The Little Celestial Master usually doesn’t have a care in the world, but today, he immediately noticed the look on Feng Jun’s face, "What’s going on?"

"Nothing much," Feng Jun replied with a gloomy face, "Just suddenly realized the task got heavier, troublesome."

Zhong Lijing finally caught on and couldn’t help but ask, "Didn’t you kill those scumbags?"

"I killed the scumbags," Feng Jun answered casually, "But got some news from them, the Merrick people are up to no good again."

The group of scumbags had gathered in a slum, in a rundown house, with more than twenty people, eating and drinking heavily.

Feng Jun didn’t want to waste words, he directly used his Divine Sense to knock everyone unconscious.

He was supposed to put them in the Spirit Beast Bag afterwards, but he was a bit curious, how did the number increase again?

So he reviewed the previous scene and found out that these people were from a small mixed gang, and currently, ninety percent of the members were present, almost the entire gang.

But that wasn’t the main point, the main point was the gang leader—the guy with a gun, who had contacted a few "equivalent status" guys over the phone, expressing his desire to deal with two Huaxia women, hoping for information from them.

He was willing to share part of the rewards if they succeeded.

For those in the underworld, exposing one’s weakness like this is inadvisable, but now in Paris, with so many people doing street photography and selfies, the news that his young members were disciplined by Huaxia women probably spread already.

This, of course, is an embarrassing matter. If he didn’t plan to seek revenge, he could either deny it or ignore it. But since he’s planning revenge, it doesn’t matter if others know—revenge is what we’re aiming for!

If someone wants to snatch the fat sheep they have their eyes on, it’s fine—hopefully they’ll hit a big board, and everyone gets embarrassed together.

As a result, after inquiring for a while, someone called him asking—whether he’s willing to retaliate against other Huaxia people?

His answer was straightforward, retaliation is possible, but it has to be the rich ones, don’t block my way of making money if they’re not.

The other side claimed they were indeed wealthy and could pay twenty percent upfront.

The small gang leader didn’t think twice and took the money first, then he learned that their task was to keep an eye on the Huaxia financial exchange group, and to seize the opportunity for a robbery if one arose, otherwise, let it go.

For street thugs in Paris, robbing foreign missions is actually not something they experience often, but since Paris is the world fashion capital, there’s an overwhelming number of foreigners.

Anyway, as long as they don’t rob the Merrick mission, there would essentially be no problems. If they targeted the Britain or Teutonic missions, even if the police recognized them, those people probably wouldn’t bother with arrests.

The small gang leader didn’t have much of a mental burden robbing the Huaxia exchange group but wouldn’t deliberately take risks, only if it was convenient.

After getting the advance payment, he gathered his gang members, bought some food and drinks, and explained the situation—if there’s a chance to rob, they should try.

When Feng Jun learned of this, he found it rather intolerable, then he traced it back to the one who brought the money—it was a guy dealing in stolen goods, who sent someone over with cash.

He followed the trail to the guy, subdued him, and deduced from there that this guy accepted the task online, and the other party transferred money through online banking. To deduce the identity of the payer, it seemed... a Soul Search would be necessary.

Feng Jun could still ask Ma Sanniang for help, but he felt it unnecessary, the mastermind... need he ask?

If it were five years ago... or even three years ago, he would have pursued the matter to the end, but now he lacks the motivation, simply because there have been too many similar cases. He could handle ten or twenty but not three hundred or five hundred cases.

Especially now, he understands that Beauty Lin and the others are much better at handling these matters, although it sometimes seems a bit stifling, they always try to maximize benefits.

But he can’t do that, he just wants to seek revenge and settle grievances quickly—it’s not just a personality issue but should also be the mindset of someone on the Cultivation Path.

Moreover, if he gets hung up on settling these mundane disputes, he’s afraid he won’t have time to cultivate.

The help he can offer is limited, and professional matters should be left to professionals.

With this mindset, he went to the Honglu Temple, handed in a letter, and left.

The letter content was simple, asking them to pay attention to security, as Merrick people had already started bribing Parisian gang groups, intending to rob the exchange group arriving tomorrow.

As for why he didn’t call or send a message? The eyes around Honglu Temple have always been so numerous it’s baffling, although he thought the information wasn’t hard to come by, it still wouldn’t be good for it to be known.

For him, covering a bit of distance is really nothing.

In fact, after he left, he still used his Divine Sense to observe from afar for a while, to ensure his message was delivered to the right person.

Eventually, it was fine. He waited for over half an hour before confirming it and leaving.

When he returned to the park, he had long forgotten his hatred for those punks, and was instead pondering how to ensure the safety of the exchange group under such circumstances—well, safety might not be a big issue, but if something did go wrong, it would be quite embarrassing.

It wasn’t until Zhong Lijing actively asked him that he reluctantly recounted the night’s encounters.

Little Celestial Master and Zhong Lijing hadn’t had a chance to speak when Sofia couldn’t hold back anymore, "Merrick... how can this be?"

She might be considered a defector from Merrick, but she had always resented organizations like the Church and the CIA, and still took considerable pride in Merrick’s superiority—God bless Merrick, this sense of pride and superiority is deeply embedded in every Merrick citizen’s heart.

She also knew that some capitalist groups in Merrick often resort to force and plunder—just like when the Jansen Family coveted Feng Jun’s medicines and used various unspeakable means, even resulting in her own "kidnapping".

But Sofia could barely accept these things because she grew up exposed to similar situations. In her view, this is the competition among capitals, where they compete based on power—power in all aspects.

This reality may be cruel, but where there is light, there is also darkness; where there is sunshine, shadows must be allowed to exist.

Yet she never thought a dignified major nation like Merrick could stoop to such bounds, this news severely impacted her worldview.

"So strange?" Little Celestial Master asked dismissively in response, though she was a woman, she liked watching the news and had quite a substantial amount of information, "Isn’t Merrick known for such conduct?"

Sofia raised her hand to touch her forehead and replied helplessly, "To me, it’s still very unexpected... this isn’t God blessing Merrick; it’s despicable shamelessness blessing Merrick."

Tang Wenji replied indifferently, "That’s how it is. Other than Huaxia, all other nations are like this... believing there are only interests among nations, which is why they are barbarians."

This racial discrimination... Sofia gave her a speechless glance: No, it’s nation discrimination.

Zhong Lijing chimed in to smooth things over, "Alright, it’s probably cultural differences... we can have hot pot now."

The rain stopped at midnight. The Huaxia Exchange Group’s flight landed the next morning, and the Honglu Temple arranged quite a few people to meet them, ensuring they got to the hotel without any incidents.

However, it was an undeniable fact that groups of idle people were always wandering around along the way.

That afternoon, the preparatory meeting was held internally at the hotel, followed by an evening reception, both without any issues.

However, as the reception ended, an incident occurred, three guest rooms of the exchange group were robbed.

The thief knocked out a hotel staff member and posed as a worker delivering drinks.

Thankfully, members of the exchange group remained vigilant, and upon discovering something strange, stepped forward for questioning.

The "staff" forcefully pushed the cart to leave, the guards attempted to restrain him, but found others blocking the way, fearing the situation would escalate, and worrying it might be a "lure away" tactic, the thief managed to escape in the confusion.

The hotel where the exchange group was staying was very high-end, and for such an unfortunate incident to occur, the hotel was clearly expected to bear some responsibility. Eventually, it was discovered that a staff member was threatened by gang forces, leading to the betrayal of the hotel.

These matters are all in hindsight, the compensations are irrelevant to the main issue, the key point being that three rooms were robbed, and although not much equipment was lost, it was frustrating enough, considering prior warnings and still facing such losses.

The next day was the formal exchange, and everyone was more cautious. But midway through the exchange, news came from outside—yellow vests were in the streets again.

This time, the yellow vests didn’t engage in any attacks, purely it was the bus drivers striking.

In Gaul, especially Paris, strikes seem to have become a culture, with various strike actions happening frequently; postal workers can strike for over a month, even police sometimes strike.

So this time the strike involved public transportation, but everyone was accustomed to it—as long as the time of the strike wasn’t too lengthy, then... well, there’s no other option.

The exchange group had their own cars, even though the drivers also abandoned the cars, Honglu Temple had prepared drivers for them, so it was no problem, but the return route had to be detoured.

This detour turned troublesome, as the vehicles drove on, a traffic accident occurred ahead, the alternate route was already quite congested, forcing the convoy to stop and wait.

During the wait, a large group of thugs rushed forward, it genuinely was daylight robbery, even smashing car windows with metal rods.

Members of the exchange group valiantly protected their equipment, but couldn’t contend with the outnumbered opposition, chaos ensued for roughly two minutes before a whistle sounded, and the thugs either rode off on motorcycles or fled on foot, disappearing into the alleys of Paris.

Not only were there property losses this time, but members of the exchange group were injured, after all, one side had weapons, while the other did not.