The real resting place for Trump was the two to three-story-high villas behind the main residence.

There were a total of 81 villas. Each villa came with a beautiful wife and 18 beautiful maids.

The faint red light was like the warm eyes of a god, gazing at the beautiful land. The feeling of dusk brought by the light slanted into Trump's huge meeting room.

Trump himself was still very energetic, but he saw that the hundreds of regional presidents who attended the meeting all looked a little tired.

So, he stood up and said, "Let's call it a day. Everyone, take a rest. Let's do this last bit of work tonight."

The regional presidents all stood up as if they had been granted amnesty. After bowing to Trump, they left the office.

After watching the regional presidents leave, Trump slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the beautiful scenery that he had bought inch by inch with real gold and silver.

"President Trump."

Trump turned around and saw a tiger mask with wings. It was Tolle.

A year ago, ever since Lei Luo and Byron had a bet, Byron had not brought Tolle with him.

Instead, he left him at the Golden Wall of glory.

Over the past year, Tolle had been learning business that he was not familiar with from Trump.

At the same time, he was looking for the whereabouts of the person who made a bet with his master.

"Tolle, why do you always like to wear a mask?"

This question had been stuck in Trump's heart for a long time. Today, he finally could not help but finally ask.

"Because I don't want to put on a fake expression."

Tolle answered as he walked towards Trump.

Trump smiled and shook his head.

"A man always likes to wear a mask. It always feels a little too strange."

"Masks are often more real than expressions. President Trump, after a longer period of time, you will slowly get used to it."

Tolle walked to Trump's side.

"Not long ago, Katz, who had just made a comeback, suddenly gave up all his achievements in the Free Sea and led some of his most loyal fleets and soldiers to the third province."

"What kind of person is worthy of him doing this?"

As Trump spoke, he looked at Tolle with a smile. Rather than saying that he was asking a question, it was more appropriate to say that he wanted Tolle's approval.

"Yes." Tolle nodded. "Only a life-saving grace would make a person make such a huge sacrifice."

"So, after following Katz for so long, there's finally a result. Are you sure it's that person?"

Trump's eyes revealed an expression that was rarely seen on him.

"It seems so. Before he led his troops to the third province, he had been in contact with that person.

That person was a magic expert. He had taken very good precautions and was almost unassailable.

But Katz was far from that. Through his magic stone, we saw all the content of their conversation."

"This is a magic replay of the last hotel we had in the past.

After Katz settled down his fleet, the first thing he did was rush to the past.

"And the person who brought him into this hotel is precisely this person..."

Trump picked up the magic fragment of the two of them entering the hotel. After looking at it for a while, he frowned slightly.

"Why does this person look so familiar?"

"He is the one who is rumored to be the 'Ghost Strategist. His name is Lei Luo." Tolle softly reminded Trump of his memories.

Trump immediately remembered and gently patted his forehead.

"Wings of Heaven asked me to organize his information. He seems to be a guy who made a lot of noise in the third province, right?"

"Yes, he tricked a pirate fleet to help him take down Holy City of Beauty, which is a very strong military fortress."

Then, he tried to use diplomatic means to keep his achievements, but it seemed to be a setback.

"Lord Karman, who came from the fifth province, has taken over everything."

After hearing Tolle's detailed account of the entire incident, Trump smiled faintly.

"You seem to be very interested in this person?"

"Although he's a little too frivolous and arrogant, he's indeed a very imaginative person. He's much better than those mediocre people who are nothing but dead meat."

As he said this, it was as if he was defending Lei Luo.

"His luck isn't very good. Originally, a week before the incident, Katz was about to arrive at the Holy City of Beauty. But because of a large-scale sea storm, he had no choice but to change his travel date. Otherwise, it's really hard to say who will win in the hands of that city."

After looking at the footage of the Magic Crystal recording again, Trump clicked his tongue in disbelief.

"Are you really sure that this person is the one that your master and I have taken a fancy to?"

"I can't be wrong on this," Tolle replied. "It's written very clearly in the email. Moreover, according to the video of the hotel, there are a total of four men and a woman in the room. They are Lei Luo, Katz, and two other men. Among these people, Lei Luo is the leader of course. Katz must have come here to seek refuge with him."

"How could it be?"

Trump crossed his hands behind his back and started to walk around the French window in confusion.

"From the looks of that person's gambling, he doesn't seem to be such a hasty person. How could he make such a low-level mistake? Did your master and I misjudge him?"

Trump clicked his tongue once again and shook his head slowly, "No, it shouldn't be. If it's just one or twenty rounds, it's understandable. But the time we've been paying attention to him isn't one or two days, but thousands of gambling rounds...We couldn't have made a mistake."

As Trump spoke, he turned to look at Tolle.

"Have you tracked down where he is now?"

"No." Tolle shook his head.

"This person seems to be born with the habit of hiding himself. Tracking him is a very difficult thing."

"Then where did you find him last?" Trump asked again.

Tolle replied, "He was on a ship heading to the Great Wall of Iron Blood. After that, we could no longer track him."

"'The Great Wall of Iron Blood'?" Trump reached out and touched his forehead. "What is that place? How come I've never heard of it?"

"The Great Wall of Iron Blood is an even more extreme military fortress than the Holy City of Beauty. There is almost no commercial activity there, and it is not surprising that you do not remember it."

At this point, Trump paused for a moment and then continued.