"Impossible!" Jonah's voice was cold and deep. The cramped room already smelled like a carnage of war. Shen Qianshu was afraid that lives would be lost, and she got extremely flustered. There were special forces all around them, and if Master's illness acted up, he would surely be unable to escape.
Jonah sneered and waved his hands dismissively. "What can you do to me? I am French royalty and had already left my name at the Immigrations. If you touch me, the officer behind you will find it difficult to give an explanation."
Ye Ling slightly closed his eyes, and the blood streaks in his eyes slowly disappeared. Zhong Ran heaved a sigh of relief. Throughout the whole journey, he knew clearly how furious Ye Ling was. Luckily, Miss Shen was safe and sound, pulling back Master's sanity right in time.
"I never kill. It will dirty my hands!" Ye Ling threw a dagger at Jonah and said. "Society's rules!"
Mr. Jonah's expression changed, and his heart beat rapidly.
