"What do you mean by that?" Seeing the prison chief about to walk away, he grew anxious. "Get back here! Explain yourself."
"Santian, stop making a scene. Don't you see he's insulting you?" The skinny man standing next to him pulled him back.
Santian scoffed, "Insulting me? Do you think my Chinese is that bad? What part of that was an insult? The man's just completely unreasonable. I asked him a question, and he didn't even answer. This is nothing like the 'nation of etiquette' you all talk about."
"Hah! Santian, stop showing off your eloquence. Have you still not grasped our situation? We don't even know if we'll make it out of here alive. What's the point of causing a scene?"
"Hah, easy for you all to say. Even if we can't get out, can't we at least try to get a decent meal?
You see all that fine food and wine, and you're not tempted?
We're already in this mess, so what's the harm in asking a few more questions?
