"Isn't it true? You people from Hua Country are just a bunch of paupers. What can you possibly have that surpasses us, you bumpkins, with no experience?" Anthony said, his face full of disdain.
The man from Hua Country was so angered that his eyes turned blood-red, his fists clenched tightly in rage, his knuckles turning white from the force.
Standing aside, Xu Ying also reached the peak of her anger. They were weak now, but they would strive to become stronger. Who grows without facing challenges, who matures without the need for time? What was there for these foreigners to be proud of?
If she hadn't been considering the bigger picture, she really would have wanted to give this man a few slaps.
"Anthony, right? Are all of you foreigners so ill-mannered? What do we have in Hua Country? Manners. Hua Country has always been a place of courtesy, where we honor the learned and virtuous, where we extend politeness to the soldiers below.
