It turns out to be quite coincidental that Zhang Yuping has come to Paris this time—specifically to attend to the matter of my desire to establish the divine automotive group. Just recently, she secured a major car sales contract with the organizing committee of the Cannes Film Festival, and at the committee's sincere invitation, she has come to witness this globally renowned film festival. Shawn laughed with great delight, "Haha! You all have to die!" "Beep! Beep! Beep!" That dreadful sound reached people's ears, just like the voice of devils claiming their lives. No time to lose—must act quickly! Must act quickly! "Iron General! Hurry! We don't have much time! We must find the explosives before the explosion!" High-light's command energized the group of Eastern divine dogs, who now bravely carried out this special mission. "Wang! Wang! Wang!" Iron General barked excitedly. Fatty Deng, Shy Yang, and Soft Wu quickly followed, gasping in unison, "Boss! These powerful explosives are buried underground! They're simply impossible to retrieve!" High-light rushed over and found Iron General leading one hundred Tibetan mastiffs, all lying flat on the ground, desperately pressing their bodies down, their paws worn raw, leaving only shallow marks on the hard cement floor. "Hahaha!" Shawn's laughter was terrifying—so chilling, it sounded like devils devouring their victims. "All of you must die!" Sean's arrogant voice stunned everyone. "I never thought a heartless, evil sorcerer would emerge—someone who's actually a terrorist!" Many had now clearly seen Sean's true nature. "30, 29, 28…" the countdown for the high-explosive charges began. What could they do? The challenge now stood before everyone, urgent and pressing. Gao Liang had to find a breakthrough. His eyes fell on the remote controller at Sean's waist—only by changing the explosion instructions before the blast and cutting off the remote control could they avert this unprecedented disaster. How could they make that change? Gao Liang gave a subtle signal to his steadfast comrade beside him. Trained specially by his master, the comrade instantly understood and, seizing the moment when Sean was off guard, launched a sudden charge. "Ah!" Sean cried out in pain—his arm had been bitten by the fierce Tibetan mastiff, blood streaming freely. At the same time, our highlight shot out like a bolt of lightning, leaping swiftly past Sean with a crisp sound—crack! As everyone's attention turned to highlight, they noticed he now held a remote control. "Husband! Danger! Be careful!" Zhang Yупing urged highlight publicly. Dong Jiao watched highlight with eyes as clear as lake water, filled with deep concern. Yudi covered her mouth, looking extremely tense. All three women were deeply worried about highlight. Under the intense attention of everyone, highlight remained calm, gazing at the remote control in his hands and beginning to use his spiritual sight to examine the internal electronic circuits. Yet, things went terribly wrong—highlight's vision blurred completely. Suddenly, someone surged forward and snatched the remote control right out of his hands. Highlight looked up, furious—none other than Frank, the man who had attempted to assassinate him at the airport. "Frank! Quickly! Throw that remote control away!" "Only by throwing it away will this great plan succeed!" Sean's face hardened, determined not to let Gao Liang obstruct his plan of destruction. "Yes!" Frank immediately hurled the remote controller outward—like a bullet, it sliced through the sky and soared toward the distant horizon. "Golden armor! Silver armor! Hurry! Hurry and catch it!" With a single command, the two giant bodyguards leapt into the air, rushing toward where the remote was flying. "Hmph! Gao Liang! You're finished!" Sean was particularly cunning—without the Golden and Silver Armors, he immediately allied himself with Frank to confront Gao Liang. Frank now held a machine gun, and with Sean's signal, opened fire directly at Gao Liang. Gao Liang rolled on the ground, the bullets whistling past, scattering dust and creating numerous dents in the hard cement. Gao Liang soon rolled to a cluster of iron barrels. "Ding-ding-ding! Ding-ding-ding!" A dense barrage of bullets struck the iron bucket, turning it into a honeycomb. "Ah!" Zhang YuPing, Dong Jiao, and Yu Die were all startled and anxious, worried about Gao Liang's safety. Xiao En boasted proudly, shouting at the three women, "Haha! Gao Liang is definitely dead! What's the point of following Gao Liang? Follow me, and you'll achieve unparalleled honor!" "Hey! You're a murderer! A creature with a beast's heart and a human face! A lustful rogue! Base! Unprincipled!" The three women uniformly scolded Xiao En. "Whatever you say! As long as I eliminate Gao Liang today, my grand plan will be a complete success! Haha!" Xiao En then turned to Frank and issued his orders: "Fire relentlessly! Kill him! Kill him! Reward him 100,000 francs!" "Tap-tap-tap! Tap-tap-tap!" Frank's deadly bullets rained down continuously. "Ah!" A cry of agony came from one of the iron buckets, and a pool of blood spread on the ground. "Hahaha!" "He's been shot! He's dead!" Sean laughed proudly. At that moment, Sean immediately turned to Frank and shouted, "Quick! Quick! The time bomb is about to explode! We must now escape along the prearranged route!" And with that, he charged toward a hot air balloon 100 meters away. Unanticipated, Zhuang, the stout one, Yang, the reserved one, and Wu, the soft-spoken one, were waiting right there for them. Frank drew out his machine gun and fired—yet there was absolutely no reaction. Goodness, it turned out the bullets had run out. A full-scale battle had begun. Zhuang, Yang, and Wu were indeed Frank's top three lieutenants, and under the exceptional training of Gao Liang, they had developed remarkable martial skills. In just a few rounds, they were defeated and could not make it onto the hot air balloon. They were now surrounded by more Kangals, and French police officers with their guns pointed directly at them. Nevertheless, Sean remained wildly enthusiastic, shouting, "Haha! Just three seconds left—explosion is imminent!" At that moment, Gaoliang stepped out of a metal bucket, leaving everyone astonished. It turned out that Gaoliang had not actually died; the loud cries he had made earlier were staged. The pool of blood was simply red paint that had seeped out from inside the bucket.