March 22nd. Wolhua Island, New York.

Shaped like amber, surrounded by blue water, white sand like the moon, steep rocks and green trees, Yuehua Island is located 20 miles east of New York, and is a paradise for vacation.

A white building stands on the island, about three stories high, the north wall is built according to the cliff, the wall stands in the sea, blends with the rocks, steep and steep, the south side is spacious and wide, facing the sea, the surface of the building is white marble, shining, called Yuehua Palace.

The hall on the first floor is covered with burgundy carpets, the doorknobs are glittering with gold, and the ceiling is hung with long crystal chandeliers. A rectangular wooden table in the center, inlaid with rose-colored marble in the center, and bordered by water-patterned silver.

An old man was sitting upright on a nanmu chair. He was about sixty years old, short and stocky, with gray hair, fair skin, deep eyes, a prominent hooked nose, and a cypress turtleneck and a dark blue suit.

He stretched out his right hand, pressed a copper-colored button on the table, and stared in the direction of the hall door, not saying a word.

A tall man, dressed in a black suit, came out of nowhere, walked to the table, bent down slightly, looked at the old man respectfully, and quickly understood what he meant.

He walked briskly towards the door, like the wind, and reached out to press the unlock button, pulling open the wide glass door.

A man hurriedly walked in, with black curly hair flicking around, and it turned out to be Grace. He came to the table, lowered his head slightly, put his hands on the edges of his legs, and said respectfully:

"Hello, Mr. Thomson!"

"Has the 'goods' arrived?" asked the man known as Thomson.

"Yes. It was handed over to George and placed on Moonlight Island. Grace replied.

"Well done!" Thomson smiled with satisfaction, "Did it go well?

"Yes, sir, as the great you say, very well. Grace said, "Paul was smart and didn't leave a tail. ”

"Clever?" said Thomson, touching his chin with interest.

"Yes, sir. Paul is a rare talent, but he is not mentally stable and needs your indoctrination. ”

"Even the most violent horses are afraid of whips. Thomson spun the fingers of his right hand in a circle, "I have a whip, stand down." ”

"Yes, sir. We're here to help!" Grace whispered, turning to the door.

Looking at Grace's figure, Thomson leaned back, his head resting on the back of his chair, a smile on his face, immersed in a beautiful vision.

The long-lost adrenaline stimulates every cell, and Thomson's heart is full of desires and dreams for grabbing.

He pressed a red button on the side of the table. Then, on the opposite wall, an image of a man in a white coat quietly appeared.

It was a middle-aged man, who looked like a doctor, haggard and thin, with pale skin slightly reddened and a hint of timidity on his face.

"It's a pleasure to call you, George. Thomson said.

"Hello, Mr. Thomson. We're here to help. George replied with a bow.

"Is the 'goods' okay?"

"Everything is working fine and recovering well. ”

"Bring him here. ”

"Yes, sir. I'll arrange it right away. ”

"Thank you. ”

"It's an honor to serve you, Mr. Thomson. Goodbye!" George replied with a smile.

A motorboat, like a white sail, cleaved waves from afar.

Hearing the shrill whistle of the motorboat, Thomson rose from his chair, put his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth in the middle of the hall on the burgundy carpet, his eyes fixed on the window.

He was anxiously waiting for the mysterious guest. Who is it?