"So, your people are still within their team?"
"Same skin color, aren't they?"
"You can't make them stop?"
"Believe me, if that happened, my guys would end up dead in the streets too. You should check the background of this group. They were driven out of Arizona. You shouldn't have come to me, Luo Bu'er; you should go to the mayor or governor."
"You should have them issue an order, forbidding Arizona's black people from coming to Florida, from coming to Miami."
There was silence on the other end, and then the voice said: "Thanks. Should we issue visas to those people from Arizona coming here?"
Zhao Hong's eyes lit up: "That's a great idea, Luo Bu'er, you're a genius!"
"Why don't you just kill me! Are you trying to split America?"
"Then I really have no other way." Zhao Hong's tone was full of feigned innocence: "I really can't control them."
