85: 85.

Prince Lukado 85: 85.

Prince Lukado “$1 million isn’t a small amount; it’s almost 7 million yuan.”

But the other party’s request was indeed a bit strange.

If Qian Ping hadn’t said it in person, everyone would have thought it was a joke.

“Make a governor?

A T800 Terminator?”

“Terminator” is a classic movie that premiered in the 1980s.

Most of those present were around 50 years old.

Even if they hadn’t seen the movie, they were familiar with the iconic “Terminator” robot image.

Qian Ping said, “I’ll send you the kid’s mobile number, have a chat if you’re interested.”

Liu Jiang nodded lightly, and that was the end of that.

At his level, $1 million wasn’t enough to lose composure over, planning to let his assistant do some groundwork after returning.

However, not everyone had such confidence.

Several individuals from the fields of mechanics and materials science quickly calculated:

“This job could be handled by one’s own team, and if one had enough graduate students, the cost could definitely be controlled within 1 million yuan.”

A profit margin of five to six times tempted quite a few.

A chubby man with an honest and kind face casually asked:

“I’ve been old friends with Hongbing too, hey~ Old Qian, send me his son’s number.”

Qian Ping saw that this man was Professor Wei from Xigong University, an expert in the field of metal materials, obviously coming to intercept the job.

It was reasonable for an old friend to ask for a number and hard to refuse.

Pretending to be oblivious, Qian Ping sent it with a naïve smile.

Soon, a few more people related to “Terminator” asked Qian Ping for the number.

This somewhat displeased Liu Jiang, and his expression cooled down.

But for everyone else, they were just colleagues in the industry.

With money to be made, who cared about his feelings?

Liu Jiang’s face grew even darker.

After removing his glasses and wiping them, he picked up his phone and stepped outside.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Meanwhile, Lu Li was puzzled, wondering why so many of his father’s old friends were adding him on WeChat.

Since they were all scholars, Lu Li, thinking they might be useful, added them all.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, a call came directly.

It was Liu Jiang’s number!

Lu Li hurriedly answered, “Hello, Academician Liu, this is Lu Li.”

The voice on the other end was very robust: “Qian Ping told me about your matter, let’s discuss the specifics.

What do you need it for?”

Lu Li weighed his words, “I need a scientifically designed, realistically usable robot.

It’s just for collection; I don’t need a power system.”

Not needing a power system, isn’t that just a large toy?

At this moment, Academician Liu really thought Lu Li had some sort of collecting fetish.

The task wasn’t difficult, merely designing a mechanical body, which was right up his alley.

“Your request isn’t hard to meet…”

“Alright, Academician Liu, I’ll leave it to you then.

Please send me your account details.”

Liu Jiang was slightly stunned by Lu Li’s straightforwardness.

“Since that’s the case, I won’t hold back.

I’ll complete the design as soon as possible, and we’ll communicate more during this period.”

…

After hanging up, Liu Jiang returned inside and sat down.

He had already planned to finish this meaningless polite chat soon and go back to something more meaningful.

Designing a complete mechanical body was also quite interesting for the scholar himself.

Everyone guessed what he was doing outside, and at that moment, they were talking about Hongbing.

“They say Hongbing was tricked into going out, got cancer, and lives in a basement.”

“But Old Qian, you said his son just spends $1 million like that.”

“Old Qian, have you pocketed the Cash yet?

You weren’t scammed, right?”

Qian Ping was about to answer when Liu Jiang’s phone chimed.

Liu Jiang looked at it, his expression changed slightly, and he stood up to leave: “You guys keep talking, I’ve got something to do, I’ll take my leave first.”

After saying that, he left directly.

The others didn’t pay much attention and started discussing the upcoming National Day military parade.

Qian Ping was frequently distracted, feeling quite uneasy.

He had inadvertently glimpsed Liu Jiang’s phone, which had received a fund transfer message.

$1 million, and the young man from the Lu Family sent it without a word!

What a big spender!

Unbeknownst to him, it was just because it was ill-gotten money that he didn’t mind spending.

~~~~~~~~~~~

At the other end, Lu Li had settled the “Terminator” issue and could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, there was a rush of footsteps outside; it was Jessica returning.

After entering the house, the young girl threw herself into Lu Li’s arms, bombarding his face and lips with eager kisses.

Her slender, fair legs were also wrapped around his waist, hanging there without dropping.

After enjoying a fragrant embrace, Jessica then took out Lu Li’s original phone and said in a sweet voice,

“That gun dealer, named Aurora, sent you a message.

He said the goods have arrived and asked you to check them out.”

“Not the best timing…”

Lu Li had just spent all his money, so he couldn’t go for now.

For the moment, he needed to find some drug dealers or black gang members to make a withdrawal.

However, Lu Li was tired of small fry who only had a million dollars; he wanted a more challenging target.

He asked Jessica, “Are there any formidable characters around?

The kind that have several tons of cash stashed in their lair?”

“There are.”

Jessica took out her phone, found a news article, and showed it to Lu Li:

[Prince Lukado acquitted, released on the spot]

A sun-kissed, handsome, indigenous man with brown skin was seen waving at reporters in front of the court.

And by his side, remarkably, was the “Drug Lord Guard”!

“It’s Benjamin’s son.” Lu Li, of course, remembered the man.

It was because of Corissa’s mother capturing this man that led to Benjamin taking tanks out in the streets.

But now that he was released, it meant the government had lost.

Reading further down, as expected, the anti-narcotics President had been impeached.

The new President took an oath of office, his slogan being: to educate organized crime activities with embraces.

Translated to plain language, it meant: the government surrendered to the drug lord.

“Is this guy an idiot?”

Lu Li glanced at the publication; it was a legitimate news outlet.

He checked the date; it wasn’t April 1st.

“How did he become President?”

Jessica obediently answered, “All the candidates who favored drug prohibition were shot during their speeches.”

“…”

Lu Li didn’t usually care much about politics, but he had never expected it to be this bizarre.

However, on second thought, this was good; such an environment allowed one to act freely.

He scrolled back to the beginning of the news, looking at the photo of “Prince Lukado.”

Beneath his name were many related links, one of which was his arrest at a villa where they found $18 million in cash!

“Yep, he’s the one!”

Lu Li confirmed the target.

However, the son of the drug lord had military protection, which wasn’t like his previous opponents.

To be cautious, Lu Li decided to wait until the “Titanium Alloy” he ordered had arrived before making a move.

“Lu Li, kiss me~”

At that moment, Jessica wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed up eagerly, unable to wait for their intimate moment.

Being accustomed to the reserved girls of the Otherworld, he was quite unaccustomed to such fervor.

~~~~~~~~~~~

There are always some people in the world who are natural archenemies.

Lu Li wanted to take on Prince Lukado, little knowing that the latter was not willing to let him go either.

At that moment, inside a “Waste Processing Center” located on the West Coast of Tijuana,,

the sun-kissed, handsome Prince Lukado smoothed his hair, lit a lighter, and without looking, threw it behind him.

Flames erupted along with wails as the gasoline drenched on three SWAT members was ignited.

“Kill their families too, dump all the bodies at City Hall.”

Completely ignoring the smell of burning flesh, Prince Lukado, bracing his hands on the table with his charming brown eyes surveying his subordinates, said,

“The group’s authority has been challenged; we must take back what we’ve lost.

We need no evidence, nor mercy; execute everyone, let the whole world know the consequences of opposing the group.”

On the table in front of him, there were countless photos,

all of individuals who had crossed the drug trafficking group or were suspected.

Displayed in the forefront was a photo of a stern middle-aged woman, next to her was Teresa.

And Lu Li’s photo, similarly, was placed in an inconspicuous corner.