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

hum!

These words were spoken.

The entire tent fell into a deathly silence.

Mike's eyes widened instantly, almost bulging out of their sockets!

Holy crap? Free!

For a moment, Mike even thought he was dreaming.

Eight thousand US dollars! That's a full eight thousand US dollars!

Not eight hundred dollars! And definitely not eighty dollars!

So they just waived it like that?

Kane, lying in bed, was so shocked that his mind went completely blank.

He stared blankly at Lynn's lips trembling violently, and for a moment thought he was hallucinating from excessive blood loss.

"Really...really? You're not kidding?"

"certainly."

Lynn pointed to Kane's empty pockets: "Consider your thousand dollars... as a birthday present for your daughter."

Upon hearing this...

Kane was completely frozen in place, as if struck by lightning!

The words "birthday gift for my daughter" kept swirling in my mind.

At the same time, a glint flashed in Lynn's eyes.

Offering it for free wasn't a whim of his, nor was it an act of excessive kindness.

Lynn was never some kind of philanthropist with an overflowing heart.

Well, he admitted that when he heard that Kane was saving money to buy his daughter a birthday present even if it meant going without food or drink, he did feel a slight, almost imperceptible touch in his heart.

But this was definitely not the main reason that prompted him to give up this windfall.

The real reason is...

From the first moment he met Kane, from the moment the other man displayed his calm mind and extraordinary physical abilities.

He had already set his sights on the other party.

In America.

While local thugs like Mike with skin bonuses are useful, they're far from enough.

He also needs an extremely sharp, precise, and absolutely loyal dagger!

Kane's iron-fisted performance on the operating table—no anesthesia needed, and he didn't even utter a sound.

Make him confirm that Kane is the person he's looking for.

Since we've decided to recruit this talent, what does a mere few thousand dollars for surgery matter?

It would be incredibly stupid to extract a paltry few hundred dollars from the other party's disability benefits every month.

It's far less important than the absolute gratitude and loyalty of a retired elite soldier!

Making money isn't something that happens in a short time.

Once Katie's OnlyFans account is up and running, she'll release all sorts of suggestive and suggestive videos.

The US dollars in the pockets of white American men are flying into their accounts like snowflakes.

He has no shortage of ways to make money.

What we lack most right now is truly talented people!

Talent is the most valuable asset of the 21st century!

"Mr. Lin..."

Kane's Adam's apple bobbed wildly.

next second.

This tough guy didn't shed a single tear even when his bones were dissected without anesthesia.

At that moment, my eyes turned completely red!

Two streams of hot tears slid down his face, which was covered in cold sweat.

Without any hesitation.

Kane, dragging his leg which had just undergone surgery, struggled to get off the bed.

There was a loud "thump"!

Kane knelt on one knee before Lynn with utmost solemnity, like an ancient knight swearing allegiance!

[Thanksgiving +30]

Seeing this scene.

Mike, standing to the side, was lost in a whirlwind of thoughts.

From being extremely shocked to suddenly realizing the truth, and finally to being completely convinced, a huge wave of emotion surged within me!

Looking at Lynn's still calm and composed profile, he felt utterly impressed.

It's so arrogant!

Boss's methods are simply astounding!

How could he so easily subdue a ruthless person that even he might not be able to control?

I learned something! I really learned something!

"Alright, get up. Your legs need some rest."

Lynn waved his hand and casually handed the other person a cigarette, then put one in his own mouth.

Mike quickly and skillfully attached a lighter to the express delivery.

"Tell me, what exactly happened?"

Lynn exhaled a smoke ring and asked casually.

Although there is no clear problem.

But everyone inside the tent knew the truth at that moment.

What else can I ask?

It's simply a matter of how they ended up in this situation.

Hearing Lynn's question.

Kane took a deep drag on his cigarette; the nicotine's stimulation calmed him down a little.

As wisps of smoke rose, he slowly opened his mouth, gently revealing the scars he didn't want to relive.

"I served this country for twelve years."

Kane gave a bitter laugh, his voice filled with endless sorrow:

"After retiring and returning to China, I thought I could spend time with my wife and newborn daughter, living a peaceful life like any other ordinary person. At first, everything seemed normal, but..."

"Until one day, I left work early at the security company and came home to find that bitch rolling around on my master bedroom bed with a damn black guy."

"I almost pulled out a gun and blew their heads off, but I held back and chose to forgive them for my daughter's sake. But I never expected that bitch would choose to file for divorce."

Speaking of which...

Kane's fingers, which were holding the cigarette, began to tremble violently.

"But in court, the real nightmare has only just begun."

"Because I am often on missions overseas, and my wife has been a full-time stay-at-home mom, the judge awarded custody of our daughter to her on the grounds that it was 'more in the best interests of the child's development'."

"According to property division laws, the court must favor the weaker party and the parent who cares for the children. So the big house I bought with the money I earned over twelve years of hard work was awarded to that cheating bitch without any compensation!"

"Not only that, as the breadwinner, I also have to pay her exorbitant spousal support and child support every month!"

"But I didn't break down at the time. I felt that as long as I could watch my daughter grow up, none of this mattered."

Kane abruptly raised his head, his eyes filled with bloodshot despair:

"But!"

"Just six months ago, my daughter was hospitalized and needed a blood transfusion, so I went to get a blood type matched."

"After the test results came out, I discovered that the daughter I had raised for five years... was not my biological child at all."

"She's that bitch's bastard child with some unknown guy!"

boom!

Hearing this plot twist, which was comparable to a super melodramatic soap opera, even Lynn's pupils couldn't help but contract.

"Since he's not your biological child, you shouldn't have to pay child support anymore, right?" Mike couldn't help but interject.

"hehe……"

A chilling, bitter laugh escaped Kane's throat.

"No need to pay?"

"The judge told me that although the child is not biologically mine, I have been fulfilling my responsibilities as a father for the past five years!"

"In order to protect the child's vested interests from being harmed, I am still her father on a legal level."

"So I still need to keep giving to that wild one..."

Kane's expression shifted several times, finally collapsing as he clutched his head in anguish: "But she's called me 'Dad' since she was born... In my heart, she's my daughter!"

Dead silence.

The entire tent fell into a deathly silence.

Lynn fell completely silent.

His hands were in his pockets, and his fingertips felt a little cold.

This is America!

This is the ruthless killing line specifically tailored for men from the lower classes on this land that is hailed as a beacon of human rights!

Once you step into the trap of marriage.

The law has countless legal ways to drain you dry, leaving not a single drop of bone marrow!

"FUCK..."

Old Mike broke out in a cold sweat, feeling a chill run down his spine.

He secretly swore an oath to God in his heart.

Even if I spend a hundred dollars every day in the red-light district to sell myself to white women, I will never, ever get married! Absolutely not!

After a moment of deathly silence.

Lynn slowly threw the cigarette butt on the ground.

He stepped forward and patted Kane's broad shoulder with an extremely solemn gaze.

"In this shitty country, law and justice will always belong only to those high-and-mighty vampires."

Lynn's voice was deep, yet it exuded an irresistible aura.

I cannot promise you any life of luxury and extravagance.

"But as long as you're willing to work for me."

"I promise I will make sure you reclaim all the dignity that belongs to you as a man! No one will ever again use those dirty laws to take even a penny from you!"

"Want to come with me?"

Faced with the olive branch extended by Lynn.

Kane did not hesitate at all.

He threw away the cigarette and, with great difficulty, dragged his injured leg to his knees again!

He clenched his right fist and solemnly placed it on his left chest.

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"Sir! Kane is at your service!"

Looking at this highly ceremonial scene before me.

Lynn's lips slowly curved into a satisfied smile.

well.

It's perfect.

And

Look at Kane's standard and extremely professional gesture of loyalty.

Mike, who was standing to the side, suddenly felt his heart skip a beat for no reason!

An unprecedented and extremely intense sense of workplace crisis instantly surged through my entire body.

This is bad.

His position may be in jeopardy!