In Marseilles, Provence, Qiao Liang, Lu Li and a big white man were sitting face to face in a room. Lu Li and Qiao Liang, both wearing a skin mask, still looked handsome, although they were not as handsome as they actually were. Qiao Liang, with a straight face, sat there and played with his cell phone. Seeing the caller ID, he frowned and looked at the big man sitting opposite him, saying impatiently, "Ayres, aren't we friends?" The screen of his cell phone kept flickering but he didn't pick up the call. "You had promised us that you wouldn't do what you shouldn't do in Provence, but how do you explain your actions now? Are you provoking Long Xiao?"