’re a clever one.”

Seeing the timing was right, Pan Han quickly ran to the shelf, moved the box, and placed it at Li Qinglong’s feet.

With this, he successfully broke free from the restraint, very smoothly, very reasonably, and very scientifically!

“Brother Long, take another look, is there anything else you fancy?” Pan Han pointed to the small mountain of goods behind him.

“This meat looks good,” Li Qinglong said, pointing to the smoked meat hanging behind.

Pan Han quickly ran over, took two large strips, and placed them at Li Qinglong’s feet.

Then he carried over another large box, neatly filled with canned luncheon meat.

He picked up a can and handed it to Li Qinglong.

The other party took it, and with a slight squeeze of his fingers, he opened the can. The meat juice flowed onto his hand.

“Canned meat.” Li Qinglong picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, and savored it.

“Not bad, not bad! It’s truly good meat!”

“As long as Brother Long likes it, this box is yours.” Pan Han finished speaking, then ran to another shelf and picked up a bottle of cola.

“Brother Long, have some drink.” Immediately, Pan Han helped him open it.

Gulp, gulp! Li Qinglong drank it all in one go.

“Refreshing!” he roared softly.

The power of “fat happy water” was something people in the apocalypse simply couldn’t resist!

The crowd outside the main door was shocked again when they heard Li Qinglong’s low roar.

“Seventh Sister, could Lord Pan have been…” Old Six quietly walked up to Cheng Xiao and whispered.

“Sixth Brother, what nonsense are you spouting?” Cheng Xiao spat at him.

“Well! It’s just that the dialogue sounds too similar. You know!” Old Six didn’t believe it either, but he couldn’t help but think that way.

Seeing Li Qinglong drinking happily, Pan Han scurried over and moved another box of cola to his feet.

“Brother Long, what else do you want?” Pan Han looked up and asked.

“You must have alcohol, right?”

“We do! Brother Long, come with me.” Pan Han thought, you finally asked!

Pan Han led Li Qinglong to a corner of the warehouse and lifted the floorboards.

The large iron door of the cellar appeared before them.

“This is?”

“Hehe, your humble servant is not talented. This is a wine cellar I built. It’s specifically for storing good wine. Brother Long, shall we go down and take a look?”

There are three places men won't miss. One is a gun store, one is a wine cellar, and the other, well, hehehe.

“Good.” Li Qinglong, hearing there was good wine, saw no reason to miss it.

He was a complete alcoholic. For years, he had sent people out to collect wine. He even wanted to brew his own.

Pan Han spun the combination lock, opened the large door, and went down first without looking back.

Li Qinglong looked down and saw that it was indeed a hidden world. He then saw Pan Han waving at him.

After hesitating for 1 second, he still followed him down.

Seeing him descend, Pan Han moved the switch, causing the large door to slowly close.

“Brother Long, this place is my own wine cellar and shelter. No one outside knows about it, so you have to keep it a secret for me,” Pan Han said, deliberately to prevent suspicion.

Li Qinglong looked around, seeing the abundance of supplies and survival gear, and had no doubts.

“Brother Long, look, this is baijiu, this is whiskey, and there’s also beer. What do you like?”

“Hah! You’ve certainly got a lot hidden.” Li Qinglong couldn’t help but praise as Pan Han brought out several kinds of alcohol.

“Come, Brother Long, let’s sit and have a drink.” Pan Han pulled Li Qinglong to a small dining table and opened all the alcohol for him.

“I’ll have a bottle of beer first.”

“Here, try this. This is craft beer, it’s incredibly good.”

The two of them actually started drinking quite seriously, even clinking glasses.

After downing a can in one go, Li Qinglong felt much more relaxed.

“Brother Pan, if I had known you were so wealthy, why would we have fought? You give me supplies, and I’ll protect you. Anyone who dares to touch you, I’ll beat them to death!” Li Qinglong exclaimed with emotion.

“Brother Long, have some more whiskey. I’ll get you some beef jerky, let’s have a few more drinks.” Pan Han pointed to the shelf behind Li Qinglong.

Li Qinglong nodded, took the whiskey, and drank straight from the bottle.

Suddenly, he felt something unidentifiable amiss around him.

When he looked back again, Pan Han was gone!