My American magical life
Chapter 1138: 147: Cut him into mince and eat him clean, bite by bite! _3

Chapter 1138: Chapter 147: Cut him into mince and eat him clean, bite by bite! _3

Benny was dumbfounded.

“How much did you bet?”

“Ten dollars, if he dies within a week. Do you think I should wear a white dress to better match this necklace?”

“My dear, next time I’ll get you a ruby. Rubies go better with a white dress.”

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After greeting Gru, Benny sat down next to the sheriff.

Now, Black Cop Brother also donned a long robe, transitioning from a thug to a manager.

At the regular exchange meeting of the Joel Research Institute, as a manager of West State Logistics, Cheng always called him over to cleanse his brain with knowledge, updating Black Cop’s software.

“Just got back from Washington D.C.?” Gru asked.

“Yes, do you know Hutter, the deputy director? He’s quite the sensation in Washington D.C. now.”

Benny cynically commented.

Hutter stirred up trouble with Will, and poor Benny had to work overtime.

“Yeah, yeah.”

Gru just agreed without saying much.

He realized he was still different from Benny. Benny didn’t know how much pressure Cheng’s faction was under, so he could comment on the situation freely.

But from Gru’s perspective, it was already precarious.

The thing he most anticipated, Burns’ betrayal against Lake, ended up in shambles.

Those bastards completely ignored Burns’ self-destruction, pretending nothing happened, and media uniformly chose to remain silent.

The two men stopped conversing, silently watching the researcher on stage give a high-minded lecture.

“…. The level of political power is directly proportional to the wealth one holds within this system.

Given that one percent of America’s wealthy own ninety percent of the wealth, one can deduce that American politics is entirely controlled by big capitalists.

However, this system does not necessarily mean backwardness or inefficiency; society itself is composed of those who hold wealth. Only by taking care of the interests of the majority of wealthy individuals can America’s politics remain stable and enduring.”

“Damn bitch!” Gru cursed.

“We are the one percent, Gru,” Benny reminded him with a chuckle.

Gru, newly wealthy after years of poverty, still couldn’t shake off the mentality of the underclass.

“Stop, next one!”

Temir didn’t want to listen to this target-hitting nonsense pretending to be constructive. She preferred opinions with substance rather than sucking up for funding.

But this seemed to be the last speaker of the day, and seeing Cheng and Wolf preparing to leave, Benny hurriedly followed them.

Gru went to find Mi’er.

“Burns followed our plan and initiated a betrayal against Lake, but the situation doesn’t look optimistic. They chose to ignore Burns’ accusations.”

Gasetti, that bastard, knew how to leverage advantages. As one of the Democratic Party leaders on the West Coast, he had spoken with the relevant West Coast media, and Burns’ self-destruction didn’t stir even a ripple!

Temir furrowed her brow, glanced at Cheng who had already left, and casually replied to Gru.

“We don’t have time for LAPD matters now, Gru. Just ensure West State continues regular operations. The rest depends on the results from Washington D.C.”

Black Cop Brother wanted to continue the discussion, but Temir left straight away.

The conflict at the San Rodolfo level was just a derivative of the battle between the California Elephant Party and the Democratic Party, a secondary battlefield.

In Mi’er’s view, if they could achieve victory at a higher level of dimension, the matters of San Rodolfo would be as simple as cutting through melons and vegetables.

Moreover, Cheng planned to keep Gasetti as a tool, using the enemy’s presence to limit Wolf’s expansion.

This kind of thing couldn’t be clearly explained to Gru.

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“Alright, a quick decision is good. The sooner the wedding is done, the easier it will be for us.”

Cheng wouldn’t reject Wolf’s request to have the wedding soon.

After all, with Will still in Hutter’s hands, Cheng had the upper hand. Once Wolf’s wedding was over, many issues could be intervened with using the Great Commander’s power.

“Be my best man by then, hahaha,” Wolf invited Cheng.

The two key figures discussed no conspiracy or power, appearing to be warm friends.

“Better not, you can ask Benny — he’s still single now, hahaha!”

Cheng pointed at Benny, teasingly.

Everyone knew that Benny, due to multiple divorces, was on the verge of bankruptcy from burst coins, caught in a cycle of relentless sustainability.

Having been teased by the leader, Benny could only muster an awkward yet polite smile.

“I’m heading off, keep in touch.”

Without even glancing at Benny, Wolf bid a simple farewell to Cheng before getting into the car.

After confirming that Cheng needed his marriage alliance with the Great Commander’s family as support, Wolf realized Cheng’s vulnerability — “I worried for nothing.”

Because Cheng had shown weakness in front of the Great Commander before, now in front of Cheng, Wolf felt a strange sense of compensation.

Dude, your toughness is only in your words, right?

The two shared a love-hate relationship, previously both afraid like Ma Jian confronting a wolf, but now Wolf wasn’t scared.

In this round, you still can’t do without my support!

“Did you notice he doesn’t care about you at all?”

Cheng Daqi squinted his eyes, saying coldly.

“Yes, I’m just a minor player…”

Benny was somewhat terrified, no, extremely terrified.

Wolf wasn’t ignoring Benny; he had already begun to disregard Cheng.

Benny, being smart, clearly understood what that meant.