Davis sneered, openly displaying his disdain and contempt for the Empire's culture as a citizen of Country M.
Mocking endlessly.
Seeing the astonishment yet speechlessness on the archaeologists' faces, and Feng Tang's face turning red with frustration, he increasingly felt that this ancient Eastern country was so dilapidated and outdated, unsalvageable.
Amidst a dead silence.
Suddenly a harsh rebuke rang out:
"Damn it, you're the one who plagiarized, your ancestors for eight generations plagiarized us. How dare you say that our Empire's civilization originated from your western world? You clearly have delusions of being my uncle, but today I'll damn well prove I'm your dad and correct this generational hierarchy! Let me tell you, the fact is—it is—it's—"
Bai Fei was so agitated that the veins on his forehead popped out.
But he just couldn't get the next lines out.
