(The story takes place after Chapter 548. All country and personal names below are fictional; please do not associate them with reality.)
January 12, 1921, Sydney, Australasia.
Several Asian faces sat inside a tavern, savoring red wine. It was cheap red wine from the royal family's private winery, intended for the broad masses of ordinary customers.
After taking two large gulps, one of them frowned and swallowed before saying to his companion, "I really can't get used to these foreigners' drinks. I'd be better off going back and having a few swallows of our baijiu."
The Asian face at the head of the group smiled, not minding the man's blunt words, and said, "If we weren't here to gather information, I wouldn't want to drink this foreign liquor either. Besides, a single bottle costs us a day or two of food expenses. It's enough to kill you."
"By the way, everyone, have you noticed the way the Australians treat the Japanese?" An Asian face that had remained silent suddenly spoke, addressing the others with some excitement.
"Didn't they just give those two Japanese heavy sentences? Haven't those foreigners always looked down on us Asians? Isn't it only natural that they'd hand down heavy sentences?" someone asked.
"That's not the same at all." The man explained, "If the Australians simply looked down on us Asians, they could have easily implicated us bystanders.
And compared with that so-called great power, Japan, aren't our countries easier to bully?
But they didn't. They only gave those two Japanese heavy sentences. Doesn't that prove the Australians are also wary and hostile toward Japan?
As for those foreigners looking down on us, wasn't it because those Tartars ravaged our great nation for several hundred years? If we had paid attention to the foreigners' new inventions sooner,