The one responsible for incorrectly exporting British culture heard this and had to shamelessly admit, "I clearly pointed out in the book: that's just a small group of people, not everyone. Besides, your view of Britain is completely because you haven't been to Paris. Don't you know that Paris has many theaters offering semi-nude performances for a moderate fee? In my opinion, the popularity of whips was probably brought to London by the French."
"Ha, looks like you have something to dispute with the cultural advisor of France." Gogol laughed heartily, then paused for a moment, turned his head to Arthur, and asked, "Wait, you said 'Hastings Case Files' was written by you?"
"Why? Do I have to take you to London for a whip fest for you to believe it? What do you think my surname is? And where do you think my cultural advisor title comes from?"
"Arthur Hastings? 'Hastings Case Files'?" Gogol exclaimed in surprise, "My God! Are you really Arthur Sigma?"
