More than ten minutes later, a helicopter descended from the sky and landed in the courtyard of Longyan Temple.
Two fully armed soldiers carried a stretcher out of the cabin. An old man lay on it, tightly bound by restraint straps.
"He's Li Yuan." Yang Qi jumped down from the helicopter as well and spoke to Sun Hang.
Sun Hang glanced at the old man on the stretcher. His eyes were tightly shut, his breath faint as a thread, and his shriveled skin was covered in yellowish-brown age spots. There was no way to connect him with the fair-skinned monk Sun Hang had seen in those memory fragments.
He crouched down and pushed the old man's head to one side. Right in the center of the back of his head, amid his sparse white hair, was a Black Mole the size of a one-yuan coin.
"Verification complete. It's definitely him." Sun Hang nodded. "Where did you find this guy?"
"In the intensive care ward of Tianfu City Central Hospital," Yang Qi said. "He has lung cancer. According to the doctors, he only has a few days left... He's basically been keeping himself alive by pouring huge amounts of money into treatment every day."
"He's rich?"
"Yeah. He ranks among the top three hundred wealthiest people in Tianfu City. He made his first fortune contracting civil engineering projects in his early years, then switched to construction materials. He owns six companies, with publicly known assets of around eight hundred million." Yang Qi said, "When the Public Security Bureau went in to arrest him, they had a violent clash with his bodyguards. Several people were injured."
"Did you find out where his startup capital came from?"
"No... There are no records of this man, or of the money he used to start