I work as a sorcerer in the US, and my side hustle is building Gundams.

Lynn couldn't think of a solution for the time being.

But then he suddenly remembered a novel he had read on a certain online platform, which contained a similar solution.

"I want to let you go now and spare your lives, but I'm afraid you'll retaliate later."

He let the black mist swirl around his hands and said to the two of them with a helpless expression.

"Why don't you give me some advice on what I should do so that you won't turn around and surround me with your men?"

"Shall we offer suggestions?"

Geller and Vincent exchanged a glance, both feeling somewhat incredulous.

But now, their lives are in the hands of this mysterious and terrifying man.

"I'll give you one minute. If you still can't come up with a solution, then I'm out of ideas, and you'll see each other again in hell."

Lynn threw out a harsh remark and made a helpless pursed-lip gesture.

"I know! I've got it!"

Less than half a minute later, Vincent's eyes lit up and he shouted.

"That's possible! We'll tell you a secret about the police department. If we go back on our word later, you can reveal this secret! That way, not only will we be fired for a huge mistake, but we might even be charged with a serious crime and thrown in jail!"

Lynn raised an eyebrow, the black mist at his fingertips still swirling, a hint of amusement in his eyes:

"Secrets of the police station? Tell me, and if they're not compelling enough, you won't be leaving this room today."

Vincent swallowed hard, glanced at the pale-faced Geller, and gritted his teeth, saying:

"Warehouse number 33 at the Lycia Wharf in the west of the city is where the deputy sheriff of the department colludes with smuggler Blitz to smuggle goods into the country every Wednesday night! We two are his henchmen, specifically in charge of handling this matter for him. We even have scanned copies of his ledgers for receiving bribes and photos of the originals!"

"What the hell, Vincent, are you crazy?"

Geller tugged at Vincent's arm, but was violently shoved away!

Vincent stared intently into Lynn's eyes, his words sincere and earnest:

"We've hidden the scanned documents in a safe place, but the photos are in a hidden folder on our phones. I can show them to you right now! If we dare to betray us, you can have someone you trust hand over the ledgers to the media... That way, the deputy sheriff will tear us apart first, and we won't dare to cause you any trouble!"

"See, reading more books really does have its benefits..."

Lynn turned to Mike and boasted, nodding in satisfaction. He had admired the protagonist's wisdom in letting others figure things out on their own when he watched "Firepower," and he never expected to actually use it in real life today!

The black mist at Lynn's fingertips slowly dissipated. He stepped forward, raised his hand, and patted Vincent's cheek, the force light yet carrying an undeniable pressure.

"Very good, your quick thinking saved your own lives. But remember, this is not a deal, it's something you owe me. From today onwards, you two are my men. Report any disturbances in the police station to me immediately."

After delivering the heavy blows, you still have to offer a sweet treat; that's the way a boss should conduct himself.

So he then said to the other person:

"But being my underlings also has its benefits. If you ever get poisoned or suffer an incurable injury, you can come to me."

He turned and pointed to Mike next to him.

"See? My reputation as a witch doctor isn't just for show. Mike was beaten up like that by you guys, but after my treatment, he's back to his energetic self!"

Only then did the two men turn their gaze to Mike, who should have been dead long ago but was now sitting to the side as if nothing had happened, their eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment!

Geller stood there stunned, but Vincent was the first to react, nodding vigorously and hurriedly!

"Yes, yes, boss! With a powerful witch doctor like you by our side, we can be much more confident as police officers! We won't have to put up with the deputy sheriff's attitude anymore, and we won't be forced to do all sorts of dirty work! We'd be more than happy to be your underlings!"

Geller also came to his senses and echoed in agreement:

"Yes, yes, yes! From now on, we'll follow you, boss. We'll go wherever you tell us to go, and we'll do whatever you tell us to do!"

Lynn looked at the two of them, who were so subservient, and a satisfied sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

The two police stations were just the right pawns for him to pave the way and smooth things over.

The two men knew that getting close to a ruthless figure like him was far better than following a corrupt deputy police chief. They each got what they wanted, but he held their lives in his hands.

After Vincent sent the photos from his phone to Lynn, he waved to indicate that they could leave.

……

Not to mention the look that Geller and Vincent exchanged after they left, their eyes filled with relief and awe.

In the cramped basement, Mike's gaze toward Lynn was now more devout than before!

Lynn knew that this guy's friendliness towards him had changed from respect to admiration, and was now developing towards worship.

He touched his chest in disbelief; the spot where he had been shot had completely healed, leaving only a shallow, round scar.

"Lynn, holy shit, you've really become a god!"

"Hey Lynn, Mike! Are you guys alright? We just saw two cops come in, and we heard two gunshots!"

Just as the two relaxed, they suddenly saw Lily and Jack rush in!

"Oh my God, Mike, why are you bleeding from your chest? Were you shot?"

Jack immediately spotted Mike lying on the ground covered in blood and rushed over to check on him.

"Yes, I was shot. I almost died just now. Lynn saved me."

Jack was also Mike's good friend, and he didn't try to hide anything from his own people.

"No way, you got shot, and you're still jumping around like this? Lynn, when did you get this kind of ability?"

"Just now. Danbalaloa enlightened me and taught me the magic of how to quickly heal people from serious injuries."

To solidify his image in everyone's eyes, Lynn shifted the blame to the Voodoo Cult.

"I see, I see. Lynn, you're truly a chosen witch doctor. If Jennifer had held on a little longer until you came back, she wouldn't have died. Ah, I shouldn't have brought that up. By the way, someone was looking for you over at the square just now."

"Someone's looking for me? Who is it?"

Exhausted, I propped myself up and bent down to brush the dust off my clothes and trousers.

"A young man from our neighborhood, a Black man named Michelle, not a homeless person."

"Oh? What's he here for? To treat his poisoning, or to have me help him with spiritual communication?"

"No, he said he recently encountered something that he found strange and creepy, but he had no one to ask for advice."

Lily stroked her chin, trying her best to recall the client's identity and circumstances.

"I just happened to hear that we have a witch doctor here. He and his father are devout Voodoo believers, so I thought I'd come and ask you about him."