Chapter 632

Life or death, it was in fate's hands now.

This left Austin anxious and tense. Even though he was lying in bed, utterly exhausted from his injuries, he couldn't sleep.

"Buddy, you have to pull through!" Austin sighed heavily.

His right hand instinctively reached into his pocket and found a partially opened pack of cigarettes.

After his mother passed away, he had turned to smoking and drinking.

Vincent's guidance had helped him overcome that despair.

But the past few days of tense assassination attempts had made him stuff the half-empty pack into his pocket again.

He hadn't lit a single one before tonight's events unfolded.

Click!

He flickered the lighter, igniting a cigarette.

Thick smoke filled his lungs, but it did nothing to ease his anxiety and tension.

The idea that cigarettes could relieve stress or fatigue was a lie. It was just a psychological comfort.

But at that moment, all Austin had was the hope of some psychological comfort, there was nothing else he could do t