Chapter 8
Chapter 8
The air suddenly went still.
“…Where? The Democratic Republic of the Congo? Where the hell is that?”
“You’ve had too much to drink, haven’t you? Who would make up a story like that? Haha!”
“What normal person would go there? It’s poor and chaotic…”
The fire in my chest flared up a little more.
There were plenty of people there besides me!
Doctors Without Borders, peacekeeping forces, construction aid teams…
Are you saying none of them are normal people?
“I didn’t just go there; I stayed for an entire year.
“I saw them go to war over mineral resources, I visited Ebola treatment centers, and I distributed relief food alongside UN staff members…
“I even got shot!”
The scene fell into a dead silence.
Everyone stood there with their mouths agape.
“And another thing.”
I swirled the wine in my glass.
“There are no yellowfin tuna in the Mediterranean because they prefer tropical waters. The Camino de Santiago isn’t in Portugal, either-it goes from France to Spain. As for Uluru, climbing it has been banned since 2019.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Qiao Ning, lying isn’t a good look. It’s far too easy to see through.”