The sarcastic meaning behind these words is a bit elevated.

People who would leave the plane's cockpit are definitely not the aloof type.

Upon hearing his words that seemed to mock his hairstyle and his name, the Flathead immediately became furious.

He had initially intended to grab his collar and ask, "What did you say?!!"

However, at this moment, both the clothes on his body have been taken off, leaving him wrapped in layers of gauze. It's a bit difficult to start as it doesn't seem appropriate to just grab his pants; that would lack dignity.

However, what the pilot liked the most was grabbing someone by their collar and speaking.

The figure of the airplane's head was considered tall even in prison. As long as it didn't encounter someone much taller, it was generally able to complete this action. In terms of height from left to right, it was especially suitable.

The ideal level is when you can just touch the ground with your toes when lifting it up, but without applying too much force.

The pilot's mind was wandering while he skillfully wrapped the bandages around, left and right. After finishing the task, he put down the medicine and lifted his head to ask, "Do you have a cigarette?"

The pronunciation of the Y language on the left and right is very pleasant, really.

But just because someone has a pleasant-sounding voice doesn't mean you're familiar with them, right?

"Did you forget something?" Feige was clearly taken aback by his open and straightforward manner.

How should I put it, they are currently in the state of arranging a battle, so you can consider them as enemies.

"What did you forget?" he asked in response.

"Do you really think just wrapping it up will be enough to heal the injury?" Fei Ge glanced at his leg, which was wrapped up in a manner that was neither aesthetically pleasing nor embarrassing. He smacked his lips and admired the attractive shape of his leg.

There was no way around it, Fei Ge had a slight leg fetish. The bandage on top was a little obstructive, that's true, but it still made Fei Ge sneak a few extra glances.

"Where could I possibly refuse? Fei Ge is so capable, I can't afford to be fat and lazy, that would be disrespectful to you, wouldn't it?" As he said this, a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. However, no matter how you listened to it, it felt uncomfortable.

This is probably praising him, right? At face value, it is indeed true, but when you see the plain expression on his face, it doesn't seem like that's the case.

In the end, Fei Ge could only say one sentence, "Consider yourself smart."

"Do you have cigarettes, Fei Ge?" they brought the conversation back to the previous topic.

Fei Ge: "......"

In the end, he still took out a cigarette and handed it to him.

After receiving it, he expressed his gratitude, saying, "The cigarettes in here are too expensive, it pains me a little to smoke them."

Fei Ge glanced around and couldn't really see what he felt sorry for. Could it be that he only feels sorry for himself when he takes a hit, but not when he hits others?

"What exactly do you want from me?" Feige couldn't figure out this person, they must have some skills.

Moreover, he is quite bold.

There are not many people who can remain so calm and ask for cigarettes when they see him in this prison.

In terms of this aspect alone, he already has quite a lot of courage.

"I'm looking for you?" Zuo You raised an eyebrow and looked over, his face showing a questioning expression of "Why am I looking for you?"

Feige pursed his lips slightly and said, "If you didn't come to me, why are you lingering around in my area? Don't tell me you just happened to pass by?"

Upon hearing his subordinate say that this girl had come looking for him, he quickly tidied himself up and arrogantly made his way over.

As a result, he is bandaging himself here.

After exchanging a few meaningless words, he even managed to be tricked into giving away his own cigarette.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding area suddenly came to life.

Before I heard about the organization, and now even the district has been established. It feels like we're dealing with a gang. Is this really a prison...? It's so poorly managed...

Moreover, he really just happened to pass by here. But he couldn't possibly respond with: "Oh, it's not like I purposely came this way, I really just happened to pass by."

How quickly that head turns left and right.

After quickly sorting things out, he opened his mouth and asked, "Are we going to the trading area?"