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Paris time, eleven o'clock in the evening.
The sound of spinning rotor blades echoed across Fangdeng Square, with several police chiefs below smiling and waving goodbye, and Ray along with a group of security personnel bowing in acknowledgment, as three AS350 helicopters carrying Zhou Wang and others took off from the square, spiraling up into the skies over Paris, then headed in a certain direction.
Zhou Wang glanced one last time at Lucas and others being escorted to the police car in disappointment, his gaze swept over the crowd gathered at the entrance of the banquet hall, still in constant discussion, then he retracted his gaze and closed the helicopter door.
The helicopter was summoned by Ray, and Zhou Wang knew it was likely for safety considerations, not to mention the priceless jewelry aboard the three helicopters, but also Zhou Wang's own safety.
