America? No, it's the warp!

I really want to know the truth now...

The fact that they couldn't recognize Logan was definitely due to the power of Slaanesh.

They witnessed the corpse trade at the time, and then added some unfounded speculation.

Given Logan's previous confident assertions, the two of them began to believe that Logan was a big shot in some Blood Gang.

In a gang that is almost entirely composed of black people, there is a white person. Without some kind of background, how could he get in?

Now that we know the reason, there's no need to keep pretending.

"Please take this tobacco and enjoy it."

Taking advantage of the opportunity to stuff the tobacco into Jonah's breast pocket, Logan subtly reached his right hand towards Jonah's neck, simultaneously summoning his monomolecular combat knife and bringing it to the brink of death.

"Don't move, this knife doesn't have eyes."

Jonali landed and raised his hands, failing to hold the half-smoked cigarette in his mouth:

"Hey, hey! Calm down, bro! We don't want your cigarettes, why are you doing this?!"

"Calm down! We're the Blood Gang boss's underlings, you know the consequences of killing him!" Sean quickly removed the half-smoked cigarette from his mouth and tried his best to dissuade him.

"Oh? Really? I don't remember having two underlings like you?"

Logan had stopped standing up straight and was now half a head taller than Jonah, making his imposing gaze even more oppressive.

"What?"

The two were both taken aback, then spoke in unison, and then carefully examined Logan's face, trying to find some evidence to prove that their guess was wrong.

"You two idiots! We last met less than two hours ago! You don't recognize me after I washed my face!" Logan cursed at the two black men, his knife not shifting an inch.

"You're Logan!" Sean was so shocked that he dropped his cigarette.

"You're so handsome!" Jonah seemed to have forgotten that he still had a knife to his neck.

Logan frowned and shook his head. He sheathed his combat knife, pretending to place it at his waist before retrieving it from the system, and then asked:

"Tell me, when did I take you two as my underlings?"

Once Jonah was out of danger, he kept moving closer to the wall, eventually standing in the corner with his head down and not saying a word, but he kept glancing at his companion.

It goes without saying that it must have been Sean's idea.

"Hehehe, that's how it is, Boss Logan..."

He forced a smile, rubbed his hands together, and said in a fawning manner, "We were blind before, we didn't know you were really from the Blood Gang. Please don't mind us, just ignore us."

"Fine, so you guys just want to make some money. But what does that have to do with becoming my underlings?"

This moment is exactly the same as just now, only the two poles have been reversed.

"Hehehehe, we also want to join the Blood Gang and be your underlings... but we had a grudge before, so we'll help you check out your territory and stuff first... hehehe."

Sean became even more obsequious, like a fox begging for scraps.

"Act first, report later?"

"If we clarify things now, they'll definitely tell Lenny that I've refused multiple times before, but now I'm using the Blood Gang's name to do things, which will cause unnecessary trouble."

"Let's continue pretending, but make sure they keep this a secret until the time is right."

"Besides, Lanny's older brother in the Blood Gang is paying close attention to me, and we'll likely have more contact in the future. I'll just find an opportunity to introduce them both to the gang."

"Come here, you two."

Logan beckoned to the two Black men, then put his arm around their shoulders and whispered, "You all know I'm white, and a white man joining the Bloods is something that easily attracts attention, so it's a secret within the entire Bloods. Even Lenny doesn't know how I got in. You know what I mean?"

"We understand! We'll keep this secret to ourselves!" Jonah wasn't very bright, but he was quick to speak.

"We promise not to mention this to anyone, not even if they are members of the Blood Gang!" Sean conveyed the same message.

"Very good." Logan patted the two of them on the shoulder. "Also, don't tell anyone that you're my underlings. Just act like ordinary acquaintances. I'll introduce you to Lenny when the time is right."

"Okay!" The two were thrilled. Joining the Bloods was a way for lower-class blacks to rise in status.

"I have some things to attend to now, so let's part ways here."

After saying that, Logan picked up another portion of food and quickly left the alley without looking at the two men's reactions.

[Task complete: Waaagh?]

You successfully intimidated two green-skinned orcs with a combat knife.

[Reward: +20 Merit Points]

They were so impressed by your power that they were even willing to join the Imperial Astral Army and become honorable warriors who uphold the Emperor's truth.

[Reward: +20 Merit Points]

The simplest way to solve a problem is indeed with fists or knives.

[Reward: Khorne +1]

[Received Khorne's Blessing: Peak of Power]

Peak Strength: Your muscles will return to their peak physical condition.

As Logan walked along the road, he suddenly felt an energy flowing through his body, circulating repeatedly, and wherever it passed, there was a very obvious feeling of expansion.

It's like it's growing and filling up.

He leaned against the wall, bracing himself, clenching his fists, enduring the indescribable pain.

Several tens of seconds later, the rampant energy gradually dissipated, leaving only a lingering throbbing pain as proof that it had been there.

'The Blood God's power is truly formidable; it seems his strength has increased this time.'

"But the system identified Jonah Shaw as a green-skinned orc willing to join the Astral Army, that's ridiculous."

After holding out for so long, Logan was starting to feel hungry. He picked up the food bag and tore it open gently.

The force that used to only tear a small opening has now torn it completely open.

'It seems this stat increase is in strength.'

He continuously contracted his flexible muscles, feeling the power within them.

It seems I've reverted to my pre-homeless state.

He found a shop on the street and checked his appearance through the glass window to see if it had changed.

"Hmm... the work clothes that I couldn't fill out at all before feel much fuller now. The change isn't huge, but I'll need to add more layers."

Another gust of cold wind swept in, and Logan shivered again, only then remembering what he was supposed to do.

He quickly finished the free food, returned to the self-service laundry room, and put his washed clothes into the dryer.

"Damn! $8 for an hour of baking? That's highway robbery!"

Logan doesn't have a place to dry clothes, and even if he did, someone would steal them within half an hour of them being hung up.

Aside from this thick coat, he had no other warm clothing; he could only buy more after receiving a certain amount of salary.

"But... there should be shops selling secondhand outdoor gear on the side of Pioneer Square, right?"

Logan searched along the street and found several secondhand shops, but the goods were in such a terrible state that it was hard to look at them.

Some were dilapidated, and some were filthy.

After browsing several stores, he finally found one that looked decent, called "John's Secondhand Outdoor Gear." The owner was a middle-aged Black man who was sunbathing in front of the store.

Upon seeing guests arrive, he quickly stood up and greeted them:

"Good afternoon, sir. What would you like to see? We have clean, durable, and affordable secondhand outdoor goods, including tents, sleeping bags, rain jackets, and more. All of these are legitimately sourced, and you'll never have any problems after buying them. Some of our stock was just received last night."

As he spoke, the shop owner leaned close to Logan's ear and said, "You know, a lot of homeless people died in that cold snap."

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