CHAPTER 1201: CHAPTER 168 THE PILGRIM’S SOUL (FINAL CHAPTER)_5

Cheng always manages to withstand the pressure from Nanxi and marches to victory. He’s dominating the headlines as America’s new Prince Consort, Wolf, relying solely on his own strength.

Cheng is very wealthy, but instead of worrying about being devoured by others, it’s the others who have to worry about being targeted by him.

"You’re right, being able to follow him is already my good fortune."

Eris is no mayfly, but he knows that Cheng is indeed as imposing as the heavens.

Suppressing Wolf, controlling Niusen, crushing the Great Commander, confronting Nanxi, in what is the strongest empire humanity has ever known, America, Cheng has, step by step, reached the edge of supreme power.

"Hahaha, you, Eris, are just too smart. Sometimes, being a bit foolish would serve you better.

Gru is also very smart. Initially, he was just a Black Police officer, and now, what he desires is even beyond what Chan can offer him."

Lisa is unaware of Cheng’s previous plan to kill Gru to help Jax rise, so she looks down upon Gru’s current betrayal of Cheng.

"I think he’s not smart; he’s too greedy and lacks awe!"

Eris performed with great involvement, almost cursing outright, but considering Lisa is a woman, he restrained his urge to exaggerate too much.

"So, it all goes back to my advice to you, Chan gave you a good opportunity, you need to seize it, he doesn’t lack people under him."

The blonde girl doesn’t understand Cheng’s ambition, but there’s no way she and Cheng can part ways now.

In this world, there’s no second man willing to give her a car company as a toy.

Of course, that’s just the smallest bond between them.

More than that, there are things Lisa doesn’t want to think about.

As she says to Eris, sometimes being too smart isn’t good.

"Of course, but Lisa, now my primary service object is you.

Chan sent me over, gave me the title of advisor to the embassy in China, just to solve your problems!"

Loyalty!

Cheng is the big brother, Lisa is the woman of the big brother, Eris knows his position well.

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San Rodolfo, Joel Research Institute, the California Elephant Party is having another team building.

As a legitimate force, a well-known faction in the American political scene, the team-building activities of the California Elephant Party are quite highbrow.

Joel Research Institute invites the world’s leading scholars in social sciences at regular intervals, to share their cutting-edge research, providing a recharge for the members of the California Elephant Party (excluding Cheng and others).

Gently pushing open the side door of the conference hall, the late Benny glanced at those already present.

Noticing his usual slacking partner Gru sitting in the front row today, his eyes narrowed, and instinctively doubted and confirmed it again.

Indeed.

Cheng and Mi’er were sitting in the middle, with Mr. Chairman separated by the old Crusoe, but Wolf was whispering with his new wife.

Gru, that dog, was sitting to the left of Cheng, in the leftmost front row.

No way, buddy?

How much did you eat?

Drank this much?

After taking several deep breaths, Benny started looking for a new slacking partner.

Looking around, he found that Kevin, who rarely comes, also showed up today.

So, he gently walked over to this old acquaintance, sat down, and slacked off with this unpopular congressman.

"Benny?"

McCarthy was somewhat surprised, having at most an acquaintance relationship with Benny, he didn’t expect Benny to sit with him.

"Mr. Kevin, I’ve been having a headache recently, sigh." Benny said with a distressed face.

"What’s the matter?" Kevin asked cautiously.

As a seasoned politician, his senses are sharper than a dog’s, instantly feeling that Benny approached with a purpose.

"It’s still about the private prison, the Black Caucus in The House has been causing a fuss, what do they really want?"

As the primary promoter and person in charge of the private prison project, Benny takes great care of his work.

"Just let them be, don’t worry, let them make noise, they can’t stir up any waves."

Benny’s eyes glinted, lowering his voice, using a conspiratorial tone, he said.

"Mr. Kevin, I mean, if they have any conditions, we can spend some money to grease some palms, as long as they shut up.

If you ask me, this matter still needs you to handle it, you’re the congressman in our California Elephant Party who understands the Black Caucus the best."

In terms of bipartisan cooperation, Kevin is indeed skilled, but the key point in Benny’s words is ’spending some money to smooth things out—You handle it’.

Highlight, this is a two-man invitation.

Commissioner Smith, kick off the greed!

"This..."

Kevin quietly glanced at the bigwigs in the front row, touched his right hand, feeling a bit hesitant.

To take or not to take, that’s the question.

"Huh? What’s wrong with your hand?"

Benny only then noticed Kevin’s right hand, which had been discreetly tucked by his side, wrapped with a bandage!

Kevin McCarthy awkwardly replied.

"A few days ago, the esteemed Chan went to meet Mr. Charles, and I happened to accompany them hunting and got slightly injured."

"Mr. Charles Koch?" Benny was very surprised.

This news is interesting, quite interesting.

"Yes, Mr. Koch." Kevin nodded, showing a slight sense of pride.

This meeting, he arranged for Cheng, after all, he is an old hand.

"He’s over seventy, right? Still hunting?" Benny puzzled.

Hunting is a young man’s sport, to hunt with a seventy-year-old man.

No, should say to hunt with a robust elderly man, is it appropriate?