On the outskirts of Paris, in front of a manor, Chen Xiaolian and Tian Lie were standing side by side.
Tian Lie did not continue using his bald appearance, instead, he reverted to the look of Da Gang, the school janitor from Hangzhou, unremarkable and honestly simple.
"Let me remind you again, don't kill people rashly." Chen Xiaolian glanced sideways at Tian Lie.
"Since when did you become so soft-hearted?" Tian Lie glared at Chen Xiaolian: "If I can't even kill people, why did you ask me to come here? To be a mascot?"
"I didn't say you couldn't kill anyone!" Chen Xiaolian shook his head: "Without a bit of blood on your hands, these idiots might not be so obedient. When necessary, you'll still have to kill a few. But if you kill too many, it will ruin my future plans. Otherwise, why would I have brought you here?"
At this, he turned his face and glared at Tian Lie as well: "If it was just about killing, don't you think I could do it myself? Would I need you?"
