C304 Flee

Swish, swish, swish.

Zhan Hanjue's bodyguards also took out their pitch-black cold handguns. It was as if a single flame was enough to make the scene explode.

Zhan Chenye's pretty little eyes shrunk, and he felt a little annoyed again.

He just wanted to save Mommy.

But he didn't really want Zhan Hanjue to confront the local people.

"Father, don't resist. This is France, not Yin City