Just for you breaking the rule: Damn! I'm going to urge that jerk who owes me Money to scram!
Selling red dates, real replenishment: It should be true, because that person directly gave the order. He doesn't even care about our meager contributions; the taxes we pay aren't even enough to cover his gas money.
Mug: He drives? Gas money!
Selling red dates, real replenishment: His sister has a white Bentley, you can check it out.
Gentleman: I really don't want to leave!
Hunter: Let's go. The environment of the Six Great Stars is too harsh, only suitable for those players who can overcome the first Human Tribulation.
Blow up Cybertron: Maybe that's the guy's plan, to drive all players away so Earth returns to how it was.
Ascetic Monk: I'm not leaving; Earth is my homeland, and I believe, sooner or later, the Human Tribulation will be resolved.
There's no Chang'e on the Moon! Don't be fooled!: I don't want to leave either, but I'm conflicted, so annoying!
