As one walked through the lively streets of Paris, he would notice Chinese people all around. Among them were young and attractive students, established business professionals who had made Paris their home, and even some tourists who were grappling with their limited English skills.
Zhou Chao, on the other hand, was the center of attention on those busy streets. With his tall stature and extraordinary looks, he drew the gaze of everyone in this fashion-forward city.
A few outgoing foreign girls even approached him, seeking his contact information, but Zhou Chao politely declined their advances. In the end, he had no choice but to buy a mask from a luxury store to blend in better, but he still remained quite conspicuous.
He soon arrived at the square where the Eiffel Tower stood—the Plaza of the God of War. Suddenly, a familiar melody reached his ears from the crowd not far ahead.
