We Must Be Elegant
Editor: Atlas Studios
This is indeed my brother's son. He inherited all his genes.
Domineering, ruthless!
No one knew who he was intending to go against, but there was a lingering sense of exhaustion that seemed to arise from worrying for the enemy.
He looked towards the broadcasting station and saw that Tong Hua kept using his phone. He did not know who he was contacting. Meng Qi asked, "Who are you talking to?"
"My second uncle." The Ghost City's forces were all overseas. Even though they were not as strong as compared to within their country, they were still able to cover the entirety of Paris, so it was not difficult to track a person. As they were talking, they saw a group of people walking out from the broadcasting station with a bunch of reporters also rushing up towards them.