“Don’t sleep,” Lu Tuo patted her face, “Stay alert, I have something to tell you.” “Then tell me,” she responded lazily. “Don’t speak today; let me handle it,” Lu Tuo bit her ear, “Our business has nothing to do with you.” Dong Qin made a sound of acknowledgment.
Lu Tuo continued, regardless of her reaction, “I think the best people Lu Jinghao can invite are probably the likes of Margherita or Jack Yang… not much to fear. But I’m worried someone from the organization might be stirring things up.”
Dong Qin said softly, “An arms trafficking organization has such strict levels?” Lu Tuo suddenly laughed, “Who told you it’s an arms trafficking organization? Did you guess that yourself?” “Oh, then what is it? The mafia? Human trafficking? Or an assassination organization?” Dong Qin asked casually, as Lu Tuo wiped her legs, she played with her hair. Lu Tuo paused, whispering, “None of those, but all of them. Arms trafficking is just one department within the organization. There’s also drug trafficking, running casinos, and laundering money through private banks. In short, we jokingly call the organization the dark side of society; any criminal activity you can think of, if there’s money in it, we do it. Several of Lu Jinghao’s private banks are specifically for money laundering, and I’m a technical staff member specializing in gun design.”
Dong Qin said, “Oh, father and son working together, it’s convenient. He noticed your mechanical talent, he’s quite attentive.” Lu Tuo’s face turned cold, “When I was two, he had countless technicians teaching me. The first thing I learned wasn’t how to use chopsticks, but how to disassemble a gun.” “Don’t you like designing guns?” Dong Qin recalled the first time she entered Lu Tuo’s room, the floor covered with design drawings. How to put it… it was an ocean of guns. Someone not interested in these things wouldn’t let them invade their life.
Lu Tuo set her leg down, “Yes, I like mechanical things. Ever since I designed my first modified small rocket launcher at thirteen, I was drawn in by Lu Jinghao. But that was inevitable.” He laughed, lifting her up, as the shower head poured hot water over them, washing their bodies. “I can only design these killing weapons; apart from this, I can’t find another path.”
