Chapter 46: Smashed the American Dream? _2

To celebrate the four of them surviving the kidnappers, Scott decided to treat everyone to a meal.

The little tavern was moderately priced, and the pork chops were delicious—just what the blond veteran craved.

Taking a big bite of the honey-glazed pork ribs, Cheng Daqi smiled, waiting for Sani and the other two to give their answers.

"But I don't believe that crap, Chan."

Sani was the most indifferent to these things; she never thought she would have any connection to those ridiculous slogans.

"Chan, I think it's similar to the 'intent' in Hua Country's martial arts, only by believing in the 'intent' can it be realized."

Kernor was an enigma, unquestionably foolish when observed as a steady figure in the world.

But the moment he linked any problem to his beloved Hua Country martial arts, he would instantly gain a considerable intelligence boost.

"You know it's a lie as well, my experiences tell me it's a lie, so I stopped believing, I don't believe it anymore."