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

As a succubus who feeds on spirit and desire, her perception far surpasses that of ordinary people.

Cao Kun "disappeared" from her sensory radar.

I could clearly see him standing there, and I could reach out and touch him.

On a spiritual level, however, he seemed to merge into the surrounding air, into the earth beneath his feet, and even into the rules governing this world.

The Great Way is formless, yet it gives birth to heaven and earth.

The Great Way is nameless, yet it nourishes all things.

He was there, existing like air, yet just as easily overlooked as air.

"this……"

Chris floated over and circled Cao Kun twice.

She stretched out her slender finger and carefully poked Cao Kun's chest.

The touch from my fingertips was warm and firm.

"It's still there."

Chris murmured to herself, the fear in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by an almost obsessive fervor.

"Master, your current state is...it's amazing."

She leaned closer, her nose almost touching Cao Kun's neck, and took a deep breath.

The oppressive feeling that made people tremble was gone.

Instead, there is an indescribable, profound attraction.

It's like facing a vast starry sky or an endless sea.

It makes people instinctively want to explore, to immerse themselves, to become one with it.

"The former master was like a raging fire, making people want to get close to him for warmth, but also afraid of being burned to ashes."

Chris's voice became soft and dreamlike.

She wrapped her arms around Cao Kun's waist, pressed her cheek against his chest, and rubbed against him affectionately.

"But now... you are like an abyss, you are the universe."

"This feeling... is more captivating than mere power."

"Even... addictive."

Chris raised her head, her purple eyes shimmering with adoration and longing.

"Master, you are simply the embodiment of perfection."

"This feeling of being one with the world... if you were walking down the street now, even the most wary wild beast probably wouldn't bark at you."

"But if you want, you can instantly transform into a storm that devours everything."

She stood on tiptoe and gently pecked Cao Kun's chin with her red lips.

"I am so lucky to serve such a great being as you."

"I think... I love you even more now."

Chris's fingers traced the lines on Cao Kun's back, her voice growing increasingly sweet:

"Master, to celebrate your... well, your return to simplicity."

"Would you like me to serve you right now?"

Cao Kun glanced down at her and brushed the fallen leaves off his shoulder: "There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

"Put your clothes on properly."

Cao Kun sat down in the rattan chair, pointed to the tea set on the table, and said, "Let's get down to business."

Chris pouted, seemingly still wanting more, then with a flash of pink light, she changed into a smart business suit.

She skillfully poured tea for Cao Kun, then brought up a virtual screen.

"Master, there's been progress on the three projects you previously assigned."

Cao Kun picked up his teacup and gently blew on it to cool it down. "Speak," he said.

"First and foremost, Sherlock Holmes."

Chris pointed to the email icon on the screen:

"Warner Bros. originally did not put this project on the near future schedule, but only as a reserve IP."

But after hearing that you, the "golden producer," were interested in this subject matter, they immediately convened an emergency meeting of senior management.

Cao Kun took a sip of tea: "The result?"

"A heated discussion," Chris laughed. "Someone even slammed their fist on the table."

Opponents argue that detective films are outdated and prone to becoming dull.

But the supporters presented box office figures for "The Pursuit of Happyness" and "Hancock," silencing the opposition.

"The conclusion now is that Warner warmly welcomes your participation, and even eagerly hopes that you can take charge of the operations."

Chris paused, then added:

"However, they are still arguing over investment shares and copyright dividends."

They are only willing to relinquish 25% of their investment and will not grant access to related copyrights.

Cao Kun said calmly, "Tell them I want 40%, plus Rachel as the female lead."

If they don't agree, I'll find a screenwriter to write a detective story myself and challenge them.

They know I have this ability.

"clear."

Chris quickly took notes and then moved on to the next page.

"The situation is similar to that of 'Mamma Mia!'"

Universal Pictures holds the adaptation rights, but has always been concerned about the market risks of musicals.

After learning that you were interested, they immediately restarted the project.

Negotiations are progressing smoothly so far, and Amanda's role is basically settled; the only issue is the investment ratio, which is still under negotiation.

Cao Kun nodded: "There's no rush, we can take our time. They're more anxious than I am."

"at last……"

Chris's expression turned somewhat strange. She put away the virtual screen and looked at Cao Kun:

"Master, there's a problem with Taken."

Cao Kun raised an eyebrow: "EuropaCorp won't sell?"

"No."

Chris shook her head. "There's no such project at all."

"No?"

"Yes. I hacked into Luc Besson's private computer and searched all of EuropaCorp's memos and script libraries."

They even checked the writers' guild over there.

Chris shrugged: "There's no script, no outline, not even a record of this idea."

This project... does not currently exist in this world.

Cao Kun was taken aback.

Then, he suddenly realized.

It is currently the first half of 2006.

In the original timeline, "Taken" was released in 2008.

According to the film production cycle, Luc Besson may only have a rough idea in mind right now, or he may not even have a rough idea yet, and he may still be busy with other films.

It's even possible that, due to the butterfly effect, this script never even came to fruition.

"Does not exist..."

Cao Kun tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, a slow smile curving his lips.

"It's good that it doesn't exist."

Since it doesn't exist, there's no need to buy the copyright, let alone share the profits with others.

"Open document".

Cao Kun looked at Chris: "Prepare to take notes."

Chris's eyes lit up, and she immediately pulled up a blank document: "Master, you want to... again?"

"Since Luc Besson hasn't written it yet, then I will."

Cao Kun leaned back in his chair, his eyes deep, as if recalling that classic action-packed movie.

The film is tentatively titled "Taken".

Cao Kun began, speaking slowly and clearly:

"The male protagonist, Brian, is a former top CIA agent."

To make up for what he owed his family, he became a bodyguard after retiring from the military and lived in Los Angeles.

Chris's fingers flew across the keyboard, producing a crisp and pleasant sound.

His daughter is going to Paris for a trip.

Cao Kun continued, "The key point is that my daughter and her friend were targeted by a human trafficking group as soon as they arrived in Paris."

She was kidnapped on the spot while talking to her father.

At this point, Cao Kun paused for a moment and repeated that classic line that has gone down in film history:

"Remember this passage clearly; it's the key point—"

I don't know who you are, and I don't know what you want.

If you're looking for ransom, I can tell you I have no money.

But I have a very special set of skills that I honed throughout my long career...

If you release my daughter now, this matter will end here.

I will not look for you, I will not investigate you.

But if you don't let go... I swear.

I will come to you, I will find you, and then... I will kill you.