Paris, too, was an ancient city.
At this moment, in the outskirts of Paris, planes were landing, including the one carrying Su Chen and his companions, which was also descending slowly.
They had put on human skin masks, with Su Chen himself donning a golden mask, adding a second layer to his disguise.
Let's go.
Qiao Yue had also disguised herself, but she remained strikingly beautiful. She took Su Chen's arm,
while Hu Die and Crow followed closely behind,
As the aircraft's door opened, the group made their way out unhurriedly.
Outside, the strong characters from the Paris Holy Institute had already been waiting.
At this moment, aside from Su Chen, figures were also stepping down from the other planes,
These individuals were either dressed in luxurious garments, possessed stunning beauty, or had an aura of immense power—without exception, they were all formidable.
