While in Hollywood, I used Taoist magic to quell American terrorism.

Her skin seemed more radiant than before, and there was even a faint, dark red glow swirling in the depths of her eyes.

She exuded an even more unfathomable allure.

She landed back on the ground, swaying slightly as she leaned on Cao Kun's shoulder, her face showing a kind of... languidness after eating too much.

"Master... this thing's energy is greater than I expected."

Chris yawned, looking at Cao Kun with a dazed expression.

"I need to sleep for a while to process it."

During this period, I will set up automated programs to handle daily tasks on my phone...

If it's not urgent, please don't wake me.

After saying that, Chris didn't wait for Cao Kun's reply before she transformed into a streak of light and disappeared back into her phone on the pillow.

Cao Kun looked at his phone, now calm again, and felt a strange unease.

I didn't earn any merit points on this trip.

However, it seems to make Chris even stronger.

It can handle more complex daily tasks and more complex financial information.

Moreover... you can also get a succubus that can stably maintain its form in exchange.

No more turning into a bloody mess.

This feeling seems pretty good.

"Yes, I'm only doing this for Chris's sake, not for any stable form."

Yes, that's it.

Cao Kun coughed and casually waved his hand, retrieving the three array flags.

"Master Cao..."

Just then, a weak cry came from the bed.

Taylor slowly opened her eyes; the tear tracks at the corners of her eyes were still wet.

She curled up in the blanket, looking at Cao Kun.

The fear of being surrounded by countless smiling faces has completely disappeared.

All that remained was a profound exhaustion, a feeling of surviving a catastrophe.

"It's alright now."

Cao Kun put away all his magical artifacts, walked over, and patted her on the shoulder: "Your danger is over."

Taylor grabbed Cao Kun's sleeve, her voice hoarse: "Really...really won't be coming back?"

"There wasn't even ashes left."

"Sleep a little longer. When it's light, your father will take you back to Pennsylvania."

Taylor closed his eyes, and a genuine, natural, and no longer distorted smile appeared on his lips.

In the next room, Scott, having heard the commotion subside, finally pushed open the door and entered.

He looked at his daughter sleeping peacefully, then at Cao Kun standing by the window.

Scott's eyes welled up with tears, and he bowed deeply in respect.

"Mr. Cao, is it... over?"

Cao Kun: "Yes, it's all over."

Taylor no longer needs to worry about any danger, at least not in this matter.

"That's great." Scott let out a long sigh of relief.

During this time, his heart was constantly on edge.

He was always worried that his daughter would commit suicide cruelly in front of him, just like those guys.

"Thank you... thank you."

Cao Kun looked out the window.

The morning glow outside the window had already painted the sky, and the Beverly Hills morning air was refreshingly cool.

Cao Kun said to Scott beside him, "Scott, now that things are resolved, I'll head back first."

Scott nodded quickly and escorted Cao Kun to the suite door: "Goodbye, Master Cao."

"Hmm," Cao Kun responded, and was about to reach out to open the door.

"Master Cao!"

A hurried shout came from behind.

Cao Kun stopped and looked back, only to see Taylor rushing out of the bedroom barefoot.

Her long-sleeved pajamas were a little wrinkled, her golden curly hair was messy, and her face still had the rosy glow of just waking up.

Seeing that Cao Kun was already standing at the door, she hardly hesitated.

He took a few strides forward, his 1.8-meter height like a long shadow, and crashed directly into Cao Kun's arms.

This hug was deep and forceful.

Cao Kun felt two long, slender arms tightly encircling his waist.

The girl's profile was pressed tightly against his chest.

Through the thin shirt, he could feel Taylor's heart pounding with excitement.

Are you leaving?

Taylor looked up, her deep blue eyes filled with reluctance and dependence.

Cao Kun reached out and patted the back of her head, his tone calm.

"Now that the danger has been resolved, I should go home."

"But……"

Taylor tightened his arms.

It was as if she was afraid that if she let go, the man who gave her absolute security would disappear.

"You promised me that once I recovered, you would take me to eat authentic Chinese food."

"Once you've recovered and are back in Pennsylvania, you can fly over anytime you want to eat here," Cao Kun said with a smile.

"Then you must contact me often!"

Taylor held up his little finger, his eyes serious to the point of obsession. "We need to send text messages, and also MSN."

You're not allowed to ignore my messages, you're not allowed to find me annoying, and you're not allowed to... forget me.

Looking at the girl's serious expression, Cao Kun nodded somewhat helplessly: "Okay, I promise you."

"Pinky promise." Taylor stubbornly held up his finger.

Cao Kun could only extend his finger and hook it with hers.

Taylor then released her grip, but remained standing in front of Cao Kun, head down, fiddling with the buttons on her pajamas.

Her voice softened considerably: "I will try my best to write songs."

"When I become a superstar, I'll treat you to the best restaurant in America."

"I'm waiting for that day."

Scott, who was standing to the side, froze on the spot, his face turning pale and then red.

He looked at his daughter, who was usually well-behaved but also had a touch of pride...

At this moment, she was clinging to a man she had only known for two days, like a child who hadn't been weaned.

My heart ached, but there was nothing I could do.

After all, it was this man who pulled Taylor out of hell.

"Taylor, Master Cao is very busy. Let him go back and rest first."

Scott steeled himself and stepped forward, tugging at his daughter's arm.

Taylor pursed her lips and finally moved aside from the doorway, but her gaze remained fixed on Cao Kun's face.

Cao Kun and the other man waved, turned around, and strode into the elevator.

After stepping out of the Beverly Hills Hotel, Cao Kun got into his Cadillac Escalade.

His gaze fell on the phone screen, where Chris, who had been so lively, had now fallen completely silent.

A faint, ever-shifting pink light flickered at the edge of the screen—that was the energy fluctuation of evolution.

Although I didn't earn any merit points, I gained a much stronger Chris, which will definitely make things much easier in the future.

Cao Kun pondered this in his mind and started the engine.

Compared to those merit points, someone who can be summoned at any time...

Succubi, which do not require additional mana to maintain their form, are clearly of higher strategic value.

Not only in dealing with women, but also in handling troubles behind the scenes, even on a psychological level...

The evolved Chris will be his sharpest hidden blade.

The car drove through the morning mist of Los Angeles, and the silhouette of the Beverly Hills Hotel gradually blurred in the rearview mirror.

After returning to the villa, Cao Kun lived a secluded life for a few days.

Aside from occasionally popping into the store to check on the progress of the Marvel project...

The rest of the time was spent nurturing the increasingly profound thunderous magic power within his body.

Chris is still evolving; the pink glow on the phone screen is even more intense than it was two days ago.

In the early morning, the sunlight slanted across the restaurant table.

Cao Kun was drinking coffee when his phone, which was lying next to him, vibrated.

Cao Kun glanced at it; it was an unfamiliar number.

I picked up the phone and answered it.

"Excuse me... are you Master Cao?"

The male voice on the other end of the phone was very distinctive.

It carried a unique gentleness and trembling, but at this moment it revealed a deep-seated exhaustion.

Cao Kun's eyes flickered slightly, but his tone remained calm: "Who am I?"

The other party was silent for a few seconds, as if confirming that the environment was safe.

Finally, he said in a low voice, "I'm Michael. I think... I need your help."