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

South King Street, Homeless Park.

The morning mist had not yet completely dissipated, but the crowding here was already astonishing.

Looking around, the colorful, tattered tents were crammed together, and there wasn't even a single open space where one could find a place to stand.

The air was filled with the stench of sweat, cheap tobacco, and urine.

Even with such harsh conditions, the number of homeless people has more than doubled compared to the previous few days.

This was all thanks to the miraculous word-of-mouth stories among the homeless community.

Now, not only the homeless in the South District, but also the homeless in the East and West Districts have heard the legend of this place.

A great philanthropist, like a living Bodhisattva, emerged from South King Street!

The supplies distributed free of charge by this great philanthropist are definitely not the cheap, expired bananas that those hypocritical charities use to fool people.

It's definitely not the kind of peppery sparkling water that even dogs wouldn't drink.

Instead, it was genuine high-quality cigarettes and liquor, and even brand-new shoes.

The most outrageous thing is that I heard they sometimes even give out knives for self-defense!

As a result, groups of homeless people flock here every day as if on a pilgrimage.

Besides this group who came purely for the abundant supplies, there was another group of people who came because of its reputation.

Although Lynn himself did not make a public appearance during the swift operation against the Blood Wolf Gang a couple of days ago.

But anyone with a sharp mind could easily guess that a mysterious big shot was standing behind Mike.

And this great philanthropist, respectfully addressed as Mr. Lin, is most likely this big shot!

Especially after learning that the Blood Wolf Gang had really been eradicated, many seasoned veterans who had been humiliated on the streets were eager to join this newly emerging gang.

Unfortunately, having exhausted all other avenues of inquiry, they could only resort to the most rudimentary method.

He stubbornly lingered in the homeless park, hoping to become a familiar face to this big shot.

"Buzz! Rumble!"

Just then, a familiar exhaust pipe roared.

Lynn's iconic, dilapidated Camry appeared at the end of the street.

Upon seeing this, a sharp-eyed homeless man in the crowd immediately jumped up as if he had been electrocuted.

"Mr. Lin! It's Mr. Lin's car!"

The sharp-eyed homeless man pointed to the street corner, letting out a hysterical scream: "Mr. Lin is here!"

That shout was like flipping some kind of crazy switch.

It was as if some kind of fuse had been lit.

In an instant, countless disheveled homeless people emerged from the foul-smelling tents.

They craned their necks with excitement, as if they had seen a savior descend upon them.

"It really is Mr. Lin!"

"It really is Lin's retro Camry! I recognize it!"

"God, praise to Mr. Lin!"

"..."

The brief commotion lasted only a dozen seconds.

Several seasoned homeless men who had received supplies here before immediately began to shout angrily in their hoarse voices:

"Hurry! Get in line at the fountain! You damn parasites, remember! Keep your hands and feet clean! Mr. Lin hates seeing a mess!"

"Anyone who doesn't line up, I guarantee I'll kick their ass to pieces with the tips of my shoes, which are smeared with lemon and chili sauce!"

Logically speaking, in any group of homeless people, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to make them obediently line up with just a few words.

Otherwise, these people wouldn't be homeless.

But today the situation is completely different.

Following that roar, more than one person stepped forward.

Those old folks who had received generous supplies at the homeless park spontaneously transformed into order-keepers.

Carrying broken wooden sticks or iron pipes, they stood menacingly and spontaneously maintained order at the scene.

"Hurry up! Put your clothes on! Nobody wants to see you all dried up like this!"

"Hey you! Put your snot back in your mouth right now, or you'll regret it!"

"You newbies, hurry up and collect the trash!"

"..."

Of course, not every newly arrived homeless person is willing to follow the rules.

There are always troublemakers who are foul-mouthed, delusional, or unruly.

But no one is indulging them right now.

It was quickly thrown out of the park by the homeless people around it, who were so enraged that they threw the tent away with it.

After making an example of someone like this several times, no more troublemakers appeared.

Then, a shocking scene unfolded.

The homeless group, which was originally chaotic and resembled a garbage dump, miraculously and spontaneously formed two long, orderly lines within just two or three minutes.

Even as Lynn's Camry slowly drove by, the homeless people on both sides of the road spontaneously stopped to watch.

They all took off their tattered hats or bowed deeply in greeting.

"Hello, Mr. Lin!" ×10086!

The eerie, perfectly synchronized scene looked exactly like it was generated by AI.

If this were filmed and uploaded online, the comment section would be flooded with comments from people obsessed with AI, all shouting that it was definitely a fabricated fake video.

"Whoa!"

Inside the carriage, Lynn looked out the window at the dense, seemingly endless crowd outside and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in surprise.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, a barely suppressed excitement flashed in his eyes.

I never expected the number of people to surge to this extent today.

How much gratitude points do I have to give him?

It seems like we're almost certain to elevate our gratitude today!

But soon, Lynn seemed to have thought of something.

My eyelids twitched involuntarily when I glanced at the crammed-in back seat through the rearview mirror.

Although he had prepared enough supplies for today.

But judging from the current frenzied number of people, it might not be enough to distribute...

Just as Lynn's mind was racing, a familiar figure suddenly appeared at the front of the car.

The newcomer was none other than Right White Tiger Kane.

Lynn wasn't surprised at all that he didn't see Mike's signature black face next to Kane.

Now, the entire burden of taking over the Blood Wolf Gang's legacy and the initial setup of the Black Dragon Society rests almost entirely on Mike's shoulders.

That guy is so busy he's practically running around, it's perfectly normal that he doesn't have time to come here.

Thinking of this, Lynn slowly stepped on the brakes and brought the car to a stop.

"BOSS!"

Kane forced a stiff smile onto his cold face and strode forward to meet him.

"morning."

Lynn rolled down the car window, casually pulled out a Marlboro and tossed it to the other person, then lit one for himself.

Kane took the cigarette with both hands, but did not light it immediately.

Instead, he turned his attention to the back seat and trunk, which were crammed with supplies, and volunteered: "I'll be in charge of distributing the supplies today."

"good……"

However, before Lynn could finish saying "okay," a rough and urgent voice suddenly rang out from not far away:

"Boss! Boss!"

Upon hearing that incredibly familiar voice, Lynn paused slightly, then looked over with some surprise.

Through the rearview mirror, I could clearly see Mike, who looked like a brown bear, trotting along on his big black legs as he came running towards me.

He was even carrying a steaming brown paper bag in his hand.

Judging from the exposed dough, it is clearly a savory pancake.

As Mike approached, panting heavily, Kane, standing outside the car window, twitched his lips twice and frowned slightly.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be busy taking over the territory right now?"

Mike's sudden arrival made him feel very uncomfortable.

Mike was just too good at flattering; he couldn't out-flatter the other guy.

"Um?"

Lynn gave him a questioning look in return.

Mike, panting heavily, completely ignored Kane, his dark face plastered with a fawning smile:

"Boss! No matter how busy I am, I have to come in person! I'm here to help you distribute supplies, and if I don't come, someone else will take the job!"

As he spoke, he gave Kane a highly provocative sidelong glance.

Then, Mike, holding the bag of steaming hot savory pancakes in both hands, respectfully handed it to Lynn through the car window, grinning as if to claim credit:

"I was dealing with miscellaneous matters related to the Black Dragon Society all night long, but I definitely didn't neglect any important business!"

"Also, I happened to pass by that shop on my way here and picked up a hot pancake for you. Please have some while it's still warm!"

Taking the still-hot savory pancake, and savoring the rich aroma of the pancake mixed with the sauce, Lynn nodded approvingly: "Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

Upon hearing this, Mike's dark face instantly broke into a smile, resembling a blooming black chrysanthemum.

He waved his hands happily, then patted his broad chest vigorously: "This is what I should do! Boss, you rest, I'll help you distribute the supplies!"

Having said that, he didn't give Kane any chance to intervene.

He swiftly walked around to the back of the car, opened the rear door, and began to move large quantities of supplies with practiced ease.

Those practiced movements clearly indicated that they had already been in work mode for some time.

Soon, Mike's gruff voice echoed through the park in the early morning.

More accurately, it was a crazy swearing spree.

"Hey! What the hell?! Get in line, all of you! I see a lot of new faces in the queue, so listen up!"

"These things were given to you poor bastards for free by the kind-hearted Mr. Lin! Mr. Lin is kind, compassionate, and asks for nothing in return, but you can't be so heartless!"

"You all have to be grateful! When you're picking up your things later, make sure you all give Mr. Lin a big thank you, you hear me!"

"Anyone who dares to skip saying 'thank you' will have their legs broken, you hear me! You bastards!"

Hearing Mike's raucous yet highly inflammatory shouts.

Lynn leisurely exhaled a smoke ring, inwardly sighing with admiration.

This guy is a real genius!

Turning her gaze away, Lynn looked at Kane, whose face had darkened slightly, through the car window and asked with a smile, "By the way, how's the contact with your comrades going? What did they say?"

Upon hearing Lynn's question, Kane immediately composed himself and reported to his superior with a serious expression:

"Everything has been arranged. They have no problems at all. They can come over anytime you just need to give the word."

"I explained your work style and approach to them, and they were very interested in working under you, even expressing..."

"As long as they can have a stable job, it doesn't matter if the salary is low at the beginning. They've really had enough of their current jobs."

"Hehe, that's good." Lynn nodded slightly, then shook his head.

"But you can put their minds at ease. Their wages will definitely not be reduced. If they follow me, as long as I have a bite to eat, you'll definitely have a bite to drink!"

"Thank you, Boss!"

Upon hearing this promise, Kane visibly relaxed, and his posture straightened even more.

Deep down, I'm increasingly convinced that I didn't follow the wrong person.

"Oh, right."

Lynn tapped the steering wheel twice with the cigarette between her fingers: "What's the date today? What day of the week?"

Kane answered without hesitation: "Tuesday, July 7th."

"Tuesday..." Lynn squinted, lost in thought for a moment.

After a moment, he raised his head, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"I understand. If everything goes smoothly, have them come directly this Friday. But before that, don't let it slip. Keep it a secret."

"Understood!" Kane nodded emphatically.

"Hmm." Lynn raised her chin slightly and gestured towards the rear of the car with her chin: "Go help that big black guy distribute things, he's almost overwhelmed."

"Yes!" Kane didn't hesitate at all, turned around and left quickly.

"call……"

Lynn flicked the cigarette butt out the window, leaned back in his chair, and exhaled a deep breath.

The reason for setting the time on Friday was that by Thursday, he could withdraw all the huge profits from Katie's OF account.

Only when he has real US dollars in his hands can he officially unleash his potential and enter the planned catering and food delivery industry.

Although the smuggled goods in the Blood Wolf Gang's warehouse could conservatively fetch tens of thousands of US dollars, they were ultimately a hot potato.

Getting out of trouble and clearing one's name safely isn't something that can be done overnight; it takes time to process and digest the situation.

Currently, the safest and fastest source of funds is the OF earnings, which can be withdrawn immediately.

Lynn lay in the driver's seat, his thoughts drifting away.

Without realizing it, he frowned slightly and felt a slight headache.

Because he had thought of the most difficult problem again.

That is the person who is ostensibly the agent and financial director of the food delivery company.

This is an extremely critical position, requiring absolute loyalty as well as a certain level of intelligence.

But even now, he still hasn't found a suitable candidate.

After thinking for a moment, Lynn rubbed his temples and decided to stop thinking about it for the time being.

Anyway, there are still a few days until Friday, and there's always a way out.

Just as Lynn closed his eyes to rest and clear his mind.

Suddenly, one after another, extremely exaggerated and nauseating voices of homeless people came from outside the car window.

"Oh! Thank you so much, Mr. Lin! You are the guiding light in my life!"

"Mr. Lin, your kindness is deeper than the Pacific Ocean, and your brilliance illuminates my decaying soul!"

"Praise be to Mr. Lin! I swear to the Virgin Mary, you are absolutely the greatest and most merciful angel in all of America!"

"..."

These homeless people went to extreme lengths to get better supplies, even resorting to the most obnoxious tactics.

They took Mike's earlier words of deep gratitude to the extreme.

Immediately, the screen in front of Lynn was filled with posts from the boy with the light mark.

[Thanksgiving +3]

[Thanksgiving +5]

[Thanksgiving +7]

"..."

Watching the gratitude points jump higher and higher, Lynn couldn't help but grin wildly.

"Almost there... I'll definitely level up today!"

……

P.S.: I recently suffered from censorship, resulting in significant chapter cuts, especially chapter 123, which completely altered the original work. I am utterly exhausted! Coupled with the sparse readership and dismal readership, this only adds to my distress. Tomorrow, I will take a day of leisure, regroup, and continue writing my masterpiece.