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

Under the blazing sun, the Seattle sun was so intense it seemed to melt the asphalt.

About half an hour later, Lynn drove his beat-up Camry back onto the street where Mike was.

The trunk was completely filled with nearly expired bread, cheap cigarettes, and low-quality whiskey.

Buying these things every day has become a habit for him.

Small investment, big return; the gratitude generated by these supplies far exceeds their intrinsic value.

Moreover, for him now, this amount of money is nothing at all.

"Look! It's Dr. Lin!"

"God bless! That generous Eastern deity has returned!"

"Hurry! Hurry up and get in line! They need more supplies! Hurry!"

"Hurry up my ass! Stand up and greet Lin, you damn fat pig!"

……

The moment Lynn's iconic, beat-up Camry appeared at the end of the street.

The street, which had been lifeless and like a living corpse under the scorching sun, suddenly became lively and bustling, as if boiling water had been poured into a pot of hot oil!

In tents and abandoned cars lining the streets, countless ragged homeless people rose up as if they had heard some sacred call.

They even stood barefoot on the scorching roadside, spontaneously lining the streets to welcome them.

Those murky eyes were not only filled with thirst for food, but also faintly gleamed with a fanatical light!

[Respect +1]

[Respect +1]

[Respect +1]

……

Seeing this almost insane scene before him, Lynn's hand on the steering wheel paused slightly.

What was surprising was not the homeless people's actions, but...

He rolled down the car window and looked around sharply, noticing that the colorful, tattered tents on both sides of the street and the number of homeless people gathered there seemed to be more than double what they had been a few days ago!

The population density has increased several levels, and the body odor mixed with the smell of urine and sourness in the air has become even stronger.

He was only surprised for a moment before he looked away, no longer wanting to waste his brain cells thinking about it.

These trivial matters at the grassroots level can be easily understood by simply asking Zuo Heilong Mike, a local bigwig.

If he wasn't mistaken, Mike would soon automatically appear in front of him.

"Over here! Boss! Over here!"

Sure enough, Lynn heard a familiar voice as soon as the thought crossed his mind.

Not far ahead, a muscular black man wearing a floral shirt was standing in front of a very conspicuous parking space, waving and shouting wildly in their direction.

The parking space even had crooked new parking lines painted with cheap white paint, and several broken tires were used to block it off to prevent anyone from getting close.

On this run-down street where outlaws gather, who else could put on such an air of privilege but his cheap underling Mike!

After a pause, Lynn's eyes flashed slightly as he noticed another figure following closely behind Mike.

It was none other than the stern-faced Right White Tiger, Kane.

Seeing this, Lynn couldn't help but chuckle softly while sitting in the car.

Excellent! With two great generals, one in black and one in white, by my side today, it's bound to be an extremely smooth day!

"Boss! Your private parking space! I've already arranged it for you!"

Seeing Lynn's car approaching, Mike rushed ahead like a mad dog to the specially marked parking space, waving his thick arms loudly and exaggeratedly.

While directing the car to reverse, he also glanced at Kane, who was slowly following beside him, with hostility and vigilance.

Upon seeing this, Kane couldn't help but let out a cold, disdainful sneer on his usually ruthless assassin face.

Looking at Mike's fawning face, he crossed his arms and coldly mocked:

"Save your breath, big black guy. Stop with your disgusting attempts to win my favor. I don't bother arguing with a street thug like you. Besides, Mr. Lin is a master; he won't fall for your low-level flattery."

"Hmph! That's perfect! You just stay put and watch, don't get in the way!"

Mike snorted and continued to diligently direct Lynn to back up the car.

Although he said that, his vigilance did indeed decrease considerably because of Kane's words.

"Sizzle—"

With a screeching sound of brakes, the Camry came to a precise stop in the parking space.

Upon seeing this, Mike's face instantly lit up with a fawning smile, and he was about to step forward to open the car door for Lynn to show his loyalty.

However, just as he lifted his leg...

With a "whoosh" sound!

Mike only felt a sharp gust of wind pass by his ear, and then a black shadow flashed before his eyes.

When he regained his vision and looked closely, he was completely dumbfounded!

Just moments ago, Kane had been standing with his arms crossed, claiming he disdained competing for favor, but now he had appeared like a ghost, flashing ahead to the Camry's driver's side door.

Not only that, Kane even opened the car door with an extremely standard and respectful posture, and magically produced a huge black parasol from somewhere!

With a "whoosh," the black tricycle opened and was steadily held above the car roof, blocking the scorching sunlight.

What broke Mike's nerves even more was that Kane's usually cold and aloof face, as if someone owed him a million dollars, now forced out a stiff, almost obsequious smile.

"Fuck you! You bastard! I'll fuck your grandpa!!"

Seeing this, Mike was completely dumbfounded, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets with anger.

He clenched his teeth and cursed inwardly.

You slut! You're an utterly shameless slut!

He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, giving him the appearance of a cold and ruthless master, but I never expected him to be so insidious and cunning!

Not to be outdone, Mike angrily rushed forward, forcing his way to the car door and shouting:

"Boss! The sun is too strong outside. You don't need to get out of the car yourself. Just stay inside and rest with the air conditioning on! I'll distribute the relief supplies in the trunk for you!"

Upon hearing this, Kane's lips twitched uncontrollably.

The right hand that held up the parasol and killed countless people now seemed somewhat stiff.

Is this the power of the number one lackey? It's truly terrifying!

Seeing Kane's discomfiture, Mike patted his broad chest, as thick as a black bear's, and loudly assured him:

"Don't worry, Boss! I guarantee I'll deliver the supplies to every homeless person, and they'll be so grateful they'll kneel down and kiss your shoes!"

Kane sneered at this, then added insult to injury with a chilling remark:

"The BOSS is as pure and kind-hearted as an Eastern Living Buddha. He uses his hard-earned money to help the poor in order to save lost sheep, not to hear their hypocritical gratitude. You, a black scum with only self-interest in your head, don't understand Mr. Lynn's greatness at all."

"You're talking nonsense! Can't you talk? You white dog!" Mike was instantly hit where it hurt, and immediately bared his teeth and claws like a lion whose tail had been stepped on.

"What? Want to practice?" Kane's eyes turned icy cold without any fear.

The ferocity of a professional assassin was released without any attempt to conceal it.

"alright!"

Only then did Lynn, who had witnessed the entire power struggle between the two, slowly speak up to stop them.

He opened the car door and stood under the parasol Kane had set up, patting the two men on the shoulder in a gentle tone to smooth things over:

"Alright, everyone, say less. We're all family now, let's not let this little thing ruin our harmony."

Although he was trying to comfort them like a peacemaker, Lynn was actually very happy to see the two of them like this.

Ancient emperors also valued the art of checks and balances.

Moreover, he only has these two capable men under his command right now. If these two guys are inseparable and work together, then he, as the boss, will have trouble sleeping.

Throughout history, whether it was the imperial court in the East or the ruthless mafia in Sicily, how many examples are there of people being shot to death by their own henchmen who colluded to do so?

His good days had just begun; he hadn't even finished fleecing Mrs. Hill and her daughter yet, and he didn't want to close his account prematurely because of that.

Therefore, the current state of the two of them disliking each other is the most perfect and safest.

Upon hearing Lynn speak, Mike and Kane glared at each other fiercely before falling silent.

"Okay." Lynn nodded and quickly got into work mode, immediately starting to assign tasks:

"Mike, you're in charge of taking a few quick-thinking underlings and distributing the supplies from the trunk. Remember the old rules: the quantity can be small, but everyone must get some."

Then, he turned and glanced at the scorching sun in the sky, which was almost scorching people, and instructed Kane, "Kane, come with me to the main tent in front."

As its reputation continues to grow, the number of patients increases daily.

Although general medical skills have been upgraded to an advanced level, we must still seize the time.

"Alright!" Mike beamed with joy upon hearing that he had been assigned the task of distributing supplies.

He gave Kane a defiant look, then turned to call for help.

"etc!"

Lynn suddenly called out to him, raising an eyebrow and pointing to the densely packed tents around them, asking, "I noticed this when I drove in just now. Why are there so many more people in this block all of a sudden?"

Upon hearing this question, Mike's eyes lit up instantly, and he nodded repeatedly, excitedly saying as if he were taking credit:

"Yes, Boss! You read that right, the number of people in the neighborhood has almost doubled in the last two days!"

Swallowing hard, Faced explained with exaggerated gestures:

"Now the word has spread throughout the slums and homeless shelters that a generous oriental healer is providing free medical care and supplies every day in our neighborhood! As a result, poor people and drug addicts from several nearby blocks are flocking here like sharks smelling blood, bringing their families to pitch tents!"

As Mike spoke, he became increasingly excited, even lowering his voice and leaning mysteriously closer to Lynn:

"Boss, thanks to you! My prestige among these newcomers has greatly increased. In the past two days, I've gained several new, clean-cut, and courageous underlings by taking advantage of my authority to distribute supplies! Our power has grown considerably!"

Kane, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but let out a sneer as he listened to Mike's smug theory of gang expansion.

In his eyes, the homeless gang members that Mike recruited, who couldn't even hold a gun properly, were simply a rabble and posed no threat whatsoever.

"Well done!"

Lynn gave Mike a thumbs up without hesitation: "More people is a good thing! Come over here after you've distributed the supplies, and I'll allocate you more funds to treat your new underlings well."

"Alright! Thanks, Boss!"

Mike was so excited he almost jumped up. After bowing repeatedly, he ran energetically to the trunk to unload his things.

Watching Mike's departing figure, Lynn didn't say anything more, but she was silently making plans in her heart.

It seems that as our reputation grows, the amount of near-expiry supplies we need to purchase every day will increase significantly.

Of course, these are just small change for him now.

He would never skimp on such a small amount of money!

Just as Lynn's thoughts were racing, Mike's booming voice echoed from afar:

"All of you, line up properly! No fighting! Before you get your stuff, you have to shout 'Praise be to Mr. Lynn!' at the top of your lungs! Anyone who doesn't shout, I'll shove their head down the drain today!"

With Mike's tyrannical suppression, moments later, Lynn's retina began to refresh rapidly:

[Thanksgiving +5]

[Thanksgiving +6]

[Thanksgiving +7]

……

Lynn smiled with satisfaction as he watched the continuous influx of emotion points into his account.

After a pause, Lynn glanced sideways at Kane and said, "Let's go, we shouldn't just sit around, we need to get to work. We're going to be busy today."

"Yes, Mr. Lynn." Kane nodded respectfully and followed Lynn closely toward the medical tent.

however.

Just as Lynn turned to head towards the medical tent, the entire neighborhood erupted into a frenzy and chaos as supplies were distributed.

A black Chevrolet Suburban SUV, extremely inconspicuous and with even its license plate covered in a thick layer of dust, slowly appeared at the street corner.

The vehicle silently drove into the slum streets and slowly came to a stop in a dark corner at the intersection.

Behind the tinted privacy windows.

A pair of cold, venomous eyes were fixed on Lynn's disappearing figure.