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

South King Street, Homeless Park.

At 4:30 pm, the dim, yellowish sunset shone down.

It was evenly sprinkled on the graffiti-covered red brick walls and the dilapidated tent roofs.

A slight coolness gradually rose in the originally sweltering air, and the elongated shadows concealed the mountain of garbage in the darkness.

At this moment, outside the most eye-catching luxurious medical tent in the center of the park.

The long queue finally dispersed, leaving only a few people lingering on the outskirts.

Inside the tent.

"call……"

Lynn leaned back in his chair and stretched out a big, lazy yawn.

His bones suddenly emitted a series of cracking sounds.

He twisted his neck forcefully before slowly and deliberately speaking, "Next!"

The next moment, the curtain was lifted.

However, it wasn't one person who walked in, but three.

Lynn narrowed his eyes, his gaze quickly sweeping over the three of them.

Although the three of them were dressed in dirty clothes and didn't look very presentable.

But their demeanor and eyes were clearly different from those of the homeless who had been completely assimilated by the streets.

The one on the left is a burly white man in his fifties, with a strong build and calloused hands.

Even wearing a tattered jacket, his back was unconsciously hunched over, as if he couldn't stand up straight.

The man in the middle was a middle-aged man around forty years old. Although he was wearing a faded white shirt, his hair was combed back as neatly as possible.

The look in his eyes behind the glasses revealed a complex mix of shrewdness and weariness.

The one on the right is the thinnest, with a head of curly hair that looks like a bird's nest.

He wore a pair of heavy glasses with the temples wrapped in tape on his nose, and his eyes had a somewhat neurotic sharpness.

"Why did you all come in together? Get out! One person at a time for medical appointments!"

Kane, who was standing to the side, immediately became alert and stepped forward, exuding a cold and fierce aura.

His right hand had already silently reached for the gun handle at his waist.

Seeing this, the three were startled. The middle-aged man with slicked-back hair quickly raised his hands and shook his head repeatedly to explain:

"No, no! Sir, please don't misunderstand, we're not here for a medical consultation!"

"Not going to see a doctor?"

Kane's eyes grew even colder: "So what do you people do?"

"We...we've come to seek refuge with Mr. Lin!" The thin, bespectacled man mustered his courage, his voice trembling slightly but unusually firm.

"Oh? You're coming to me for refuge?"

Lynn stopped Kane, who was about to draw his gun, a hint of amusement playing on his lips:

"I'm just a shady, unlicensed doctor. Why are you abandoning the wonderful world outside and coming to seek refuge with me?"

Upon hearing this, the thin, bespectacled man took a deep breath, pushed up his precariously hanging glasses, and stared intently at Lynn:

"You're not just some quack doctor. We actually participated in the crackdown on the Blood Wolf Gang a couple of days ago."

"That kind of meticulous and ruthless plan is simply beyond the capabilities of Mike, that rough-and-tumble guy!"

"And the only one who can make Mike so devoted is you, so you're the one pulling the strings behind the scenes!"

"Oh? That's interesting." A hint of surprise flashed in Lynn's eyes as he looked at the thin, bespectacled man in front of him with great interest.

His gaze then swept over the other two, a half-smile playing on his lips:

"You just barged in unprepared, wanting to join right away. Don't you think that's a bit too abrupt?"

The three of them were speechless for a moment, exchanging glances and unsure how to respond.

Lynn chuckled softly, his eyes conveying a profound meaning, his tone calm yet exuding an undeniable air of authority:

"I'll say it again, I'm just an unlicensed doctor who treats people. If you want to join any gang or are looking for excitement, go find Mike on the left outside."

Upon hearing this, the three people's expressions changed slightly.

After a brief hesitation, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and braced himself to meet Lynn's gaze:

"No! We came here to find you! We want to seek refuge with you!"

"Come and seek refuge with me?"

Lynn leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed intently on the group, as if trying to see right through them:

"I don't keep idle people here. Since you want to come and join me, what special skills do you have?"

Upon hearing this, the three of them seemed to have grasped at a lifeline and immediately began to speak one after another.

The burly white man patted his chest first, his voice gruff: "I'm a veteran driver with over twenty years of experience! I can drive any kind of heavy truck, any kind of complicated road condition!"

The middle-aged man followed closely behind, pushing the air out of his nose, his tone carrying a hint of former pride: "I am a highly experienced business lawyer, an expert in all kinds of corporate law and contract loopholes!"

The thin, bespectacled man was so excited that he gestured wildly and spoke rapidly:

"I hold dual bachelor's degrees in science and mathematics! A Ph.D. in science from an Ivy League university! A master's degree in industrial engineering and an advanced logistics certificate! I have published eight papers in leading journals..."

"..."

Hearing this impressive resume, which sounded like a menu, Lynn was completely stunned.

I felt a sense of disbelief.

A seasoned truck driver? A seasoned lawyer? A double bachelor's degree in science plus a master's degree in logistics?

"Then how did you all end up in such a sorry state?"

Lynn blurted out instinctively, his brow furrowing slightly, "Killed outright?"

"Kill?"

The three looked puzzled, clearly not understanding the word.

What I mean is...

Lynn tapped her finger on the table: "With such excellent skills and resumes, how did you end up like this, homeless and destitute?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere inside the tent became somewhat heavy.

The burly white man sighed first, and began his self-introduction with a bitter expression:

"My name is Frank. I used to be a heavy truck driver on the interstate. The logistics business was booming, and I never missed a day of work. I hardly ever went home."

"But... just five years ago, my company was acquired by a large conglomerate. They outsourced all the routes and recalculated the costs using a damn algorithm that thought that experienced drivers like me should have higher salaries because of my age."

Frank gave a self-deprecating laugh, his eyes slightly reddening:

"So, I was laid off, and because of some so-called contract loophole, I didn't receive a single penny of severance pay!"

"After losing my job, my medical insurance was interrupted, and the old lumbar spine injury I had from years of driving suddenly flared up, and the pain was so bad that I could only get through the days by taking painkillers."

"Later, my drug addiction got worse and worse, and I couldn't pay my mortgage for three months... The bank sent a letter and took my house away."

"Then, my wife left me with the kids, and I was left sleeping on the streets."

After hearing Frank's story, Lynn couldn't help but click her tongue.

When he heard that the other person was a driver, he had a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

But I never expected this guy to be so miserable; he ended up losing his wife and children.

Then, Lynn turned to the man in the middle, a former middle-class elite: "Lawyer, what about you?"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, his once straight back slightly hunched, his voice filled with endless weariness and resentment:

"My name is Arthur. Six months ago, I was an elite partner candidate at a top law firm in the city center, earning over $30 a year, living in a detached villa with a swimming pool, and having the highest-end commercial health insurance."

"I thought my life was perfect. Until... my youngest son suddenly developed a rare and serious illness."

Arthur clenched his fist, his voice slightly changing tone:

"He spent 11 days in the ICU! The hospital ended up with a bill of $53!"

"When I took the bill to the insurance company, those bastards refused to pay, claiming it was for non-essential medical procedures!"

"This huge sum of money instantly overwhelmed my cash flow, triggered a chain reaction of debt, and to make matters worse, I was in charge of a large corporate acquisition at the time..."

"Because I missed two key meetings while staying at the hospital with my son, I lost a client, and the law firm immediately initiated an internal performance review of me."

Arthur laughed self-deprecatingly, a laugh more unpleasant than a cry:

"The firm's high-ranking partners committee terminated my promotion path on the grounds of damage to major client relationships, and then terminated my employment contract three months later."

"Within just six months... my house was foreclosed on by the bank, my car was towed away, I lost my job, my contract was terminated, and my wife committed suicide due to a breakdown..."

"That's how I went from being an elite lawyer to the homeless person you see now."

"Tsk..."

After hearing this, Lynn couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

As expected of the magical America, there's no limit to how bad things can get.

If Frank represents the easily abandoned blue-collar workers, then Arthur is a true middle-class elite, and a high-ranking one at that.

Even so, when faced with the meat grinder of capital and the unexpected, they were still mercilessly slaughtered.

"The lawyer...a highly experienced business lawyer..."

Lynn chewed on those two words repeatedly, and a flame gradually ignited in his heart.

My next plans, whether it's the Black Dragon Society or starting a company, wouldn't I be in dire need of a highly professional legal and financial advisor?

Suppressing the turmoil in his mind, Lynn turned his gaze to the last, thin man with glasses: "Doctor, it's your turn."

The bespectacled man swallowed nervously, his voice hoarse:

"My name is Robert, as I just mentioned. I have a double bachelor's degree in science and mathematics, a Ph.D. in science, and a master's degree in industrial engineering and logistics. I am here because of... a wildfire."

Robert shook his head with a wry smile:

"Three months ago, a sudden wildfire destroyed my community, my house was reduced to ashes, and all my research data was lost."

"Because I don't have a fixed address, I can't get new documents, my phone is disconnected, and the company can't contact me, so they naturally fired me."

"What's even more ridiculous is that... the insurance company refused to pay for my house damage on the grounds that it was due to force majeure caused by a natural disaster and that I did not submit a written claim within the specified period."

"And so it was, I became a ghost without identity or property."

"Wildfire..."

Upon hearing this word, Lynn couldn't help but click her tongue.

Unlike the University of Tokyo in my previous life, wildfires are commonplace in the United States.

It's abnormal if they don't burn it several times a year; it's just a matter of whether it's a big fire or a small fire.

Some burn for two or three days, while others can burn continuously for up to a month.

Don't ask why the world's most developed countries don't put out fires; the answer is simply that they can't!

Even Hollywood, a hub for the wealthy, was nearly burned to the ground.

Countless people from the lower classes have been killed or had their homes destroyed by wildfires.

In this magical country, wealthy people can directly hire private helicopters and fire brigades to spray fire retardant to protect their mansions when wildfires occur.

Ordinary people without money can only watch helplessly as their life's work turns to ashes.

Even if you spend a lot of money on home insurance, those bloodsucking insurance companies will find hundreds or thousands of absurd reasons to refuse coverage.

That's right, insurance in the United States is not just medical insurance; it's a nightmare.

Rather, all insurance companies operate in this ruthless and predatory manner!

"Clatter!"

Lynn took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.

Amidst the swirling bluish-white smoke, he gazed into deep thought at the three men before him, men battered and bruised by the harsh realities of society.

Previously, he had only heard from news reports and rumors that there were hidden talents among the homeless.

Today, he experienced it firsthand.

Not to mention truck drivers, even top lawyers and double PhDs can be taken down and left on the streets by a single combo.

This is a fucking magical and awful America!

"call……"

Lynn slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up.

To put it another way, if it weren't for America's messed-up system, where would he find such top talent that fell from the sky?

He was worried that the Black Dragon Society's logistics and the team behind his upcoming food delivery empire were lacking.

Just like that, someone brings you a pillow when you're about to doze off!

With a seasoned driver like Frank and a logistics engineering PhD like Robert, a little integration is all it takes to build the backbone of the food delivery logistics system.

Arthur, a top lawyer with expertise in business law, will be even more useful in the future.

With this in mind, Lynn looked at the three of them with a deep gaze, his tone calm yet revealing the decisiveness of a superior:

"I understand. Go to the Rusty Anchor Bar and find Mike now."

Upon hearing this, the three men's expressions changed.

Frank opened his mouth, as if trying to persuade him further: "Sir, we want to follow you..."

Lynn interrupted with a cold look in her eyes: "Say that I sent you."

Before Frank could react, Arthur, a former elite lawyer, instantly grasped the subtext of Lynn's words.

Grabbing Frank's arm, she trembled with excitement and bowed repeatedly, saying, "We understand! We understand! Thank you, Mr. Lin! Thank you, Boss!"

"Okay, go ahead. Let Mike arrange a place for you to stay, take a shower, and have a good meal." Lynn waved his hand casually.

"Thank you, Boss! God bless you!"

The three thanked him profusely and left the tent with an excited feeling, as if they had been reborn.

As the heavy curtain fell, Lynn's smile gradually faded.

He turned his head to look at Kane, who stood to the side with a puzzled expression, his voice low and cold, leaving no room for argument:

"Go and investigate the backgrounds of those three."

Although these three people spoke with tears in their eyes and their resumes were impeccable.

However, he would never trust someone before he was 100% certain of their background and identity.

In the cannibalistic United States, safety always comes first!

"Understood! I'll take care of it right away, Boss." Kane nodded emphatically, his expression turning serious.

Lynn stretched contentedly and casually asked, "Are there still people queuing outside?"

Kane glanced towards the door, shook his head, and said succinctly, "That's all."

"very good."

Lynn grinned, revealing an extremely bright smile.

He was very satisfied today.

Not only did they achieve their goal of upgrading their general practice skills to a professional level, but they also made a qualitative leap.

They also unexpectedly gained three highly skilled, plug-and-play talents.

"Tsk!"

Lynn clicked her tongue: "This was fucking a perfect day!"

……