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

Twenty minutes later.

The road leading to South King Street.

"Make a scene! Make a scene! Make a scene! Make a scene!"

"Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!"

"Little sister and little dog~ Oh~ Oh~ Have you washed the dog yet~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~"

"……&……()&&…………&%*"

"..."

With the help of the catchy rap song on the car stereo, which perfectly captures the spirit of a West Coast guy and is known as the exclusive background music for eight-star bosses.

Lynn drove his Camry, which was belching black smoke from its exhaust pipe, and soon arrived near the low-rise neighborhood where Mike lived.

however.

Just at an intersection near the street.

Lynn slowly pressed the brake, his expression suddenly becoming somewhat conflicted.

I'll definitely buy some cigarettes and alcohol when I go to the neighborhood.

This is such a great opportunity to express gratitude, we can't let it go to waste.

The nearest supermarket within a few kilometers of this location is the two 7-Eleven stores I've visited before.

But the employees at these two convenience stores are really a little bit special.

One was a gay friend with a delicate pinky finger, and the other was a muscular tank like Matt Henry.

Just thinking about what the two looked like made Lynn's stomach churn.

He really didn't want to be subjected to this kind of mental pollution.

However, going to a supermarket in another neighborhood would take at least half an hour longer.

It's really not worth it.

not to mention……

Although it was disgusting, at least it evoked feelings of affection.

It's just a matter of slightly compromising Little Lynn or the later Stock Lynn.

After a fierce internal struggle lasting three seconds.

Ultimately, reason prevailed over physical discomfort.

Lynn gritted his teeth and stepped on the gas, heading towards the 7-Eleven convenience store.

Five minutes later.

"Ring ring—"

As the crisp bell rang in front of the convenience store.

Lynn was carrying two large bags of cheap cigarettes and cheap beer in his hands.

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, he sprinted away at almost the speed of a hundred-meter dash!

And behind him.

The gay friend, wearing a tight tank top and pink nail polish, chased after them.

While chasing her, she waved her hands and flirted wildly.

"Hey~ Asian hottie~ Remember to call me tonight~ I'm always here~"

[Adoration +10]

That's right.

In the end, he decided to put Lynn through the wringer.

Little Lynn has been feeling really stifled these past few days.

"Buzz!"

Suppressing the urge to vomit, Lynn opened the car door and floored the gas pedal, speeding away from this troublesome place.

"Damn it! Sacrificing too much emotional capital just to reveal this! It would have been much faster to slap Katie twice!"

After muttering a few curses under his breath, Lynn gradually increased the pressure on the accelerator.

With a clear objective, they headed straight for the low-rise neighborhood where Mike lived.

Ten minutes later.

When the car drove through the block again.

Lynn paused for a moment, as if she were in a daze.

It's going to be like last time, just as I expected.

The scene of a group of homeless people covered in foul odors surrounding the car did not occur.

The scene before us was utterly bizarre!

There were dozens of homeless people, dressed in rags and looking as if a gust of wind could blow them over.

A group of people who urinate and defecate anywhere and completely disregard social norms.

At this moment, it was as if they were undergoing military training in a recruit company, and they were lined up in a long, neat row, which was extremely rare!

Not only did we have to queue.

There were even people around maintaining order?

This is absolutely outrageous, it's outrageous to the extreme!

Just as Lynn was filled with doubt, even wondering if she had come to the wrong place.

Suddenly, an extremely burly black figure appeared directly in front of the vehicle.

At that moment, the dark figure was trotting towards them with obsequious little steps.

He even made a very professional "this way please" hand gesture to direct the car to stop.

It's none other than someone else.

It was Mike, a black man!

Seeing Mike's wide grin that stretched all the way to his ears, Lynn suddenly realized what was going on.

No need to guess.

The scene before us is bizarre, resembling a cult gathering.

These rules were absolutely forced out by Mike's lackeys through fists and violence.

呲——

With a screeching sound of brakes, the dilapidated Camry came to a steady stop on the side of the road.

The car had barely come to a stop for less than a second.

Mike then transformed into a high-class doorman at a five-star hotel and respectfully opened the driver's side door.

That dark face, full of fat, was now plastered with an extremely obsequious and ingratiating smile.

"Mr. Lin, you've finally arrived! You must be tired from your journey!"

Lynn raised her eyelids slightly, sensing that Mike had a kind of easygoing, contented air about him.

"Take it."

Bringing his thoughts back, Lynn casually handed the two large bags of cigarettes and alcohol from the passenger seat to Mike.

Mike glanced at the contents of the bag and instantly understood what Lynn meant.

"Leave it to me, Boss!"

Mike patted his broad chest forcefully and made a loud promise.

After saying that, Mike did not immediately turn around to distribute the items.

Instead, as if by magic, he skillfully pulled a brand-new, unopened pack of red Marlboro cigarettes from the pocket of his tattered jacket.

He respectfully took out a cigarette and presented it to Lynn's lips with both hands.

Immediately afterward, with a "ding," the lighter's flame was precisely aimed at him.

Lynn paused for a moment, then bit the cigarette butt and lit it.

He took a deep drag, exhaled a few smoke rings, and gave Mike a rather strange look: "You're smoking pretty high-end cigarettes, aren't you? You're smoking red-box Marlboro now?"

To know.

In the lower-class neighborhoods, the red-box Marlboro cigarettes were definitely considered high-end.

Upon hearing this, a sheepish grin appeared on Mike's dark face.

"Hehe, Mr. Lin, you're joking. How could a rough man like me deserve to smoke such good cigarettes? I usually just pick up cigarette butts from the ground to smoke."

"I specially ran three blocks this morning to buy you this pack of cigarettes with the change you gave me yesterday! I hope you like it!"

He lowered his voice, his tone full of ingratiation:

"Then you rest for now, I'll go send things to those idiots and show them who the real God is!"

After saying that, Mike turned and walked towards the group of homeless people, carrying two large bags of supplies.

Watching Mike's burly figure from behind, Lynn clicked his tongue twice and exclaimed, "What a talent!"

A few minutes later.

From ahead came Mike's rough roar and the excited shouts of the homeless.

"Listen up, all of you! This is all a gift from the great philanthropist Mr. Lin! Anyone who dares to be ungrateful, I'll crush their balls!"

"Praise be to Mr. Lin! Mr. Lin is an angel who has come to save us!"

"Thank you, Mr. Lin! God bless you!"

"Praise be to Yu... Praise be to Mr. Lin!"

"..."

Accompanied by heartfelt expressions of gratitude from the homeless.

The gratitude level is constantly rising.

[Thanks +6!]

[Thanks +5!]

[Thanks +6!]

[Thanks +5!]

……

Lynn leaned back, resting her hand, which was holding a cigarette, on the car window.

I watched the tiny, light-like words flickering on my retina.

Then look at Mike's practiced PUA rhetoric and his actions of distributing supplies.

An extremely pleased smile involuntarily curved his lips:

"Gan! He's a fucking genius!"