“Where is Blake Langley's family from?” Evan Sutton asked unwillingly.

“You don’t need to go to his home, I doubt he’ll go back either. You know about Lansong Group, right…”

The counselor didn’t need to say more—everyone already knew about Blake Langley’s background. If you go back ten years, the giant conglomerate of China was Lansong Group.

Unfortunately, such a colossal company, for reasons unknown, ended up collapsing from within. A century-old enterprise vanished in just two years. Except for a few who managed to escape overseas, the rest either disappeared or ended up spending the rest of their lives in prison. The few who survived were probably driven mad by debt.

No one would have thought that Blake Langley was once the young master of Lansong Group. Could the young master of Lansong Group really be doing well?

Regardless of whether Blake Langley was the heir to Lansong Group, as long as your surname was Lan in Lansong Group, you could be called the young master.

……

Blake Langley had already left Haiyang; he was now sitting on a train bound for Tingjiang.

Tingjiang was Blake Langley’s hometown. He and his mother had lived there for seven years. It wasn’t until he was admitted to the junior class at Haiyang Medical University that his mother left Tingjiang and never returned.

He had even thought many times that if he hadn’t gotten into the junior class back then, his mother wouldn’t have left Tingjiang. Unfortunately, he was reborn at eighteen, not fourteen.

This time, he had a very clear goal: after taking the UFO, he would never return to Tingjiang. So before leaving, he wanted to go back and take a handful of his homeland’s soil. Maybe one day, when he was waiting for death in the vastness of space, at least he would have a handful of earth from home to keep him company.

After Tingjiang, the next place Blake Langley planned to stay was Huzhou.

Huzhou was a very young city, having only been established for about twenty years. It was a city that had risen because of tourism, and in just twenty years, its population had surpassed four million.

Blake Langley chose Huzhou mainly because it was close to Kunlun Mountain. Besides having less air pollution, it would also make things more convenient for him.

Because Huzhou was near Kunlun, a year later the natural energy there would be denser than in other places. This led to a sharp rise in housing prices in Huzhou a year later; buying a house there would be even more expensive than in coastal cities.

It took twelve hours to get from Haiyang to Huzhou. The first thing Blake Langley did after sitting down was to open his old laptop and frantically download all kinds of martial arts techniques from the internet.

These martial arts techniques were surely a mix of real and fake, but no matter what, he would download them all first.

In a short time, Blake Langley had downloaded more than twenty internal energy breathing techniques, including Yijin Jing, Pure Yang Wuji Gong, and Sixteen-Section Brocade. As for various fist and kick techniques, they lined up in a long queue in his download list. Even if he had to pay, he recharged without hesitation.

A fit of violent coughing from across the aisle made Blake Langley, who was immersed in searching for techniques, look up. Sitting opposite him was a middle-aged man, covering his mouth and coughing with his head down.

Blake Langley sighed, frowning slightly. These days, there were just too many lung diseases caused by breathing. The reason why studying medicine was so popular now was because the sky was so terribly polluted. Endless dust and haze—there was no longer a single place on Earth where you could breathe freely.

Seeing Blake Langley looking at him with a slight frown, the middle-aged man quickly apologized, “Sorry, sorry, it’s an old problem. Cough, cough…”

Blake Langley smiled. “It’s fine.”

For bronchitis and pneumoconiosis caused by dust pollution, Blake Langley had figured out a massage technique that, combined with a few herbs, could cure the illness in at most seven sessions. But Blake Langley didn’t say anything. The other party wouldn’t believe him, and he couldn’t have the man follow him for seven days.

The middle-aged man smiled apologetically again, then took out a mask and put it on. Even with the mask, he still coughed from time to time.

Earlier, Blake Langley had been focused on searching for martial arts techniques online and hadn’t paid attention to the man. Now, as he let his computer download and closed his eyes to rest, the man’s continued coughing made Blake Langley feel something was off.

Very soon, Blake Langley was sure the man was faking his cough.

In his previous life, he had seen countless patients—what symptoms hadn’t he seen? He had seen far too many coughs caused by breathing issues. He could easily tell when someone was deliberately making themselves cough from time to time.

Why would a perfectly healthy person pretend to cough? Blake Langley instinctively glanced at the middle-aged man and sensed a faint trace of hostility.

In his previous life, Blake Langley had seen too much killing and violence. He was confident he wasn’t mistaken—this middle-aged man was no ordinary person, and he had definitely killed before. Just as he thought this, the man suddenly asked, “You’re a student, right?”

Blake Langley smiled. “Just graduated, planning to look for a job in Bin’an.”

Blake Langley was actually heading to Huzhou to retrieve the UFO in Kunlun Mountain. He had no intention of letting anyone know his whereabouts, and now that this guy was pretending to cough for no reason, Blake Langley was even less willing to talk to him.