Da Fei climbed up from the ground with a dust-covered face.
Fuck! What kind of play is this now? Anyway, I'm safe for the moment, and the boat is temporarily secure. Seems like the game is still a game after all; it won't easily meddle with the player's virtual properties. Better head to the shipyard to take a look. Seems like they towed my boat there; if I can get it fixed, I'll find a way to slip away. Of course, that certainly won't be easy.
Da Fei looked around as he headed toward the shipyard. The residents of this small town appeared as hostile red names to Da Fei, scanning him with malicious eyes like cats eyeing a mouse, causing Da Fei's heart to feel hairy.
When Da Fei reached the shipyard, a dozen shipbuilders with tattoos and scars were idly drinking and playing cards.
So Da Fei approached one that seemed to be the leader and asked, "How much to fix my boat?"
The crowd burst into laughter: "Your boat? Who do you think you are? Go cool off somewhere else and play!"