This is Our Home Turf! Domestic Reinforcements, Don't Hold Back!

Shen Le sat in meditation in the Louvre Museum basement, refusing to leave or respond to the questions outside about whether the energy surge just now had been his doing.

Me?

What did I do?

I'd been under the cameras the entire time. As long as the surveillance footage proved that the restorer had done his job properly—without stealing or damaging any artifacts—it would prove my innocence!

Turn on the footage, and you'll see that I did nothing!

When he refused to respond, the vampires, werewolves, and church representatives outside could only search aimlessly, running around in frantic circles. At the same time, another group was also panicking:

"When is this plane going to land?!"

"Why did they suddenly stop us from landing?!"

"Are we going to another city?"

"That'll delay us another six or seven hours! With such a long delay, who knows what might happen!"

"Yeah! Shen Le—"

The speaker forcibly swallowed the words "that brat."

That guy Shen Le had said he was going to Paris on some personal business, that he didn't need anyone specifically accompanying him, nor did he need them to send someone to act as a local guide. Yet only a couple of days later, he had urgently dragged them all over here—

Being dragged over was a good thing, of course—conservatively speaking, they might be able to bring several Chinese artifacts back home—

But this level of being tossed around was more than enough!

From assembling the group, to inviting artifact appraisal experts and Special Affairs Bureau experts, to rushing their visas, and then catching the nearest flight over—

Finishing so many things in a single day had kept all of them running themselves ragged!

They had finally been about to arrive. The plane had begun circling over Paris, yet it simply