At the five-star hotel in Phoenix, Pachy and Hunter faced each other.
Xiu Nuo walked in from outside and looked towards Jia Yu on the couch, "How long have they been like this?"
"About half an hour," Jia Yu said, "The half hour before that was all cursing at each other."
Pachy snorted through his nose, "If it wasn't for the boss saying we can't beat you up, Hunter! Your head would be blooming by now!"
"Ha, Pachy, you've really got the guts to say that, those are all my damn words!"
Pachy looked at Jia Yu, "Jia, you're also a minority! Shouldn't you speak up for that poor black homeless man?"
Jia Yu calmly said, "I'm an international student, I have my own country's passport, my country protects me, what do your United States' problems have to do with me?"
"Aren't you afraid of being shot in the head while walking on the street and then the police completely ignoring it?"