Rona Muir drove a budget car, which couldn't hold too many people.
Coincidentally, the Aston Martin had plenty of space, but not enough seats.
So each of them had to drive their own car, with one person taking one of the kids along.
This place was already far from downtown Paris, so the area was full of extremes.
Violent clashes were nothing new here.
But you couldn't deny that the suburbs looked absolutely beautiful during the day.
It's a romantic city, but also a city of crime.
The more glamorous it was by day, the dirtier it got by night.
Cici had lived in this city for two years, so she knew exactly what it was like.
That's why, when Cici drove out in this car, it was kind of a warning to the local troublemakers.
Even though lots of people could afford an Aston Martin, there were only a handful of One-77s. Anyone with a little curiosity could easily find out who owned this one.
Unless someone was crazy enough to challenge the Yin Family, they'd better watch themselves.
Sure enough, as soon as Cici showed up in this car in the nearby town, someone had already reported it.
A quick check from the higher-ups revealed who the owner was, and they instantly issued a strict order: no one was allowed to go near this car or the people in it.
Messing with the Yin Family meant you might not live to see the next day—your organs could end up scattered.
The local gangs knew better than to mess with this car, but not everyone was that sharp.
"Hey, that's our parking spot. Move your car, now!" a bossy voice called out from ahead.
Cici froze, not even parked yet, when she saw Rona Muir—driving with Ethan Yin—getting hassled by someone.
The one giving them trouble was a little girl, about four or five years old.
She was clearly just a kid, but acted all superior, looking down on everyone.