Lu Zheng wasn't sick, so of course he wasn't bringing along a third wheel.
Zhao Xiaodao wasn't sick either, so she naturally wouldn't go play third wheel.
Thus, the three of them merely had a small gathering that evening, ate Italian food, then went their separate ways.
After taking a few photos with figures from Milan's political, business, and fashion circles, Zhao Xiaodao packed up, led her team, and flew to Britain with Grace and the others from the Nemo Group.
Lu Zheng and Si Lingxi, meanwhile, strolled around Milan. After buying some new clothes for the other girls, they Ride the Clouds and Mist and flew to Paris.
Then, Paris gained a few more corpses.
But Paris itself was already a complete mess. Though it still fell short of a war zone, aside from the most prosperous commercial districts, one could still occasionally see smashed-up shops and burned-out cars along ordinary streets.
With protesters spread throughout the city and immigrants from the Middle East and North Africa in the suburbs, the accidental deaths of several unconnected wealthy Asians did not cause the slightest ripple.
On the balcony of a hotel overlooking the Champs-Élysées, Lu Zheng spread out his divine sense. He saw heaps of garbage and rats everywhere, and the sight truly left him astonished. "This is Paris?"
Si Lingxi said blandly, "The Mayor of Paris has already announced that they'll coexist with rats. Didn't you know?"
"I didn't. Is there something wrong with coexisting with rats?" Lu Zheng turned back and asked in confusion. "What city doesn't coexist with rats these days? Wherever humans live, there are rats. There are rats in Sea City's sewers and urban villages too, aren't there?"
Si Lingxi shook her head with a smile. "The coexistence he meant is this kind of coexistence."