"As they say, there was a reckless name, surname Mills, name Da, people call him David Mills…" The first sentence that Feng Bujue said… did not sound like normal human speech at all.
"What in the world…" Atobe grumbled, "So this is a story about a foreign person… And can't you just call him David Mills, what's with the surname Mills, name Da? Is that just to fill up the word count?"
Brother Jue continued with his story. "…He was a young police detective, he has a good wife, named Tracy. Ever since he was moved to a new district, Mills got acquainted with a new partner, called William Somerset. The name was in his sixties and had face as dark as coal. Oh, it was because he was African American…"
"Isn't that redundancy… Do you expect an African American to make a white face?" Atobe grumbled.
