From the Malice of the Central China Players (Part Two)

"You... treat all foreign players like this?" As the two walked along the road, An Shunwang glanced at the little sack and finally couldn't hold back his question. He was also rather glad that, when he'd panicked back then, the first thing he'd said had been in his native tongue rather than Chuan-style English.

"How could I?" the other player said solemnly. "Do I look like some vile xenophobe? He was the one who cursed at me first!"

"Cursed at you?" An Shunwang was taken aback. He thought back to the first thing the foreigner had said after waking up. Translated into Central China speech, it should have been: Damn, can someone tell me what's going on?

Although he'd sounded a little agitated, that hardly counted as cursing someone out, did it?

After thinking it over, he asked, "Could you understand what he was saying?"

"I understood his first word..."

An Shunwang said, "I see..."

In that case, it could only be considered a misunderstanding, not malicious xenophobia, right?

That was what An Shunwang thought. But just as he did, he saw the other player pick up another Elf Ball beneath the shade of a tree...

The player picked it up and gave it a sniff. His brows furrowed, and in the next moment, he simply raised his hand and threw it into the lake!

An Shunwang was instantly stunned. He stared blankly at the other player...

The player gave an honest smile and explained, "That guy reeked of curry. He was obviously an Indian. I hate Indians the most!"

An Shunwang: "..."

Now he was certain. This guy was an extreme racist who hated foreigners...

"Fine, I hate other foreigners too..." The player honestly tugged at the sack around his waist, wearing an honest smile.

An Shunwang paused, then