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Seeing this, the Pharah silently put away the white flag she had raised and revealed a smug smile. So it turns out that the three big brothers had nothing to do with it. Then who gave you the courage to jump around like this?

If you didn't know better, you'd think your family had a little mustache who couldn't get into art school!

Thinking of this, the Frenchman instantly hardened up and slammed a big shovel down on Albania's face, saying, "You call yourself an ingrate?!"

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Chapter 69 "Fuxue" Chinese Restaurant

"dad……"

In a hotel somewhere in Paris, Kem, with red eyes, dialed his own father's number while crying.

On the other bed was Amanda, who was on an IV drip. Kim had contacted Stewart's people and brought her here.

On the other end of the phone, aboard the private jet, Brian was completely bewildered, yet ecstatic:

"Kem, how are you now?"

“I escaped… I’m in Stuart… a hotel, and I’m… alright now, sob sob sob…” Kem said, choking back tears.

The previous experience was terrifying for a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl; it was like hell.

"Wha...what's going on?" Brian asked, puzzled.

"Honey, don't worry, I'm on a plane to Paris, I'll be there soon."

"Tell me everything, as much as you can."

"Um... okay..."

With a heavy nasal voice, Kem recounted his ordeal, including being kidnapped, the kidnapping process, and his eventual rescue.

Brian fell silent after hearing this. Had he guessed wrong?

Was he not the target of the person in the shadows? Was this really just an ordinary kidnapping?

As an agent of Langley, Brian was prepared for the organization to betray him and kill him.

But to my utter surprise, the matter was resolved while I was still on the plane.

Was I really wrong? But how could the FBI explain that?

Brian scratched his head, his mind a jumble of thoughts, but... no matter what, Kem was safe, and everything was over.

……

The next day, in the morning

In a hotel, Cao Gui stretched and sat up in bed, feeling refreshed. Last night, he cleaned up two filthy places left by the Albanians in Zone 2, earning a lot of merit and experience.

Hey~

【Justice Naval System (Supporting Every Naval Soldier with a righteous heart)】

[Soldier's Name: Cao Gui (Naval Corporal, Swordsman Apprentice)]

[Merit Points: 32615; Experience Points: 29580/50000]

[Taoist Power Value: 205 (A standard reflecting combat power, not a factor determining combat power)]

"Not bad. I didn't expect to earn so much money by serving as a vigilante twice." Cao Gui stroked his chin. "So what should we do next?"

Cao Gui pulled out two business cards, which he had found at No. 10 Paradise Street. He had checked the name Macon last night; he was a police chief in the 2nd arrondissement of Paris, not worth mentioning.

Cao Gui also checked the Chinese restaurant, but found nothing unusual, at least not yet.

How about... we go take a look?

Treat it as a vacation.

Cao Gui thought it was feasible, so there was no need to hesitate. After getting dressed, Cao Gui slowly walked out of the hotel.

Last night he gained a lot of merit points and credits, as well as a lot of dirty money. Since he couldn't treat it as legitimate income, he might as well just squander it.

……

"What a beautiful jasmine flower~, fragrant and beautiful with buds on the branches~, so fragrant and lovely that everyone praises it~"

In a Chinese restaurant called "Fu Xue", melodious singing was playing. It wasn't from a speaker, but from a real person singing, and it was even bel canto. It was really rare.

Cao Gui looked around the restaurant. The entire restaurant was red, with a lot of blue and white porcelain, various fish tanks, and round dining tables. It looked like it was full of Chinese elements... what a load of rubbish!

If I had to describe this restaurant in one word: tacky!

The colors are too bright, and the overall look is too tacky!

It gives the impression of someone who knows nothing but tries too hard, and any Chinese person would feel genuinely uncomfortable here.

Cao Gui frowned. Although it was very unpleasant, ignoring the feelings brought about by culture didn't seem to be wrong.

Cao Gui thought for a moment, then found a seat and sat down.

"Hello sir, this is the menu. What would you like to eat?" a waiter said to Cao Gui in English.

Cao Gui raised an eyebrow. Isn't German the official language of Paris?

They surrendered again?

"Uh... Can you speak Chinese?" Cao Gui asked directly in his native language.

The waiter was taken aback for a moment, then his face lit up with joy: "Handsome, you're from China too?"

Cao Gui felt a surge of bittersweet satisfaction upon hearing this. Finally, someone stopped calling him a "little rascal." It was a pity it wasn't a young lady; otherwise, it would have been even better.

"Oh, you too?" Cao Gui exclaimed in surprise, "That's so rare, buddy, I haven't seen a fellow countryman in a long time."

"Oh my, me too!" The waiter grasped Cao Gui's hand: "Damn it, it's like meeting a fellow countryman, tears welling up in our eyes, handsome!"

"Oh my god, I'm donating a kidney! It's like meeting an old friend in a foreign land!" Cao Gui shook his hand, overjoyed.

If! If the waiter didn't smell of illegal drugs, Cao Guizhen would be overjoyed.

"Young man, what would you like to eat? I'll have the kitchen prepare authentic Chinese food for you, definitely not those cheap Chinese dishes that try to fool foreigners," the waiter said with a smile, patting his chest.

"You said it yourself, so I won't be polite."

"You're such a slowpoke, Shaanxi man. Why are you being so polite with me?"

"Okay, I want to eat poached chicken!"

"No problem, I'll use authentic Hainan Wenchang chicken for you. It'll be scalded in hot water and then refrozen in ice water. I guarantee the meat will be cooked but the bones won't be, so tender you'll want to swallow your tongue!" The waiter clapped his hands and laughed heartily.

"Alright, I've been waiting for you, buddy," Cao Gui said with a smile.

The waiter quickly returned to the kitchen. Watching his departing figure, Cao Gui couldn't help but frown. The smell on this person was exactly the same as the white powder that Cao Gui had smelled in the vampire bar that city people played with.

Considering that the restaurant's business card appeared at No. 10 Paradise Street, Cao Gui couldn't help but suspect the connection between the two.

At this moment, the waiter quickly returned, carrying a set of items. Cao Gui raised an eyebrow. "Cigars?"

"Handsome, I brought you some good stuff," the waiter said with a smile, showing him what he was holding: a box of cigars, an alcohol lamp, matches, and cigar cutters.

"Oh? What's this?"

"Come on, try my treasured cigars." The waiter smiled and said, "Let me tell you, I usually only use these during holidays, but I'm in a good mood today, so let's give them a try."

Cao Gui picked up a cigar and smelled it. He couldn't help but frown. The cigar was actually of average quality and had been spiked with something. Not only that, but it was also spiked with toy powder that city people would use.

This guy, it's true what they say, when you meet someone from the same hometown, you stab them in the back!

Cao Gui remained expressionless and silently put down his cigar.

"Huh? Handsome, you don't like it?" the man asked, puzzled.

“We’re all from the Celestial Empire, how could we be used to smoking this stuff? Do you have any cigarettes?” Cao Gui asked with a smile.

"You should have said so earlier, I always carry it with me," the man said with a smile, pulling out a pack of Furongwang cigarettes.

Upon smelling it, Cao Gui realized, as expected, that it had been spiked with ingredients again.

Cao Gui took out his cigarette, hung it behind his ear, and chuckled:

"Let's not smoke now, let's smoke after we finish playing PUBG, so that the game won't be boring."

The man frowned, then forced a smile and said, "Okay, we'll talk later. I'll leave the things here with you."

Cao Gui chuckled. This person probably didn't come from China. He seemed to have grown up abroad and then imitated the speaking habits and behavior of Chinese people, which gave him an awkward feeling.

He was too deliberate; every action he took was too deliberate.

At this moment, two white men walked in. One was wearing a suit and had an extraordinary demeanor, seemingly an official. The other was burly, bald, and dressed in a sleazy style, exuding the aura of an American.

Upon seeing this, the waiter next to Cao Gui immediately went over to serve him.

Cao Gui raised an eyebrow; these two white men looked very familiar!

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Chapter 70 How do you say "egg" in Chinese?

"Dad, you're finally here!"

In a hotel in Paris, Kem threw himself into Brian's arms, tears streaming down his face.

“Kem…”

Brian hugged his daughter tightly and gently patted her back, feeling extremely relieved that although they had been kidnapped, his daughter was unharmed.

After a long while, Kem finally released his father.

“Dad, let’s go back to Los Angeles, let’s not come to Paris anymore…” Kim said, sniffling.

“Okay.” Brian nodded.

“Let’s wait for Amanda to wake up, and then we’ll go back to Los Angeles together.”

Brian glanced at Amanda on the bed beside him, his brow furrowing slightly. Anyone would be upset if their child got involved with a delinquent girl.

“Dad, don’t blame Amanda, I… well, it really is her fault.” Kim wanted to defend Amanda, but it was indeed Amanda who was at fault.

If she hadn't recklessly revealed information about the two of them, and if she hadn't insisted on taking him to the apartment instead of staying at Stewart's hotel, none of this would have happened.

“Then your friendship with her ends here,” Brian said. “Now we can head back. I’m on Stewart’s private jet; I can take her with me, or she can get an IV drip.”

“Okay, let’s go now,” Kem said.

As he spoke, Kem quickly packed up, and Brian made a phone call to prepare the private jet for takeoff again.