To celebrate the four of them surviving the kidnappers, Scott decided to treat everyone to a meal.
The little tavern was moderately priced, and the pork chops were delicious—just what the blond veteran craved.
Taking a big bite of the honey-glazed pork ribs, Cheng Daqi smiled, waiting for Sani and the other two to give their answers.
"But I don't believe that crap, Chan."
Sani was the most indifferent to these things; she never thought she would have any connection to those ridiculous slogans.
"Chan, I think it's similar to the 'intent' in Hua Country's martial arts, only by believing in the 'intent' can it be realized."
Kernor was an enigma, unquestionably foolish when observed as a steady figure in the world.
But the moment he linked any problem to his beloved Hua Country martial arts, he would instantly gain a considerable intelligence boost.
"You know it's a lie as well, my experiences tell me it's a lie, so I stopped believing, I don't believe it anymore."
