Hē Zhaogāo took off his mask and said, "It’s because I’m allergic to UV light."
"Still, you’re crazy for fighting," a policeman commented.
Hē Zhaogāo explained, "I couldn’t help it. For the tribe. I actually like peace and don’t enjoy fighting."
Zhou Dailai nudged Xie Yu again with his elbow; he finally could not hold back: "Damn, you're such a big shot!"
Xie Yu replied, "Zhou Dailai, do you think you’re cute in here staring at another guy?"
Hē Zhaogāo chuckled and said, "Brother, you look pretty good too."
Zhou Dailai laughed, finding the man interesting: "Hey, are you mixed race? You have a Western look to you."
Despite sitting down, Hē Zhaogāo’s presence was commanding. His hair was neatly cut, most of his forehead visible, high nose bridge, and long narrow eyes with deep-set double eyelids that seemed to hold a mysterious gaze.
"I’m multiracial, with ancestors in Europe for three generations before moving to Southeast Asia," Hē Zhaogāo noticed Zhou Dailai’s admiration. "...You actually believe this? I am Chinese; purebred."
As the two were about to turn their enmity into friendship, the police cut through: "Who can explain what happened here and why you’re fighting?"
Zhou Dailai jumped up immediately: "They tried to take my Purple Weapon! It’s my courage and faith!"
The policeman gestured for him to stop. "Zi Wu? Trying to snatch something too?"
Xie Yu felt embarrassed; he knew what was coming next.
Sure enough, Zhou Daila started explaining with seriousness: "It's a sword used in the creation of the world. It has 999+ defense and attack values. With it, I can rule the world and sell it to make money. The main reason is making money."
"None of us stole anything," another group protested. "How can you say we did? The Purple Weapon was just lying there; no one marked it."
The police suspected they were dealing with a group of mentally unstable individuals.
To understand the full context, several policemen downloaded the game "Genesis."
Their explanation was comical.
They claimed to be engaging in a gang fight but didn’t have any injuries. By the time the police arrived, they had already stopped fighting; there was no sign of a heated battle.
"Who has the Purple Weapon?"
Someone raised their hand: "Me, it's with me."
The policeman determined his sentence based on this: "Log into your account."
"He did," he said, "in my inventory, that purple one. Yes..."
The policeman took the mouse and clicked the 'Discard' option in the right-click properties.
"In front of a harmonious society, the Purple Weapon isn’t worth much," the policeman asserted as he faced the group. "No matter how valuable it is, can its value surpass our country’s peace?"
Zhou Dailai: "...!"
Xie Yu: "..."
Hē Zhaogāo: "..."