Logically speaking, after three days of high-intensity work with less than three hours of sleep per day...
Luca should look haggard and at least feel physically exhausted.
However, perhaps because this body was still young, or simply due to the excitement of crafting a finished product for the first time...
Luca actually felt surprisingly energetic.
But just as he was about to test the newly manufactured "Maintenance Support Mecha" with Haro...
Shamila's voice came from outside the underground laboratory.
"Master, breakfast is ready. You're not planning to eat in the lab, are you?"
Shamila's voice got closer as she spoke.
Luca paused for a moment, then immediately ran over to open the door for her.
Looking back at the completed mecha.
No rush.
So he said directly to Shamila.
"Let's go, eat upstairs."
After speaking, the yawning Luca turned back to look at Haro, still sitting on the support mecha, and called out softly.
"Let's go, Haro. Come along~"
Hearing this, Haro, originally connected to the support mecha, immediately flapped its pair of ears and extended two short arms, pushing slightly against the connecting parts on both sides.
Then, with a pop.
Like pulling a carrot, the orange Haro yanked itself out of the mecha's "cockpit."
Subsequently, it hopped over to Luca's side.
And... headbutted his knee again.
"Idiot Luca! Idiot Luca!"
"Cockpit too small! Cockpit too small!"
Looking at the orange Haro angrily ramming his knee, Luca chose to ignore it and strode towards the stairs.
In fact, this wasn't the first time Luca had made such a "minor error" during the mecha's construction over the past few days.
If Haro hadn't been observing and reminding him constantly, whether this work could even be completed would have been questionable.
So, Luca was already used to being criticized occasionally by Haro, this "strict teacher."
Shamila, on the other hand, looked strangely at the spherical robot hopping after Luca, then glanced at the chaotic mess inside the laboratory.
She thought curiously.
When the young master invented those little gadgets before, it didn't seem this complicated? And it took so long this time?
Could this pet toy ball be some kind of amazing invention?
Although puzzled, Shamila wasn't overly curious by nature.
Moreover, she didn't know much about inventions and creation, so she simply followed Luca upstairs silently.
Arriving at the dining room, Luca saw the table was mostly empty.
He turned and asked Shamila puzzledly.
"Where are the others?"
Shamila, still distracted, replied immediately.
"Shield Mountain took Green Bull and Wrench to exchange the bonds and gold bars collected from... Kingpin into cash."
When mentioning Kingpin, Shamila intentionally lowered her voice.
But Luca didn't mind.
As for the gold bars and bonds Shamila mentioned, they referred to the items she found in that room after killing Kingpin.
However, Luca only had time to examine them carefully after returning.
Besides the gold bars and bearer bonds, which were likely Kingpin's rainy-day fund...
The most important item was a USB drive containing blackmail material on the corrupt NYPD officers and officials bribed by Kingpin.
It contained substantial dirt on nearly a hundred people, ranging from city councilors and district judges to police detectives and prison guards.
In hindsight, Luca felt the data in this USB drive might be far more important than the 10% shares he originally wanted.
However, Luca hadn't figured out how to use this resource yet.
After all, this was "blackmail material." While useful, using it would likely offend a group of "big shots" involved.
For now, Luca could only seal this data away as a trump card.
Back to the dining table.
After explaining the whereabouts of Shield Mountain and the others, Shamila hesitated for a moment and didn't continue.
Luca looked at her in surprise but quickly understood.
Recalling the meals together in the past few days...
Thresh buried his face in his plate without looking up, terrified of anyone noticing his socially anxious eating.
And Longbow laid out his meal, raising a red wine glass in self-pity.
Presumably, without other teammates present, these two probably weren't willing to dine with him.
So... do all capable guys have some quirks?
Luca shook his head amusedly and sat down helplessly to eat with Shamila.
Seeing this, Haro rolled around on the floor boredly.
"Eat! Eat!"
Ignoring the little thing having fun by itself, Luca picked up the remote control on the table and turned on the morning news.
As the TV screen lit up, the sweet voice of the news anchor rushed out, laden with tension.
"In recent days, the riots in Midtown and the West Side of New York City have continued, and the spiraling situation is spreading to all of Manhattan at a speed visible to the naked eye!"
Terror was written on the anchor's exquisitely made-up face as the camera cut to a street scene filled with thick smoke.
"Following the attack with alien weapons on the Fifth Avenue bank yesterday, the dome of the Chase branch on Wall Street was blasted open by heavy firepower this morning. In just five days, three major bank robberies have occurred consecutively. Thugs wielding alien weapons are threatening the safety of New Yorkers at every moment!"
"In the three armed robberies so far! Seven innocent citizens have left us forever!"
"Yet in this situation, a vicious incident of a white police officer shooting a black citizen occurred in Midtown!"
The image froze on a black man lying on the ground after being shot. The news anchor leaned forward, her tone full of accusation.
"I ask City Hall! While thugs are armed to the teeth with alien technology, what are our police doing?"
"Now! I can't help but ask on behalf of those innocent citizens! NYPD! Are you protectors or creators of chaos?!"
The voice on the TV paused slightly. The anchor panted angrily a few times before continuing.
"Next, let's connect with a survivor of the Chase branch robbery. From this..."
The voice continued, and the image switched to an outdoor interview.
However, Luca and Shamila, who were eating, looked at each other in confusion.