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

"Boss, I've come to open the door for you!"

The engine had barely stopped when Mike approached, rubbing his hands together with a fawning expression.

He grinned, showing off his white teeth, and prepared to open the car door as usual, displaying his thoughtfulness as the "number one lackey".

However, a cold wind suddenly blew by.

A slightly slender yet cheetah-like figure darted in first, blocking Mike's massive body!

Click.

The car door was opened smoothly.

Kane shielded the car door frame with one hand, bowed slightly to Lynn as she stepped out, and said in a cold, unyielding voice, "Good morning, Boss."

After saying hello.

Kane did not retreat, but instead tensed up, his sharp, radar-like eyes rapidly scanning the homeless people queuing around him.

His right hand even habitually rested on his lower back.

Their serious and prepared demeanor practically screamed "Special Agent Bodyguard" on their foreheads.

If you were to give him a single Bluetooth earphone and a tactical bulletproof vest at this moment, people would definitely believe he was a secret service agent protecting the president!

Thanks.

Lynn got out of the car with his hands in his pockets, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

I thought a master like Kane must be aloof and cold.

I didn't expect to adapt to my new role so quickly.

That's best, and it saves me the trouble of explaining and disciplining him.

"Boss! I've come to get your supplies!"

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Mike, whose limelight had been stolen, instantly turned red.

He hurriedly took long strides and rushed to the passenger seat, grabbing the large plastic bags filled with cigarettes and liquor.

As she took the items, her large, cowbell-like eyes stared intently at Kane, as if afraid he would steal the job from her.

Damn it!

This pretty boy has already taken the job of opening the door, but we absolutely cannot lose the job of distributing supplies!

Kane's sudden arrival made Mike, a seasoned veteran, feel a clear sense of crisis.

Mr. Lin’s number one henchman must be Mike, and absolutely no one else!

Mike's gaze was full of hostility and warning.

Kane merely glanced at it indifferently, without even lifting his eyelids.

With his hands crossed in front of him, he remained firmly planted like a javelin, half a step away from Lynn.

"Aren't you going to help him distribute the supplies?" Lynn took out a cigarette, lit it, and glanced at Kane with interest.

These words were spoken.

Mike, who was carrying large and small bags, also suddenly pricked up his ears and looked over very warily.

"No."

Kane shook his head expressionlessly, his voice not loud but revealing an astonishing calmness: "This is not my profession, and this is not what I am meant to do."

"Oh?"

Lynn exhaled a smoke ring and raised an eyebrow: "So what's your major? What do you want to do?"

Upon hearing this, Kane slightly raised his chin, his gaze fixed on the restless group of homeless people ahead, and spoke each word clearly and forcefully:

"I'll shield you from a hidden attack."

"Protect the BOSS at all times!"

hiss--

Upon hearing this, Lynn's fingers, which were holding a cigarette, suddenly paused.

He couldn't help but lift his eyelids and give Kane a deep, scrutinizing look.

Hey!

That's a damn talent!

This guy usually looks cold and expressionless, but he's actually a secretly passionate person at heart.

If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, he would never have imagined that these words would come from Kane's mouth.

This is such a stark contrast to the cold and aloof demeanor the other person exudes.

However, he had to admit that the flattery made him feel very comfortable.

These two short sentences are both sophisticated and hardcore, hitting the very soul!

Under Lynn's penetrating gaze, Kane's usually pale face flushed slightly, a rare occurrence.

But he quickly regained his composure and resumed his usual coldness.

While it is indeed somewhat shameful to express one's loyalty in public.

But this is his truest inner monologue.

Lynn saved his life, and the only way he could think of to repay Lynn was to be the sharpest knife and the strongest shield in Lynn's hands.

the other side.

Mike, clutching the plastic bag, had his mouth agape in terror, forming an exaggerated "O" shape.

Fuck!

He had initially thought this kid was just a mute blockhead, but he never expected that when it came to flattery, his skills were several levels higher than his own!

moment!

Mike's sense of crisis soared to its peak, reaching an off-the-charts level!

"Damn it! I'll screw you over, you pretty boy!"

Mike gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath. He turned around, grabbed the supplies, and charged into the line of homeless people like a mad bull.

Just a few minutes later.

From the front of the crowd came McNa's hysterical roar:

"All of you, listen up, you damn ears!"

"Mr. Lin had a multi-million dollar business deal to discuss today! But to feed you maggots, he canceled the deal and came in this scorching sun!"

"You bunch of trash, you should all have gratitude etched into your very bones!"

"I propose that everyone in this neighborhood, before receiving supplies, must sincerely praise Mr. Lin! At least one... no! At least three! If you miss even one word, you're fired on an empty stomach today!"

As Mike's unreasonable words fell to the ground.

After a brief moment of deathly silence, the scene erupted into chaos and noise, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over boiling oil!

These lowly, destitute people have gone completely mad for that one bite of expired bread that could keep them alive.

"Oh God bless Mr. Lin! You are the only savior of South King Street!"

"Praise be to Meilin! Even my festering, oozing toes are singing for you!"

"Long live Lin the Great Philanthropist! You are a hundred times more merciful than the Virgin Mary in the church! May you live to be a hundred!"

"Thank you, Mr. Lin, for providing us with food! You are our light in this cyber hell!"

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[Thanks +6!]

[Thanks +5!]

[Thanks +6!]

[Thanks +5!]

[Thanks +7!]

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Inside the Camry.

Lynn left the car door wide open, casually resting her hands behind her head, comfortably closing her eyes to relax.

My screen is flooded with messages, and my gratitude level is skyrocketing...

Listening to the extremely energetic, brainwashing, pyramid scheme-style distribution of information via microphone outside the car.

He glanced again out of the corner of his eye at Kane, who was guarding the car door like a gatekeeper.

Lynn's lips curled into a satisfied, cold smile.

One is responsible for inciting the masses without any moral boundaries and reaping emotional value.

One is responsible for ruthlessly suppressing all unruly elements and protecting them.

With these two generals, one in the open and one in the shadows, I can relax a lot.

pat!

Lynn casually lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a smoke ring. A glint flashed in his eyes:

"I, Lynn, will become a superior person in America! I'll drink the most expensive liquor and ride the wildest horses..."