After Jiang Siming arrived, he did not even want to waste time talking to them. He started fighting the moment they met.
Soon, more than a dozen figures lay on the ground, groaning in pain. Jiang Siming also drove the truck off to the side before clapping his hands and returning to his own car.
Throughout the entire process, Nancy felt as if she were watching an action movie. Jiang Siming was like a secret agent—no, his skills were a hundred times better than those of the agents in movies!
"Wow! Is this Chinese kung fu? A-are you Bruce Lee?" Nancy discovered yet another hidden talent of Jiang Siming and asked blankly with her mouth wide open.
Jiang Siming was both amused and exasperated. "Yes, I'm Bruce Lee. Happy now?"
With that, Jiang Siming continued driving.
"Don't worry, Jiang. I'll tell my Father King about this person and ask him to have President Macron investigate him. Someone like that is simply too awful."
As soon as the car entered the city, Jiang Siming could no longer drive forward because the entire city was under heightened security, with police everywhere.
Every vehicle was being questioned and searched, so Jiang Siming had to wait in line.
Jiang Siming guessed that after Princess Nancy told her Father King, Macron had begun mobilizing police to conduct a thorough investigation.
"All right, it should be safe now." After a brief interrogation by the police, Jiang Siming was allowed through.
Princess Nancy had not revealed her identity to them. After all, they were only ordinary police officers, and it would be better to return to her Father King's side.
Jiang Siming did not stop until he drove the car to a luxurious French manor. This was where the Swedish Royal Family was staying temporarily during their