Beauty Lin got in touch with Feng Jun, and then she was dumbfounded. "He’s not in Luohua... where did he go?"

Feng Jun had already left with the three women; now the one in charge in Luohua was Good Feng Jing—Zhang Caixin, Yu Qingzhu, and Sister Hong were all in Chaoyang, the Little Celestial Master had gone off with Feng Jun, and Luohua was once again half-empty.

Teacher Mei actually didn’t like this "holding up the sky alone" feeling, but Gazi said he had zero interest in taking over, so the only one who could be responsible was her—Gazi did have the qualifications to handle these matters, but he and Luo Yuhuan were in the middle of a torrid illicit affair; he was too busy avoiding suspicion.

So Good Feng Jing could only be like "driving a duck onto the rack" and bite the bullet. She really didn’t like dealing with this kind of thing, but essentially, ever since she’d started handling affairs at her work unit and still managed to travel all over the place afterwards, she’d proved she had quite a gift for socializing.

This time it should’ve been a long while before Beauty Lin’s message to Feng Jun trickled down to her ear, but with Feng Jun gone and everyone else clueless about how to handle it, she found out fairly early, since she was in the Xiuzhen Courtyard.

So she took the initiative to come out and liaise with Beauty Lin, but as for where Feng Jun had gone, that was something she couldn’t just blurt out—anyway, she really didn’t lack skills in this department. "He’s definitely where he’s supposed to be."

"That I know even better than you do—he’s definitely in some key place." Beauty Lin rubbed her forehead in frustration. "I just want to know where he is right now... the forum’s about to wrap up, and a lot of things are waiting on what comes next."

The forum lasted five days in total. Aside from the incident with the Huaxia Country and Britain officers, there had been no shortage of little side stories, so the time flew by; before anyone noticed, they were close to the end.

Good Feng Jing couldn’t help being a little curious. "You didn’t give him the exchange delegation’s itinerary?"

"Of course we gave him the itinerary." Beauty Lin wasn’t about to commit such a huge oversight, and besides, what she needed to do wasn’t exactly convenient to spell out. "The main thing is, for the way certain things get handled, we were hoping to design it a bit more reasonably, to push for maximizing benefits."

That was already pretty much spelling it out, but Good Feng Jing countered, "So you people don’t trust him?"

"Of course not!" Beauty Lin was a bit discouraged. What was with this woman’s way of talking? Hard to believe you used to be a minor leader. She said sullenly, "Maximizing benefits... if Feng Jun were here, he would get what that means."

"At the end of the day, you still don’t believe in his ability." Good Feng Jing ignored her sarcasm and stated with a blank face. Her social skills were actually decent; she was only talking like this because she didn’t want the other side to keep digging.

Sure enough, that one line left Beauty Lin with nothing to say. In their view, Feng Jun might be personally powerful, but his overall planning ability was somewhat lacking, and he really needed their help.

This perception was certainly not wrong, and in private it was fine to say it like that, but saying it in front of Feng Jun’s people was inappropriate.

So Beauty Lin could only lift her brows. "All right then, when you manage to get in touch with Feng Jun, please pass the message along to him for me."

For this request, Good Feng Jing nodded without hesitation. "Sure, no problem."

After Beauty Lin left, she still couldn’t help thinking angrily: she just happened to know him a few days earlier; if I’d met him before you did, would you even have a place here?

Upon learning she hadn’t gotten through to Feng Jun, her superior stayed silent for a long time, in the end turning it into a long sigh. He spoke with difficulty, "Ah, forget it. Right now we’re the ones asking a favor from them, not the other way around."

So where had Feng Jun gone? He had taken the three women to Gaul, the second stop of the exchange delegation.

Even though public security in Paris, the capital of Gaul, was atrocious, which one of the four of them didn’t have some self-defense abilities?

To prevent any idiots who couldn’t read the room from spoiling the fun, Feng Jun transformed into a White man, young and tall. For that he had no choice but to buy another set of clothes, since his original height had been barely one-eighty, and now he was a full one ninety-five.

So although he was shopping with the three women, with two Whites and two Yellow Race people together, generally speaking, no one would pick a fight.

But he still overestimated Paris’s public security. As the four of them were passing a small alley, a North Africa-looking teenage boy who’d been tailing them suddenly sped up, grabbed the Little Celestial Master’s bag, and spun around to dart into the alley.

The kid realized Feng Jun looked like trouble, and Sofia was also a White, so the two Yellow Race women were good targets—everyone knows that bullying Asians carries the least risk; these people tend to be relatively timid.

As for whether the two White companions would help? People who understand the principle of "self-preservation comes first" are hardly limited to Huaxia Citizens.

At the root of it, the four of them were just dressed too fashionably. In the fashion capital, pickpockets and robbers have sharp eyes too; he even keenly judged that these four were out-of-town tourists.

Unfortunately for him, the North Africa boy totally misjudged this one; he’d actually chosen to rob an Innate Expert.

The Little Celestial Master had been training in martial arts since childhood and reacted very quickly. Her Inner Qi surged into the bag in an instant, and without any obvious movement, she flicked her hand and yanked the boy back, then slammed him to the ground.

The boy really was the type to risk his life for money; he’d been clutching the bag incredibly tight—to be precise, he was counting on that sudden burst of force to yank the woman off balance, make her take a hard fall, and then he could run off the moment he succeeded.

As for how badly she might be hurt after falling, that was none of his concern. He even hoped the woman would be slightly injured; that way they’d be busy helping her, and it would be easier for him to slip away.

He’d used this trick to screw over plenty of people before, but today... he finally got his payback.

With a loud "thump," the whole ground seemed to shake, but the teenager bounced back up in an instant. One of his arms twisted at an unnatural angle, clearly fractured, yet he still gritted his teeth and ran for the little alley.

That’s the thing: anyone who can survive on this "bowl of rice" has it rough. Weeds may be lowly, but their vitality is outrageously tough.

"Still dare to run?" The Little Celestial Master lifted her foot to give chase, but Feng Jun just shook his head at her. "Forget it. In a place like this, the Paris cops aren’t gonna pay you a salary anyway."

"I grew up being taught that evil must be rooted out completely." The Little Celestial Master dropped her posture and replied offhand, "But you’re not wrong either. People in this shitty place aren’t worth our help."

Just then some bystanders crowded over, trying to take pictures of the Little Celestial Master. Feng Jun waved his hand, muttering "sorry, sorry" nonstop, and pulled the women away at a quick pace.

In reality, Feng Jun’s Divine Sense had stayed locked on that North Africa teenager the whole time, and things played out exactly as he expected. Inside the narrow alley there really were people waiting for him—six or seven of them. One young guy was even toying with a kukri knife.

But Feng Jun could also sense that the young man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth had a handgun tucked in his jacket.

Of course, whether it was the kukri, the gun, or six or seven punks, none of that could realistically hurt the Little Celestial Master. What worried Feng Jun was that if she went charging in, things would definitely escalate—then how was he supposed to deal with all of them?

So he could only call the Little Celestial Master away. Never mind the protection job; just the fact that they were currently "smuggled" into the country was enough to keep him from wanting extra trouble.

He was still watching that group now, mainly to see how they would react. If they dropped it here, fine. But if they wanted to keep chasing the matter... he didn’t mind using a heavier hand.

As they walked, his expression suddenly shifted, and he let out a soft sigh. "They really don’t know what’s good for them."

Turned out, the group had originally been ready to give up, but that North Africa teenager wouldn’t let it go—he insisted on revenge.

Because his arm was broken, he’d be out for at least a few months. And even after it healed, it’d be hard to get back to how it was before—he’d been running the streets since he was a kid and had seen that sort of thing way too often.

The two older guys ignored him. The teen got anxious and said that once he recovered, he’d be willing to take a pay cut, as long as he could at least injure that damned woman—"I don’t want people laughing at me for losing to some Huaxia whore!"

He wasn’t sure of the Little Celestial Master’s nationality, but with skills like that—she was probably from Huaxia, right?

The young man playing with the kukri actually took that in. He nodded, a weird grin spreading across his face. "True, getting beaten up by a woman, and one from Asia at that... that is kinda shameful."

In Feng Jun’s heart, he’d already sentenced these people to death. He’d seen the teen’s movement when he snatched the bag crystal clear—there’d been zero thought for what danger he might cause the victim. If the person had hit the ground headfirst, dying on the spot wasn’t out of the question.

People this devoid of basic humanity, yet still obsessed with "saving face"... Fine. Just for the way they insulted Huaxia Citizens, they deserved to die.

Feng Jun wasn’t in a rush to make a move. After marking them with his Divine Sense, he continued strolling with the three women, then went to wander around a park. They kept playing until night was about to fall.

Right then, the rain started coming down. The Little Celestial Master suddenly had an idea—she wanted to camp in the park and said at worst they could just set up a Hidden Formation.

Feng Jun was happy to indulge these small whims of theirs, so he propped up a tent and then opened a huge Sun Umbrella.

It was early spring in Gaul, and the night rain carried a sharp chill. But all four of them were cultivators, and Feng Jun and the Little Celestial Master could sit in meditation for days on end. The tent was mostly for Zhong Lijing and Sofia.

Sofia said she didn’t need the tent either. She sat under the Sun Umbrella, drinking beer and snacking on dried fruit, totally relaxed.

Around nine at night, Feng Jun felt several Divine Sense markers gathering together. He stood up and said in a low voice, "I’m going to take out some trash. You guys make hotpot and wait for me—we’ll eat together when I get back."

Once he left, the Little Celestial Master pulled out a gas stove and a cylinder of liquefied gas and started boiling water. "Hotpot in this kind of weather is the best."

Zhong Lijing began chopping scallions and mixing sesame sauce and the like. Though she came from money, it hadn’t hurt her cooking skills in the slightest. "The boss is in the mood today—time for a ’warm wine before beheading Hua Xiong’ moment. Let’s move fast and coordinate properly."

"Huh?" The Little Celestial Master froze for a second. "Is that what he meant?"

Zhong Lijing replied casually, "Being quick never hurts."

But she still guessed wrong. It was two hours later when Feng Jun finally slipped back, his face looking quite unpleasant.

(Updated to here, calling for monthly tickets.)