Di Yunliang finished his explanation and went to open the cigarette case.
What lay ahead was a fight to the death, and survival was far from certain. That meant enjoying life's pleasures while one still could, which was precisely why this whole bunch was so insane. Besides his pursuit of power, Di Yunliang had no perverted hobbies—with the sole exception of the Black Emperor. If he couldn't smoke this cigarette, he wouldn't be able to die in peace.
Just then, Cheng YuanYu grabbed his arm and said earnestly, "Mr. Liang, give it to me straight. How do I survive this?"
Di Yunliang paused, his hand on the cigarette case, and glanced over. "You want to live? There's a trick to it. When the time comes, be smart. Don't charge too far ahead, or you'll just be cannon fodder."
"But don't hang too far back, either, or Rose might make an example of you and kill you on the spot. When you charge, don't go leaping ten feet at a time. Take small, quick steps, and shout your lungs out, got it?"
