Rebirth Of The Godly Prodigal

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Chapter 421: Target, Hong Dali
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

"Oh? That's really good news..." Lucifer, who looked approximately 23 to 24 years old, didn't even turn his head around, as he concentrated on playing his game. The guard which had come to notify him of his freedom didn't dare to move around and waited for him to finish playing his game.

This wait took a full 20 minutes.

Finally, Lucifer won and closed his game in satisfaction, then he slowly turned his body around.

An unforgettable face with just one look at it.

His forehead was wide and full, his nose bridge was high and straight, his gaze was full of vigor like a lightning flash, and a part which left an especially deep impression was a long and black wing-like birthmark on his right cheek. Coupled with a cynical smile and an attractive golden hair, his entire person was full of a devilish charisma.

"I remember that the last time you all came to notify me, you said that you wanted me to do some things for you." Lucifer crossed his legs and smiled. "I think now it's time for me to know what is it, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Lucifer." The guard, Snow, respectfully said, "Please follow me."

"Ohh, understood, looks like today is really a good day. After I get out, perhaps I should celebrate." Lucifer roared with laughter and stood up. He was taller than ordinary people, about 1.85 meters tall. His shoulders, especially, were much broader than normal, and he totally didn't have the weakly feeling of those geeks that stayed in here every day.

"Mr. Lucifer has gained freedom, that naturally needs to be celebrated." Snow flattered. "May I know whether Mr. Lucifer has any good suggestions to guide me a little?"

"Don't bet on ball games." Lucifer insipidly said, "You know I've always hated it."

"O... OK!"

After bringing Lucifer to Horace's office, the guard directly took his phone out and made a call. "Hey, Harris. Listen, Lucifer has clearly said not to bet on ball games. He hates it! For the time being, don't bet on any ball game, no matter what it is, do you hear me!"

"Oh, God!" The person at the other end of the call exclaimed, "Tonight is Chivas Team vs Mosgow Team. I've just prepared to bet 50,000 dollars on it! Chivas Team is sure to win. Brother, do we give up just like that?"

"Nonsense, are you not heeding what Lucifer has said!" The guard anxiously said, "Have you forgotten about the previous time? If you place the bet, you'll definitely lose badly!"

"O... OK!"

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"Ah, Mr. Lucifer. Hello." Upon seeing Lucifer Vincent Iverson entering the room, Horace instantly went forward to embrace him. He smiled and said, "Previously, I've made Mr. Lucifer suffer and stay there for a period of time. I'm really sorry."

"It's alright." After embracing, Lucifer found himself a place to sit as he behaved extremely at ease. He took a drink, opened it, and drank a mouthful. Then, he smiled and said, "A salary of 5 million every year, with the best computer and internet to let me play games. I'm still rather satisfied with this."

"Yes yes yes." Towards Lucifer, Horace needed to be cautious., "Today, upon inviting Mr. Lucifer out, we have one target." As he spoke, he took out a picture of Hong Dali. Pointing at the picture, he said, "It's this person. He's called Hong Dali, a very talented young man who has recently risen in Heavenly State. A prodigal who has hold of rather advanced technology. In order to avoid the future, possible threats he might pose towards our Merika, so, we need you, Mr. Lucifer, to make your move. Later, we'll pass you the specific details about him." Speaking up to this point, Horace solemnly said, "Get rid of him!"