An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

Rusty Anchor Bar.

The entrance to a dark alley on the side.

Lynn narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the noisy street.

Soon, under the flashing police lights, they identified the Asian man who was being held down on the ground by the police.

You read that right, it's the famous donut!

Known as the electronic pet of Southeast University's Internet, and a walking meme-making genius!

However, the donuts presented to Lynn at this moment were clearly the original version.

Judging from the iconic bright red MAGA striped hat on his head, you can tell that this guy is currently in the honeymoon period with America.

No, to be precise, it should be described as a superficial honeymoon period of stubbornness.

If they were truly doing well, they wouldn't have come to a bar to participate in the zero-dollar purchase program.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that he is like the lecturer next to him.

They came specifically to receive a gift from the Empress Dowager and then film a video to attract attention.

As Lynn's gaze slowly moved downwards, she became increasingly convinced that the famous donuts were currently doing terribly.

At the same time, Lynn instantly understood.

Why did the Seattle police manage to apprehend him when hundreds of people were running around at the scene?

It's mainly these donuts...

That's fucking greedy!

The lecturer had a tattered cloth bag in his arms containing more than a dozen bottles of high-end red wine, which was quite a haul in this revelry.

But compared to the donuts in front of them, it's just a drop in the ocean!

Beside the donut, there were three huge blue IKEA woven bags piled up.

Every bag was stuffed full, filled with expensive liquor, cigarettes, and even coins from the cash register were almost overflowing.

Judging by sight alone, any one of these bags would definitely weigh over 20kg!

If it were a young Black man with a local skin color advantage, the Seattle police would most likely turn a blind eye and pretend they didn't see it.

After all, you never know what these black guys who spend their lives on the streets will pull out of their pockets the next second.

It could be a deadly folding knife, or a deadly Glock pistol.

It's not worth risking your life for this piece of junk. After all, it's not like it's some kind of death-or-death mission.

But, by sheer coincidence, Donut has a typical Asian face!

An Asian man without any skin color protection swaggered out in front of the police, carrying three large bags of his zero-dollar shopping spoils.

It would be a miracle if the police let him go!

Arresting Asians not only poses no danger to their lives, but also allows them to easily gain some performance points.

Only a fool wouldn't do that.

Not to mention Seattle, even in the crime capital of Los Angeles and the center of the universe, New York.

Asian Americans are among the most cooperative and easiest to manipulate groups in the United States.

none of them!

"Damn! This kid is so greedy! He took three huge bags by himself, which is way over the $950 'get-out-of-jail-free card'!"

The lecturer's eyes widened, and he exclaimed in disbelief, "This guy is fucking a genius!"

Amazed, the lecturer craned his neck to take a closer look, raised an eyebrow, and muttered under his breath:

"Look at his cowardly appearance, he seems to be a student from the University of Tokyo... That can't be right, our students from the University of Tokyo aren't that stupid! Don't you know the saying 'don't flaunt your wealth'?!"

Despite his complaints, the lecturer remained rooted to the spot, showing no intention of offering any help.

Since arriving in America with dreams of getting rich, the first bloody lesson he learned from the cold reality was...

Never trust your fellow villagers too easily!

The idea that "when fellow villagers meet, their eyes well up with tears" only exists in deceptive novels and fairy tales.

In reality, when people from the same hometown meet, they're most likely after the US dollars in your pocket.

No money? That's alright.

Your kidneys, corneas, and blood can all be exchanged for money.

If it were to become a Gundam after being destroyed, it would be even more valuable.

Although it's not as good as the locally grown ones, it's still much more valuable than kidneys.

This dark forest-like survival theory is not only perfectly applicable to free America, but also universally applicable.

In America, the worst outcome is that you eat two peanuts and turn into a Gundam.

In places like Southeast Asia, dying would be as difficult as climbing to heaven!

The men were first given an electric shock, then forced to take out online loans by having their heads pressed down. Those who could type were taken to a dark room for training to become "pigs" in fraud schemes.

Those who can't type are turned into blood slaves by having their blood drawn every day, and in the end, their body parts are sold off at a fixed price.

As for the woman... her fate was even more tragic, it's unimaginable...

Therefore, unless there are some special and extreme circumstances, the lecturer would never step in to save someone.

Moreover, even if he wanted to help, he was like a clay bodhisattva crossing a river—he couldn't even save himself.

He himself is still an unregistered person who can't be seen in the light of day, and he would rather go around the police than see them.

"Lin, do you know that idiot?"

Noticing a hint of interest on Lynn's lips, the lecturer belatedly nudged Lynn's arm.

"No, I don't know him." Lynn looked away, smiled, and shook her head.

He's just a clown, a source of amusement, not worth his special attention.

Just treat it as a free circus performance.

To be honest, Donut's mind-blowing remarks did actually ease his tense nerves quite a bit.

The thought of Donut shouting at two redneck policemen as Chinese spies made him want to laugh.

This is just too hard to break!

This inevitably reminded him of the insightful comment made by the blogger from Dongda University:

This person possesses an exceptional memory, but their brain's logical processing system is a complete mess.

He seemed to exist forever in a strange world parallel to reality; whatever he subjectively believed to have happened, he would swear he had witnessed it with his own eyes.

As for where we met? Don't worry about it. Even if it happened in a parallel universe, that counts!

"Let me go! Let me go now!"

The donut, which was being held firmly to the ground by the police, suddenly began to writhe and struggle violently like a catfish on a cutting board.

Amidst the frantic twisting, her bloodshot eyes caught sight of the lecturer watching the show from the alley entrance.

And the tattered bag full of red wine behind the lecturer!

In an instant, Donut seemed to grasp at some lifeline, its face turning as red as a pig's liver, and it screamed wildly in its hoarse voice:

"Him! Him! Him! He took the alcohol too! Why didn't you arrest him?! Why did you only arrest me?!"

Seemingly worried that the white police officer behind him wouldn't understand Chinese, Donut even awkwardly uttered a couple of broken English phrases:

"He! He! Catch him! Only catch me! No fair!"

"Shut up!!"

The two police officers, annoyed by the noise, immediately reprimanded the officers.

But out of professional habit, my gaze still followed the direction of the donut's finger.

Their gazes fell directly on Lynn and the lecturer in the shadows.

The police officer's gaze quickly swept over the well-dressed and composed Lynn, finally settling on the lecturer.

More precisely, it was the bulging cloth bag behind the lecturer.

"FUCK! This piece of shit!"

The lecturer felt a chill run down his spine, his eyes twitched wildly, and he almost ground his teeth to powder: "No way, how could this guy be so wicked!"

He did nothing, yet the other party wanted to drag him down with them?

After mentally cursing the other person's ancestors for eighteen generations, the lecturer remained calm and composed, demonstrating exceptional street-smart composure.

He casually pushed the bag of wine into the shadows, then straightened his back, grinned, and revealed two rows of big white teeth.

While waving enthusiastically to the two police officers, he shouted:

"God bless you!"

The lecturer knew only a handful of English words.

But this sentence is extremely useful in the free United States, a country founded on religion.

Especially when paired with his radiant, pious smile, the effect was even more striking.

This time is no exception.

Although the two police officers did not respond, the scrutiny and vigilance in their eyes had disappeared.

In their view, what bad intentions could an Asian who praises God possibly have?

After glancing at the lecturer to confirm he posed no threat, the two policemen lowered their heads again, unleashing all their anger on the frantically struggling donut: "If you fucking yell again, I'll shoot you!"

"This is unfair! This is absolutely unfair! I want to see a lawyer! I want to apply for free legal aid!"

"When the donut's tactic failed, it became increasingly hysterical: 'No! I want to apply for political asylum! This is all a conspiracy orchestrated against me by the Chinese!'"

"I understand! I understand everything! Today's riot was a setup! A setup specifically designed to target me!"

"Those Chinese devils! How could they be so insidious and vicious! I've already fled to America, and they still won't let me go..."

Listening to Donut's utterly incoherent ramblings, the two police officers' patience finally ran out.

"Slap! Slap!"

Two crisp, pleasant slaps rang out in quick succession, as the two mercilessly showered Donut with several loud, forceful blows.

Immediately, Donut's eyes cleared up considerably.

Then, like dragging a dead dog, the two roughly shoved Donut's arms onto the back seat of the police car.

"Is this guy out of his mind? He's absolutely insane!"

Watching the police car speed away with its lights on, the lecturer wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, still shaken.

"Hehe." Lynn smiled faintly without comment.

After glancing at the bar's main entrance where the crowd had already dispersed, he waved his hand and said, "It's getting late, I have to go back now. See you later."

"Okay! You go ahead and do your thing," the lecturer readily replied.

Then, as if remembering something else, he shook the bag in his hand again, unwilling to give up: "Brother, really not going to take a couple of bottles back to try? Freebies are always the best!"

"I really don't need it." Lynn smiled and politely declined, then turned to leave.

"Hey! Wait a minute!"

The lecturer's eyes darted around, and he leaned closer mysteriously, lowering his voice to say:

"Here's some gossip you'll definitely be interested in: did you know that Jack Ma, the guy who owns a Chinese restaurant, was discharged from the hospital a couple of days ago!"

"Who?" Lynn raised an eyebrow, momentarily stunned.

I just vaguely felt that the name sounded familiar.

"Oh! It's that restaurant owner, Jack Ma, who rips people off!"

The lecturer exaggeratedly gestured to his leg: "That poor guy whose leg was... cough, broken by that black guy with a baseball bat! And that night, you were the one who... thoughtfully called the ambulance for him!"

"Oh! I remember now."

Lynn slapped his forehead, looking enlightened.

Lately, all his energy has been focused on planning how to completely wipe out the Blood Wolf Gang, and he has long since forgotten about insignificant underlings like Jack Ma.

Seeing that Lynn remembered, the lecturer enthusiastically shared exclusive information:

"His restaurant is up for sale everywhere! It looks like it's completely out of business. Didn't you know?"

"Sell it? Why?" Lynn asked casually.

As soon as he finished speaking, a meaningful and gloating smile appeared on the lecturer's face.

"Hmm?" Lynn expressed his confusion with a nasal tone.

"What else could it be for!"

The lecturer chuckled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction: "That stingy Jack Ma bought himself the cheapest, worst health insurance on the market just to save a little on premiums!"

"That kind of insurance requires you to pay an extremely high amount out of pocket before you can start getting reimbursed. This poor guy spent several days in a private hospital and had surgery; the medical expenses were astronomical!"

"Furthermore, his shop was found to be illegally employing undocumented workers, resulting in a hefty fine from the labor bureau!"

"After a series of coordinated moves, even though he had accumulated a considerable amount of savings through years of swindling and cheating, it was all gone! He couldn't even pay the chef's salary, so naturally, the business couldn't continue!"

"Is that so..."

Lynn listened quietly, his deep eyes showing no ripples, not even the slightest hint of regret.

This vampire has harmed countless fellow villagers who just arrived in Seattle.

The fact that I've ended up penniless is entirely my own fault.

"Sigh, it's really a pity. His Chinese restaurant has a really good location, with a lot of foot traffic..."

The lecturer stroked his chin, muttering to himself with a hint of emotion.

Upon hearing this, a keen business sense flashed through Lynn's mind.

The location of that restaurant is indeed a rare and auspicious place.

But he quickly suppressed the thought for the time being.

Now is not the time to consider these things.

"Alright, go back and get some rest. Be careful." Lynn said goodbye to the lecturer again.

After saying goodbye to the lecturer, Lynn turned and walked out of the alley.

Before getting into the car, he turned back and took one last deep look at the messy entrance of the Rusty Anchor Bar, then got in and drove away.

The mess that followed no longer required his personal attention.

Tonight's fire was set just right. What he needs to do now is go back immediately to rest and recharge for the crucial tomorrow.

It was also the countdown to the Blood Wolf Gang's demise.

In addition, there are two infants at home who are eagerly waiting for him to return and perform the rituals.

……

A few minutes later.

The lecturer walked down the street, humming a little tune as he carried his spoils.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a familiar car out of the corner of his eye.

It was Lynn's Camry, so unassuming that its exhaust pipe was emitting black smoke.

The lecturer was delighted and was about to go forward to wave and say hello again.

However, he froze before he could even look up.

Through the half-lowered rear window, he could clearly see a large, muscular black man with a towering frame.

At this moment, the burly man was bowing obsequiously, holding a lighter in both hands, and carefully lighting incense for Lynn, who was sitting in the passenger seat!

The moment I saw the black man's profile clearly.

The lecturer's smile froze instantly, his pupils dilated and his eyes widened like copper bells.

This...this is the black man who smashed Jack Ma's legs into comminuted fractures!

This tall, burly Black man was so respectful to Lynn!

Gudong~

The lecturer covered his mouth tightly and couldn't help but swallow.

I felt a bone-chilling cold rush from my tailbone straight to the top of my head.

What exactly is Lynn's identity?

……

At the same time.

Inside the Camry as it cruises smoothly.

"call……"

Lynn leaned back in his chair and exhaled a thick smoke ring with contentment.

At the same time, a line of small, light-colored text appeared on the retina without warning:

[Adoration +10]

Lynn: (*´･д･)?

……