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

The Lion King's Power Potion trial was a great success.

After Aamir Khan drank the small vial of medicine, he felt a surge of power flowing from his heart to his limbs within seconds.

His arms, shoulders, thighs, chest, and back muscles bulged out, making him look like a bodybuilder who had been training for many years.

Two 50-pound dumbbells twirled in his hands with no more effort than a child holding a rattle.

"[Lion King's Power Potion], increases Strength by 4 points, lasts for one hour."

Lynn silently recited the effects of the potion. In World of Warcraft, this was considered the most basic alchemy potion, and the strength bonus it could provide was only a little over 25% of a level 1 character.

Compared to its next-tier alchemical product, the Ogre Power Potion, which increases strength by 8 points for 1 hour, it is indeed not considered very powerful.

But for a coach who relies on strength, these "mere" 4 points of strength are 25% key to his ability to squeeze out other competitors!

"Mr. Lynn, I feel like I have inexhaustible energy!"

Amir stared at the dumbbell in his hand, speechless.

If it weren't for the fact that he had just taken the dumbbell from his car and it was a training tool he had used for many years, he would have been in trouble.

He seriously wondered if those two guys had deliberately bought foam products from a children's toy store just to trick him!

"Very good, Mr. Amir, next is the drug testing."

People were very satisfied with this, and it seems that alchemical products can indeed shine brightly in this real world.

Then came the long and rigorous drug testing process that Mike had prepared.

"Excellent, Amir. No drug residue was detected. I told you Lynn's stuff is the best. Now you can focus on getting the job you deserve."

Mike patted his old friend on the shoulder happily and handed him another bottle of Lion King's Power Potion made by Lynn.

"Take it before the test, and remember that the effect lasts for only one hour."

"Mike, thank you, and Mr. Lynn too. Thank you for your help. I will make good use of it."

Amir Khan happily took the precious medicine and drove away.

[You have successfully provided the Minotaur Aamir Khan with an alchemical artifact. In your current predicament, your First Aid skill is increased by 10%, your character experience is increased by 10, and your current character level is lv3 232/300].

"Hey, looks like we'll soon have a long-term client. That'll be a huge help to our financial stability... Hmm? Jack, what brings you here? Why are you in such a rush?"

Just as Lynn put the five hundred dollars left by the other party into his pocket, he saw Jack, with messy blond hair, rush into their hut from the fountain square.

"Hey Lynn, Mike, something terrible has happened!"

As soon as Jack entered, he spoke to Lynn in a very terrified tone.

"What's wrong, Jack? What's going on? Has another gang come to Vanguard Square to cause trouble?"

The two frowned, and Mike, who had more street experience, asked first.

"No, it was two guys in black uniforms with 'IRS' written on them who came to the door, asking around if there was a guy named Lynn Clark here!"

"What the fuxk? The IRS is knocking on our door?"

Upon hearing the name, Mike reacted as if he had seen a ghost, covering his head with his hands and screaming in terror.

"IRS? What's that? What do they want with me?"

Lynn didn't know as much about the situation as Mike, so he humbly asked for his advice.

"The IRS! The Internal Revenue Service! They're a bunch of devils, bloodsuckers, one of the things Americans hate most!"

"Do you know what two things no one can escape in America? Death and taxes! In America, no matter how you earn your money, you have to pay taxes! Whether you rob, sell drugs, work as a prostitute, or run a cult... as long as you earn money, you have to pay taxes, otherwise these people will come knocking on your door like vampire bats smelling blood! They even have their own main battle tanks!"

This long, rambling introduction finally made Lynn understand what kind of people these two were and their status in the hearts of the American people.

"No, we're homeless! Homeless people have to pay taxes?"

Lynn just felt that this West University was a bit too crazy.

Even homeless people on the streets who live hand to mouth have to pay taxes to them. Isn't this just as absurd as the ancient government squeezing food out of disaster victims who came to the city to receive relief and making them pay entry taxes?

"There's no way around it, that's just how it is. It seems we've been targeted. Lynn, we have no choice but to pay this money..."

Mike shrugged helplessly.

"Even protection money paid to gangs or tributes paid to the police can be evaded."

"But the IRS? Heh..."

He glanced down at the bag in the corner containing $1, which he had intended to use to pay off Carlos's debts.

I wonder if this money has been recorded by the all-powerful IRS.

"Okay, is that all? I understand, Jack. Thanks for letting me know..."

Lynn took a deep breath and finally managed to mentally prepare herself.

"You're welcome, Lynn. You are the hope of our Fountain Gang, and we all care about you."

Jack nodded and then left their cramped basement.

"Fuxk!"

Mike stomped his foot angrily and cursed loudly.

"We need to spend this money quickly, or hide it so no one sees it, otherwise the tax rate could be as high as 15% to 20%, after all, this is money we earned in a week..."

"Yeah, it seems we'll have to be even more discreet in the future... By the way, any news from Francisco? I'm always hesitant to use this money, afraid that they might come knocking on my door with a bunch of armed men to violently collect the debt."

"Not yet. He said before that it would take some time to contact Perez... but I think we can't just sit and wait. We still need to find a way to strengthen our own capabilities."

Mike placed his hands in front of the small heater to warm them, gently rubbing them together.

"You can't get by in America without weapons. I think it's time for us to arm ourselves a little, otherwise we'll be fish on a chopping block if someone comes to surround and attack us."

"That makes sense, Mike. Let's try to get some guns then. We really need to have a backup plan in case things don't go well with his side."

Lynn nodded in agreement with Mike's suggestion.

I am indeed a warlock, but the few skills I currently possess are not decisive skills that can quickly kill enemies or cause large-scale damage.

In the event of a truly dangerous situation, or if one is surrounded and attacked, modern weapons are still a more direct and convenient option.