In just a short meeting, he had already deciphered the IP address and actual address of Ji Yufan's location. They were in an ancient castle in Scotland, surrounded by 60 hectares of private land. The landowner was a low-key British nobleman.

All online meeting applications received and sent from the castle network are summarized and classified. The dense numbers flashed by, turning into a combination of English and numbers. This is the real address of all IPs and the names of the property owners, including Cambridge Yale, Royal Manor, Trust Fund, and Government Parliament. Ji Yugan said that, "ethnic groups" are extremely powerful and have unlimited resources. They do not equal the whole world, but they almost control the whole world.

Among these online meeting applications, one address was located outside a county in California, USA. According to the address, Google map was called up and enlarged to the location of the house. It showed a white wooden villa with a spacious yard with green lawns and towering trees. It took five minutes to drive from the gate to the front of the villa. This property was purchased by a Hong Kong-funded company twenty years ago. It has changed three homeowners over the years, but they are all trust funds and lawyers are in charge. The house has not been rented out. Workers come to clean every week until someone moved in last month. The new owner was brought by an ambulance. The ambulance came from the private terminal of the airport. There was only one flight that day, a temporary flight from Arizona, equipped with a full set of medical equipment and a follower doctor. Everything is paid by the trust fund.

The era of information revolution is so transparent. People who have mastered information hegemony can see everything unilaterally. Kunlun can not only see all the funds behind this trust fund, but also see the patient's electrocardiogram monitoring through the medical facilities in the villa, and the daily intake. If he wants, he can even directly cut off the oxygen supply.

The old man lying on the hospital bed has a good complexion, his head is covered in black hair, and even his old man spots are rare. He is in a stable recovery period, and he is Wang Huayun, who died twenty years ago.

He lived again, which means that he was not dead at all. The old fairy had a back-up, but he ignored the progress of the times. The effective method he had done twenty years ago is a joke today.

Liu Kunlun decided to joke with this person who had been his father. After a dazzling operation, the bank account of the trust fund was sealed and he could no longer pay the medical staff, bodyguards and lawyers in the villa, and could not even pay the bill for water, electricity and network fees.

The first person to evacuate were the bodyguards. They had no feelings for their employer. The old man lying on the bed had no communication with them. He took money to do business and had no money to leave. The bodyguards walked very neatly. The lawyer who was responsible for coordinating everything left a bill, then put on Jinli glasses and left expressionlessly. However, a Mexican female nurse who was responsible for taking care of Wang Huayun could not bear to see the old man lonely, and stayed to take care of him even if he had no money.

Wang Huayun didn't know what went wrong. Over the years, he was no longer a waste of money to conquer the world. Everything was all based on money. Without money, he was not much different from the beggars sleeping on the streets of Los Angeles. Fortunately, he still has trustworthy friends, and the Internet in the house was no longer accessible. Lao Wang borrowed the cell phone of a Mexican female nurse and called Mai Junhao, a private doctor far away in Hong Kong.

The three generations of the Mai family are Lao Wang's personal doctors. There must be some code words between them that only two people know, and they will not be activated until the critical moment. After repeated confirmation, Mai Junhao immediately booked a first-class flight ticket from Hong Kong to Los Angeles.

Mai Junhao's air ticket information arrived in Kunlun in a flash, so he also booked a flight ticket from Beijing to Los Angeles.

At the same time, Wang Haikun flew to Hong Kong to handle private affairs. The old fairy previously borrowed a huge sum of 1 billion from various banks to buy blockchain cryptocurrencies. The elephant could never hide behind the small bushes. No cryptocurrency plate could withstand the impact of 1 billion. If he wanted to decipher this money, he might not be able to calculate the long random number of human beings' most advanced computers for a hundred years, but Kunlun could.

At Los Angeles Airport, Mai Junhao, who had been flying all night, got on an autonomous taxi despite his fatigue. The destination was set. The high-tech autonomous vehicle would not go the wrong way. There was no whispering driver, so he fell asleep after getting on the bus and woke up.

This is where Lao Wang lives. The door is closed and the taxi cannot be driven in. Mai Junhao had to get out of the car with his suitcase and shout. After a long time, a chubby Hispanic woman walked out to open the door. The two of them walked in while chatting, but no one saw another taxi coming from behind.

Kunlun also came. He and Mai Junhao walked into the room without being stunned or quarreling, as warm and natural as a family. The young man helped the elders who were lying in bed onto a wheelchair and pushed them into the outdoor corridor. The sun was shining in California, and the yard was full of orange trees. The oranges were dotted in the shade. There were many oranges in California, and there were harvests in every season. The oranges in the yard were already shriveled because no one picked them, and many of them fell on the grass.

Wang Huayun was very calm, the wind was light, Mai Junhao was very nervous, sweating all over his shirt, holding a handkerchief, wiping it constantly, the Mexican female nurse was happily cooking coffee for them, while Kunlun sat quietly on a rattan chair and stared at the two of them.

"I am willing to accept the loss if I lose to the young man, I will accept it." Wang Huayun said that he really has no backup plan. He is a man who is in a twilight battle, and he can't fight, and he can't run away, so what kind of battle is he used to fight.

"You have to hand over your body." Kunlun whispered, "This is not your body, it is Nan Peichen's, and you have to return it to others."

"Brother Nan doesn't know where his soul has returned, so how do I ask me to return it?" Wang Huayun spread his hands.

"Then you can't take it, I feel disgusted."

"Then you are just a forceful person. I have no choice but to retreat now. If you force yourself like this, it is equivalent to killing someone." Wang Huayun smiled.

"If you do this, isn't it a murder? If you kill someone and take over your body, your sins will not be forgiven. God will not accept you, I will accept you." Kunlun also said with a smile.

The Mexican female nurse couldn't understand their conversation, and thought that children and grandchildren from the East were visiting the elderly, and their grandchildren were discussing their grandson's studies, so she happily brought coffee and asked Kunlun with concern if she wanted a cold beer.

Only Mai Junhao was sitting on pins and needles and sweating constantly. He couldn't get into this conversation, and he shouldn't have come.

"Actually, I'm very interested. How did you survive?" Wang Huayun changed to a topic that could continue to talk about.

"I'm very interested, are you Niu Hulu Shanbao?" Kunlun asked back.
Chapter completed!