C311 Escape

Swish, swish, swish.

Zhan Sijue'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 his mommy. . .

He didn't really want Zhan Sijue to have a confrontation with the local people.

"Father, don't resist. This is France