America? No, it's the warp!

"If I had known sooner, I could have arranged a spare house for you."

"But now, the 'Crippled Gang' raided my Yezi specialty store a few days ago, causing me to lose a lot of money, and I had to sell my house to make ends meet..."

Eddie spoke through gritted teeth, wishing he could go out right now, grab a few of the cripples, and tear off a piece of their flesh.

"So the mastermind behind Jade is the Blood Gang. That explains why Lanny and his men were willing to keep watch for free."

"It's alright, Eddie, I have a tent to stay in now, you don't need to worry about me."

Since that's what they've said, what can Logan say?

"I'm so sorry, brother..."

Eddie sighed again, then changed the subject.

"Huh? You came to see me today because you want to join the Blood Gang?"

Logan originally wanted to make a deal with this Blood Gang boss he had never met.

The Blood Gang provided some necessary assistance, and he stepped in to take down the bitch's lover.

But now, the plans have changed.

He needs help, but so does Eddie.

It's better to let the other party bring it up; that way, you can gain more benefits.

Eddie knew perfectly well that his wife had kicked him out of the house.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Eddie, but no, my opinion remains the same: joining a gang is not the life I want."

I just want to know why the Blood Gang boss would care about a white man like me.

Now that I know, it's all right.

Logan stood up.

"Thank you for your attention, Eddie. It's getting late, so I won't bother you any longer."

He didn't mention that he needed help, made no requests, or even mentioned the life-saving grace from years ago.

The bet is that the other party will lose their temper first.

Or perhaps you're betting that the other person still remembers the kindness shown to you by the original owner.

He walked to the door, opened it, and stuck one foot outside.

"Wait! Don't go yet!"

Eddie shouted,

"I'm not forcing you to join the Blood Gang, but you saved my life back then, and I have to repay you."

Logan pulled back his left foot, which had already stepped out, and closed the door again.

Eddie pulled a red bronze medal from the cabinet; its design was intricate and did not belong to any type of American military.

"This is a medal I made myself. With it, all the Blood Gang members in the entire Vanguard Square will treat you like me."

Whatever kind of help you need, they will do their best to lend a hand.

Logan took the medal, glanced at it briefly, and then stuffed it into his jacket pocket.

"You just gave me something this important like that?"

"Of course, you saved my life!"

Eddie's eyes were brimming with tears as he spoke; he truly wanted to mend the rift in their comradeship.

But it didn't work on Logan.

The original owner of this body is already dead, having died on the first cold, rainy night in Seattle.

"Okay, thank you, I'm leaving now."

He turned and left without pausing.

This attempt to dissuade him did not lead him to the door.

"Logan! Looks like a year on the streets has taught you a lot."

Eddie didn't try to show any more camaraderie; instead, he sat back down on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

"Please sit down. I have something I want to discuss with you."

He invited Logan again, as if he were inviting a business partner.

"Of course, the streets are a good place to grow, and they can make people more driven by self-interest."

Logan sat back on the sofa and continued,

"Those who didn't die were all dead some night, and then Lanny put them in the hearse."

"Hehe... those are just some small business deals."

Eddie exhaled a long puff of smoke. "I know you don't smoke tobacco, so I won't offer you one."

"I meant it when I gave you that badge."

Logan raised an eyebrow and met Eddie's frank gaze.

The other party admitted it.

He admitted to investigating Logan, admitted knowing that Logan had long been homeless, and admitted that he had neglected Logan.

That badge is a token of apology.

But that's all there is to it.

That's how it is in America. If you want me to repay a life-saving debt, you have to be useful to me first.

Useless people should just die on some cold, rainy night.

So it's not that Logan didn't want to talk about friendship with him, but rather that talking about friendship with someone who only cares about interests would be a loss.

We must get him to offer benefits.

"So, what do you want to discuss?"

Logan is straightforward and direct. He only talks about deals, so why does he keep trying to bring up friendship?

A cunning black man.

"It's still that robbery case. The police have caught one person, but they still have no clue about the rest."

"I've found out the approximate location of the remaining three, but I don't want to tell those incompetent cops. If they weren't so useless, how could the Crippled Gang have so easily raided my leaf shop?"

"At the same time, their location is outside the Blood Gang's control area, and my men cannot all be mobilized to capture them."

Logan nodded and asked:

"So you want me to go? Why me? How am I supposed to infiltrate someone else's territory and kidnap their people?"

"No, the three of them are hiding separately. One is in the sewers north of Pioneer Square, one is hiding in Chinatown to the east, and the other is hiding in a house in the city center owned by the Cripples. There is no one else with him. The Cripples are dealing with the police harassment right now and don't have time to deal with them."

Eddie explained in detail,

"As for why it was you."

His eyes deepened, as if he were recalling something profound.

"You were the most combat-skilled among that batch of new recruits. When that suicide bomber ran over, you kicked him six meters away, then pulled me along and ran for dozens of meters, barely managing to avoid the most intense blast zone."

"I think you can take down any of the cripples in 3 seconds."

If it goes on for too long, one kick will knock you unconscious.

This time, Eddie offered more substantial benefits.

"If you bring all three of them to me, I'll give you 2% of the shares in my Yezi specialty store for each of them, how about it?"

Logan is weighing his options.

Although capturing these three people would be beneficial to him, and although he was confident he could succeed, was the price tempting enough?

"That store has a net profit of $9 a month."

Eddie added.

That's a monthly dividend of $5400!

"A real treat! It would take me a whole month of work, selling 27 Zirans, to earn that much!"

Logan showed no emotion.

"Are they worth all this?"

Eddie shook his head:

"Of course it's not worth it, but this matter will seriously damage the reputation of our Blood Gang in the underworld. I hope you can bring them all over within three days."

"In addition, this can be considered as my way of making amends to you."

"Alright! I will bring these three people here one by one within three days."

With so much money involved, Logan readily accepted the deal.

With these shares, he will have a solid backing.

Any industry in America can collapse, but Leaf Store won't, because it's a legitimate major taxpayer.

"Speaking of which, Eddie, how did you become the boss of the Blood Gang?"

Eddie smiled, a gold tooth in his mouth gleaming in the firelight.

"Just apply half the same ruthlessness you show to Middle Easterners."