The blue eyes behind the sunglasses looked at Fangran, as if they were getting to know this young man again.

Osphia moved her eyes away and continued to walk forward. At the same time, her voice was not cold and she spoke calmly:

"It's okay. There were no cameras at the intersection just now, and I didn't see anyone taking pictures when the incident happened. But next time something like this happens again, I hope you will think of other better ways before taking rash actions."

I glanced at him as I passed by him, and from this distance I could see clearly the serious blue eyes of Osphia behind her sunglasses.

"For example, let's discuss it with me who has not lost my ability."

Every city has its bad side. Even in a remote town, you will be overcharged by unscrupulous taxi drivers. There is no absolutely safe city and no absolutely safe journey.

It's just that in Paris, you may need to be extra vigilant about these.

Some people say that this city has begun to sink and is no longer purely romantic. Those thieves, robbers, prostitutes and more and more North African immigrants have become part of it, making Paris become like a dangerous and chaotic coquettish flower.

But it is still beautiful, and those who want to go will eventually go.

On the street, the three gangs of black thieves who committed the crime all ran away with angry expressions on their faces, and the other crowds also quickly dispersed.

On this street in Paris, it was as if nothing had happened.

It's just the inside of a stretched luxury car that passed here just now.

"Mr. Krim, what's wrong with you?"

The supervisor in charge of the reception asked something strange about the pale young man wearing glasses in front of him. Looking at his handsome appearance, he marveled at the outstanding achievements of this figure.

What surprised the supervisor even more was that a person who had achieved such an achievement at such a young age did not have any arrogance at all. He was extremely approachable and even responded to his small reception with a gentle smile.

"No, it's nothing."

Looking out the car window at a street he had just passed by, Klim got off the plane from Charles de Gaulle Airport and was heading to the center of Paris. His eyes were somewhat reminiscing and he whispered to himself:

"I just saw a person who was somewhat similar to my impression."

Then I thought of the extraordinary dark figure I had come into close contact with that night on the deck of the icebreaker, and the words he left before roaring into the North Starry night,

The pale young man's eyes were downcast and lost.
Chapter completed!