I have a wizarding world

Paris, a city straddling the Seine River, has long been known as one of the "World's Four Major International Cities" and the "City of Romance" as the capital of France.

But even in paradise, darkness exists, let alone in Paris.

The 16th arrondissement of Paris, a place where the wealthy congregate.

The public security here is good, and whether it's medical care, the environment, or education, it's much better than other areas of Paris.

The 16th arrondissement, a quiet and luxurious private manor.

In the manor, irises are budding, and the security guards in black seem oblivious to the beauty of the manor, their eyes sharply watching the surroundings. Clearly, a big figure lives here.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Old Orn, wearing a red robe, nestled in the large leather sofa of the villa, shook the crimson lacquered pipe in his hand, and took a deep puff.

Beside him, a gray-haired butler in a black tailcoat looked at the dying old man with a hesitant expression.

"Fred!" Old Orn raised his head and called out.

"Mr. Orn," the butler immediately bent over and moved closer.

"What are my two sons doing now?"

Speaking of his sons, a glint of shrewdness flashed in the turbid eyes of this tycoon who single-handedly built the Orn Consortium.

"Mr. Orn, they... they are fighting for the equity of the consortium," the butler quickly said.

"Haha," Orn laughed, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in the eyes of this blond old man, "Let them fight! The Orn Consortium can only go further if led by a wolf."

"Cough, cough, cough." While laughing, Orn coughed violently again.

"Mr. Orn, perhaps you should listen to the doctor and smoke less," the butler said with a hint of pity on his face.

"Fred," Orn took another puff, "I know my own body best, and I know I won't live long."

Speaking of this, a touch of sarcasm appeared in Orn's eyes, as if he was mocking himself for having been in the business world for so many years, single-handedly building the Orn Consortium, a second-rate European consortium.

His personal wealth is as high as tens of billions of dollars. He has not fallen into the hands of his enemies in his life, but he has been defeated by lung cancer.

What's even more tragic is that his two sons, knowing that he is running out of time, are even more aggressively fighting for the consortium's shares. In this world, the only person who truly cares about him may be this old butler who has been with him for decades.

Thinking of this, Orn couldn't help but feel bored.

He wanted to live, he didn't want to die. If there was a medicine in the world that could cure his disease, he would be willing to give up half of his wealth.

Unfortunately, there wasn't.

He could only hold his vast wealth and wait for the arrival of death.

Listening to Orn's decadent words, the butler's eyes couldn't help but get a little wet. He had witnessed the life of this legendary figure with his own eyes, from the grassroots, step by step to become the head of a second-rate European consortium.

It can be said that if Orn's life were made into a movie, it would be very inspiring.

Unfortunately, this legendary figure will eventually come to the end of his life.

What's even more tragic is that he didn't enjoy the warmth of family affection in the end, which is probably the most failed part of Orn's life.

"Creak-"

While the two were silent, the door of the villa was pushed open.

A tall Asian young man in black, wearing sunglasses, walked in.

Seeing this, the butler's face changed slightly, but Orn's expression didn't change much. He raised his head, looked at the butler, and joked, "I didn't expect that at the last moment of my life, I would have an Asian friend come to see me."

"Who are you?"

The butler's face sank, and his right hand quietly reached for his waist, where a miniature pistol was pinned.

"Alright, Fred," Orn waved his hand at the butler, "Since he can come here, he is not someone you can deal with."

Hearing this, the butler's face tightened, and then he slowly put his hand down.

At this time.

The clone warrior standing ten steps away walked over slowly. He raised the portable terminal on his right arm, and a small holographic projection appeared in front of him.

In the holographic projection, it was Orn's picture and information.

"Mr. Orn?"

"That's me," Orn nodded with a smile.

"This is an invitation letter from Yuncheng Biotechnology," said the clone warrior, taking out a golden card the size of a mobile phone from nowhere and handing it over.

The butler stepped forward and took it for Orn.

"Yuncheng Biotechnology?" Orn shook the pipe in his hand and said with a smile, "Is this a newly opened subsidiary of Yuncheng Technology?"

"Mr. Orn, Yuncheng Biotechnology and Yuncheng Technology do not have an affiliated relationship. Our invitation location is Anru Island."

"Anru Island?"

Hearing this, Orn, who had been indifferent, finally changed his face.

After a long while, he nodded and took a deep look at the clone warrior in front of him, "Don't worry, I will definitely go."

What is Anru Island?

If you ask ordinary people, they can probably only answer that it is a city in the Passa Islands.

But Orn knew that this was the lair of Universal Trade Company. The prestige of Universal Trade Company has long been well-known internationally after the Inpa War and the Syrian missile crisis.

It is known as the world's number one military group of non-state organizations.

Just kidding, not to mention the Syrian missile crisis, how could a military group that can defeat a British aircraft carrier battle group not be impressive.

Moreover, Orn, as the head of a famous European consortium, knows more inside information. According to him, the world's number one technology company, Yuncheng Technology, also has some unclear relationship with Anru Island.

But more specifically, Orn couldn't find out.

Hearing Orn's guarantee, the clone warrior nodded and turned to leave.

But as if thinking of something, the clone warrior turned around: "The guys outside were not very friendly just now. I have already let them sleep for a while. When you wake them up, don't forget to say sorry for me."

After saying that, the clone warrior left without looking back.

Hearing this, Orn's face was very ugly, such a naked threat, he was the first time to experience.

In the past, even the underhanded tricks in business competition would not be so blatant.

That's right, in Orn's eyes, this is Universal Trade showing off its force.

Thinking of this, Orn sighed, even if it shows off its force, what can he do? Although Orn is nominally the top figure in this country, the Orn Consortium is only a second-rate consortium in Europe after all.

His personal wealth is only tens of billions. Not to mention comparing with military groups like Universal Trade that can wrestle with the five permanent members of the Security Council, there is a huge gap even compared to those old first-class consortia.

"Yuncheng Biotechnology?"

Orn played with the golden invitation card in his hand, made of some unknown material, and muttered to himself.