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

No wonder she said her name was Morika.

Isn't that Morika Bellucci?

Although she is over 40 years old.

But that mature elegance that emanates from within, and that breathtaking charm.

She still unconsciously draws people's attention to her face, making it hard to look away.

[As expected of a ball flower.]

Cao Kun sighed inwardly.

Western women rarely maintain their charm after the age of 40.

This person is clearly one of the few.

Even though her eyes were red and her face was haggard, her charm was still undeniable.

Her mature and graceful figure is even fuller than when she was younger.

"Hello, Master Cao."

Monica stood up, her breathing a little labored.

A certain degree of restraint flashed in her eyes.

They seemed surprised that the legendary Master Cao was so young.

Cao Kun's spiritual sense covered the entire villa, but he did not sense anyone else.

It seems that there are only the two of them in this villa at the moment.

Cao Kun wasn't interested in other people's affairs and didn't ask any further questions.

"Please have a seat, Ms. Monica."

Cao Kun casually pointed to the leather sofa opposite him, as if he were the owner of the villa.

Monica sat down somewhat awkwardly, her body leaning slightly forward due to excessive anxiety.

A pair of slender, fair hands were tightly clasped together.

"Master Cao, please...save my daughter."

"Please provide more details; I need more information."

Cao Kun asked calmly, "That day in Deli Town, besides the heavy rain, what else did you see?"

Or, did your daughter exhibit any unusual behavior before she went missing?

Monica took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down: "It was raining heavily that day, and I parked my car on the side of the road to buy cigarettes."

Before getting out of the car, my daughter suddenly pointed out the window and said, "Mommy, there's a balloon over there."

Cao Kun's eyes narrowed: "Balloon? What color is it?"

"Red."

Monica's voice trembled even more, "I thought it was some clown on the street."

Or perhaps it was a sales promoter in the store who didn't pay attention.

He only told her to lock the car doors.

When I got out of the car two minutes later, the door was open, and the back seat was empty.

"There was only one red balloon, tied to the back of the passenger seat, slowly deflating."

Cao Kun pressed further, "How did the local police conduct the investigation?"

"They checked the surveillance footage, but the footage from the camera outside the convenience store that day was all static due to the heavy rain."

Monica covered her face, tears streaming down her face through her fingers. "And the way those police officers acted was very strange."

They didn't seem surprised that someone was missing; they just mechanically registered the missing persons.

Cao Kun: "Is there any other information?"

Monica pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "I met an old man in the area, and he said, 'It's started again.'"

When I pressed him for details, the old man said that his daughter was not the first child to go missing in that small town.

Several children have gone missing recently.

Twenty-seven years ago, a similar number of children went missing.

None of those children have been found.

"27?"

Cao Kun frowned.

He was now fairly certain of what Monica had bumped into.

This is the plot of the horror movie "It".

In this movie, there is a clown named "Pennywise".

It is certainly not a human, but an ancient evil spirit from another dimension.

It awakens once every 27 years and feeds on the fears of the town's children.

It can transform into the victim's most feared form.

It also possesses powerful illusions and control abilities.

Because it can alter ordinary people's perceptions, the adults in Derry are always unusually indifferent to missing persons cases.

Cao Kun asked, "Monica, you said your child has been missing for five days?"

Monica nodded quickly: "Yes."

Cao Kun's expression darkened: "She might be in danger."

Monica was in a panic: "Master Cao, please save her, she's only 3 years old."

Cao Kun: "The monster that kidnapped your daughter is very powerful. $100 million, I will do my best."

A prepayment of 20 is required. The prepayment is refundable if the application fails.

"Okay." Monica quickly found her handbag, pulled out her checkbook, and wrote out a check for $20.

The check was handed to Cao Kun, who glanced at it and then stored it in his system space.

Monica was stunned when she saw the check disappear from Cao Kun's hand.

But she wasn't in the mood for magic tricks right now, and anxiously asked, "Master Cao, what do we do now?"

Cao Kun: "Do you have any maps at home?"

Monica found it a bit strange, but she quickly found a map.

Cao Kun looked at the map and quickly located the town of Deli.

"Come with me." Cao Kun strode out of the villa.

Cao Kun stood in the middle of the lawn and looked at the sky.

It's afternoon now, so we should be able to get there before dark.

He turned his head and looked at Monica, who was standing to the side, wrapped tightly in her trench coat.

"Come here." Cao Kun beckoned.

Monica hesitated for a moment, but still walked over in her high heels.

"Hold me tight," Cao Kun said calmly.

Monica froze.

She looked at the man in front of her, who was much younger than her, and a strong sense of disgust and sorrow flashed in her eyes.

Having been in Hollywood for so many years, she has seen too many of these kinds of tricks.

Those men give grand and noble reasons, but their ultimate goal is the same.

She had thought that this famous Hollywood "master" would be different.

But now, with his daughter's life hanging in the balance, he has made this demand.

"Master Cao..."

Monica bit her lip, her voice trembling slightly as she suppressed her anger:

"At a time like this, you still have such thoughts?"

Cao Kun didn't explain, he just looked at her quietly: "If you want to save your daughter, do as I say. My time is very valuable."

Monica closed her eyes and took a deep breath. For her daughter, she could endure any humiliation.

She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Cao Kun's waist.

That mature and alluring body, even through clothing...

You can also feel that amazing elasticity and breathtaking curve.

She pressed herself tightly against Cao Kun, and could even feel his steady heartbeat.

She leaned close to Cao Kun's ear, her breath sweet as orchids, but her tone was icy cold: "Master Cao, is this alright?"

If you need, you can do it on the lawn or inside, right now.

"As long as you can give my daughter back to me afterwards."

Cao Kun felt the woman in his arms trembling slightly and her anger, but he remained expressionless.

"Shut up, hold on tight."

Before Monica could react, Cao Kun stomped his foot.

"Buzz—!"

A powerful gust of air exploded beneath their feet.

Monica screamed, feeling her body suddenly lighten, and she was lifted into the air.

She heard the whistling wind and instinctively opened her eyes.

Looking down, he instantly fell silent.

Below, the once familiar villas and streets are rapidly shrinking.

She is flying.

This man, holding her in his arms, flew directly into the sky.

At that moment, all of Monica's anger and humiliation vanished, leaving only utter shock.

He wasn't flirting; he was genuinely just trying to get her on her way.

Looking at Cao Kun's cold profile, Monica felt so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground.

She finally understood how this man saw things.

Her stunning appearance, which drives countless men crazy, may really just be "luggage".