Chapter 587 Business Is Business, and It’s Hard to Repay a Favor

As long as Claire wasn’t going to a university in New York, it wasn’t a problem.

But who knew if this little monkey would explode with rage in a couple of months.

Looking at his inexplicable expression, Selina found it odd. “What’s with that face? You don’t want her to come?”

Luke shook her head. “You forgot what Dustin said yesterday about us going to New York?”

Selina got it, and she put one hand to her forehead. “You really want to go? Then… Hey, why should I worry about that? Isn’t Claire your sister?”

Luke smiled bitterly. “Fine, thank you for worrying on my behalf.”

Saying that, he drove the car home. After telling Selina to help prepare Claire’s room, he went out.

On the way, Jenny called him. “Why did Stark Industries transfer twenty million dollars into our company account?” Luke said, “I made a small deal with them.”

Jenny: … Do you have some misunderstanding about what the word “small” means?

Telling Jenny not to worry and that the money could be used as reserve funds for the phone company, Luke ended the call.

Twenty million wasn’t a lot, but it definitely wasn’t insignificant either.

Tony was extravagant when it came to daily entertainment.

But as a businessman, he knew very well that business was business.

Of the two Predator weapons which Luke had given to him, it was the energy weapon that was valuable, but he might not necessarily be able to study it.

Twenty million could be considered the market price.

Luke knew what Tony was like; he could trade his watch for two boxes of strawberries, or blow up metallic suits worth billions as a firework show for Pepper. It was like how it was Luke’s business whether he wanted to give Selina five or fifty million in shares, but when Weyland wanted to hire him for a private assignment, he had to pay five hundred thousand dollars, while Sheerah paid Luke ten thousand dollars to be a bodyguard for one night.

By the same logic, Tony could waste his money however he wanted in his private life, but had to follow the rules in the weapons deal this time with Luke.

Business is business! That was an American truth.

Has my luck been too good recently? Luke wondered as he drove aimlessly around the east side.

Now that he made a fortune, he decided to give someone a hand for free.

A good turn was the hardest to repay.

After leaving some scrawls on the walls at several important street corners on the east side, he went home.

When he entered the house, he heard noise in the guest room.

Going over for a look, he saw Selina bustling about.

When he looked at the new items in the room, his expression turned strange. “Where did you get these?”

Selina was still straightening out the sheets that she had just placed on the bed. She replied without turning to look at him, “I bought them for Talia and the others. They’re still new.”

“Peppa Pig?” Luke didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Are you sure Claire will like that?”

Selina: “She’s not eighteen yet. Otherwise, why don’t you go out and buy something she likes?”

Luke raised his head and thought for a moment, before he shook his head regretfully. “Fine, I don’t know what she likes either.”

Claire was actually very into cute things three years ago.

But she was older now, and Luke wasn’t sure what Claire liked at the moment.

If that little monkey wasn’t happy, she could always buy something herself.

After making that decision, Luke didn’t say a word and made his escape, leaving Selina to continue with what she was doing. That night, Luke went out again after 11pm. There was the sound of a conversation in Selina’s room. “Do you think he knows?”

“What are you afraid of? Luke said that beating them up was fine, so just do it!”

“But we didn’t mention how many people we beat up.”

“You didn’t mention it. I can’t say anything; I have to abide by Luke’s rules.”

“Don’t you have any sense of shame at all?!”

Luke headed east.

Entering an abandoned factory, he found a platform and lit a camping light, then sat down.

At twelve, a person came in through the front entrance.

Seeing the figure sitting in the center of the factory, the person was startled and paused.

However, the stranger was already saying, “Come over here. Rebecca asked me to help you.”

After a brief silence, the person drew a gun from her back and slowly drew closer. “Who are you?” The stranger tilted his head and operated his phone. “You may call me… Puncher.”

The person raised her gun. “You’re lying. Rebecca has no friends.” With a soundless chuckle, the stranger again typed and played an audio message: “I owe her a little favor, and we’re just barely friends. And you, Bloodmint, are someone she considers a friend.”

The person’s face was finally revealed under the camping light.

She was a white woman around 35 years old. She wasn’t especially beautiful, and was even a little hard – there was a grim air about her, and her eyes were cold and dark.

She was in poor condition at the moment; not only was she pale, her thigh was bleeding through her trousers. Even the hand that was holding the gun was shaking.

But she still didn’t put it down. “You’re from the Fraternity!”

The stranger stood up. “If I was with the Fraternity, I would have attacked you by now. Your injuries are pretty bad.” As he spoke, he came closer.

Ignoring her gun, the stranger walked over to her. “Alright, putting up a front won’t help. I’ll treat your injuries for you.”

He then easily wrested her gun from her and dropped it on the side.

His other hand was already supporting the woman called Bloodmint and helping her sit on the platform.

Shocked, Bloodmint was about to attack, when Luke pressed down on her shoulder. “Enough. I had two whole seconds to kill you if I wanted to.”

Bloodmint paused for a moment. Finally, she stopped resisting and asked, “Why aren’t you using your real voice?”

The stranger shrugged and typed again: “And be as high-profile as you? You didn’t even cover your face when you stole the munitions. It’s only a matter of time before LAPD and the FBI track you down.” He then put his phone back in his pocket and gestured for her to be quiet. He quickly cut open her left trouser leg with a knife. Removing the simple bandages on the leg, he shook his head.

This woman was really hardcore.

The massive injury was almost eight centimeters long, and she had actually stapled it back together. Luke’s teeth hurt just looking at it. He searched his backpack, took out some medical supplies and gave her a shot of painkillers first.

A moment later, he started to clean the injury and stitch it up.

He was done in less than ten minutes.

Luke took off his rubber gloves, placed them in a plastic bag, and then put it away in his backpack.

As for the medical supplies, he packed them into a black cloth bag and put it to one side. Then, he typed on his phone: “Keep these for your own use. You can still prepare properly before getting revenge. It’s not like it’s hard to buy medical supplies.”