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

As the sun sets, the afterglow is like blood.

On the suburban road leading to Dengtashan Community, a dilapidated Camry sped along, bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun.

Lynn casually rested one hand on the steering wheel, while the other hand held a cigarette and rested it on the outside of the car window.

He inhaled half of the wind, and he inhaled the other half.

Inside the car, on a dilapidated car radio that could be considered an antique, was playing high-energy West Coast rap music.

"When I look at your body, I wanna touch that booty~"

"Let me squeeze it, let me please it, that juicy booty~"

"..."

Listening to the extremely explicit lyrics of "Booty Music" on the radio, Lynn, with a cigarette in her mouth, suddenly couldn't help but chuckle.

He suddenly remembered that this song was incredibly popular at Dongda University because of its extremely catchy and upbeat melody.

Countless handsome men and beautiful women use it as background music, and even many legitimate street shops play it loudly.

He immediately concluded that these people definitely did not understand English.

If you understand that this is a string of lyrics that focus on women's private body parts and contain outrageous sexual innuendo, then you'll know that it's a cheesy song.

Even if they had ten times the courage, they would never openly play it like that on the street.

With a light laugh, Lynn shook his head, took a final drag on his cigarette, and casually flicked the butt out of the car.

It's not that he lacks manners; the Empress Dowager has been paying sanitation fees for hundreds of years!

After clicking his tongue, Lynn summoned the system panel with a thought.

[Host]: Lynn

Age: 30

[Height]: 183cm

[Weight]: 61kg

【已解锁情绪】感恩 LV3（210/500）、愤怒 LV0（30/100）、恐惧 LV1（140/200），敌意LV0（45/100）、爱慕LV1（0/200）、尊敬LV0（90/100）

[Skills] General Medical Skills (Advanced), Street Fighting (Beginner), Natural Body Fragrance (Beginner)

The moment Lynn saw the weight section, she completely lost her composure.

Holy crap!

Yesterday my weight was still 62kg, but overnight I lost another kilogram, and I'm back to square one!

"Damn it, it must be because I overworked myself last night thinking about countermeasures."

Lynn gritted his teeth, his hatred for Victor suddenly increasing several times over.

That bastard not only ruined his lovemaking with Mrs. Hill last night, but he also damaged his health!

They deserve to die!

It's not enough for him to be dead; I want to drag him out and whip his corpse a hundred times over!

Suppressing his irritable thoughts, Lynn quickly lowered his gaze and continued scanning.

Compared to yesterday, there wasn't much change overall.

Thanks to the generous distribution of those near-expiry sneakers and substandard canned meat today, the emotion of gratitude still overwhelmingly dominates, far ahead of other emotions.

The only noteworthy surprise was...

The emotion value for the "Respect" item has unknowingly reached 90 points!

It's just one step away from reaching LV1.

After closing the system panel, Lynn's eyes lit up slightly, and he secretly looked forward to it.

I wonder what level of skill I can draw when my respect level reaches LV1.

Through these experiences of extracting different emotions, he discovered that the skills extracted based on emotions are not entirely random.

There seems to be some kind of deep logical relationship between them.

Given the current situation, it's unlikely that positive emotions like "gratitude" will generate skills like "natural body fragrance."

"So, is the skill derived from the emotion of respect some kind of pressure or aura?"

After a moment's hesitation, Lynn shook his head, abandoning this pointless internal struggle: "Whatever, as long as it works!"

He muttered something to himself and then stopped thinking about it.

Looking at the familiar Lighthouse Mountain road sign ahead, I casually took out another cigarette and lit it.

The bluish-white smoke quickly filled the carriage, and Lynn's deep eyes gleamed faintly behind the smoke.

Although the incident of being maliciously reported by Victor seemed to be resolved perfectly, it also served as a profound reminder to him.

Today, the illegal medical clinic in the South King Street Homeless Park has grown in scale and influence like a snowball.

At this size, he can no longer afford to keep a low profile.

In the dog-eat-dog world of South Seattle, it's impossible to avoid being devoured or forcibly taken over by another gang.

We must immediately enhance our strength and fully arm ourselves!

call--

After a deep, sharp turn, Lynn squinted and muttered three words: "Channels, Armed Forces, Disguise."

This was his initial plan for the team's future development.

The first issue is the "channels," which refers to the drug procurement channels of unlicensed medical clinics.

As the most crucial and sustainable source of gratitude and cash flow, the illegal medical practice certainly cannot be stopped for the time being.

To ensure its long-term and stable operation, a continuous supply of medication is essential.

The two large bags of high-end goods that Kane got from KK Clinic for free this time will only last for two or three months at most, even if used sparingly.

But what about two or three months later? We can't just rob our competitors every time we run out of medicine.

Therefore, finding a stable and secure drug supply channel is the top priority right now.

Secondly, there's the element of [armament]. This is easy to understand.

In America, the root of all fear lies in one's own lack of firepower!

If your firepower is strong enough and your gun barrels are tough enough, even the FBI will have to knock on the door politely.

This is why large American landowners and ranchers spare no expense in building fully armed private armies.

If you only have money but no firepower to protect it, then I'm sorry.

In other people's eyes, you are just a plump leek that can be harvested at any time.

It's time for Mike to recruit some reliable henchmen and fully arm them.

You might not use a gun normally, but you absolutely can't be without one!

As for the final "disguise"...

This is just a preliminary idea.

To be precise, this idea suddenly came to me last night while I was moving tents and supplies around the park.

Unlicensed doctors are ultimately a gray industry that cannot be brought to light.

He, Lynn, wouldn't spend his whole life holed up in that stinking park as a quack doctor.

Once they find a more lucrative and profitable project in the future, they will eventually be able to completely extricate themselves and clean up their act.

To be respectable in this land, one must have a legitimate and legitimate identity.

Simply put, it's about emulating the classic Mafia model.

On the surface, the key figures are all respectable businessmen in suits, involved in real estate, running law firms, or operating security companies.

Behind the scenes, all the dirty and arduous work, which involved bloodshed, was left to his reckless henchmen.

This is exactly the development model he has always envisioned.

It is also the safest and most sustainable model, proven by countless big investors.

In this scenario, Mike is the black glove he has chosen.

As for Kane, who is cold-blooded and ruthless, he is the sharpest red glove.

More accurately, it was a blood-stained glove!

call!

After another big scramble, Lynn casually tossed his cigarette butt out the window.

He's not in a rush to play the disguise game; he hasn't yet come up with a suitable legitimate industry as a starting point.

Pushing all the complicated thoughts out of her mind, Lynn couldn't help but sigh deeply, "All of this requires money!"

No matter how much or how perfect the plan is, there is only one core goal that you actually have in front of you.

That's all about making money! Making money! Making money!

It's all about making money, damn it!

Of course, once you have money, you can also hook up with women.

Thinking of this, Lynn's lips curled up slightly, and he unconsciously pressed the accelerator harder.

The thought of the mature, beautiful young woman who had spent the entire night alone in her empty house made him unable to suppress his lustful desires.

Tonight, it's likely to be another extremely exciting tunnel warfare!

……

It was exactly 7 p.m.

In front of Mrs. Hill's detached house in Lighthouse Hill Community.

ding dong~

Lynn straightened her slightly disheveled collar and rang the doorbell.

Before the door opened, he looked up at the sky, which was not yet completely dark, and nodded with considerable satisfaction.

I got home at just the right time today, so I had plenty of time to have a great time fighting.

Click!

The door was opened quickly.

Next to come into view was Mrs. Hill, whose hair was still damp with moisture.

Upon seeing Lynn, Mrs. Hill's still-attractive face beamed with undisguised joy: "My dear, you've come!"

As she spoke, she naturally squatted down to get Lynn her slippers.

As she bent over, Lynn's gaze naturally swept downwards.

With just one glance, his breathing instantly became heavier.

Today, Mrs. Hill is wearing an extremely pink and rather daring onesie silk nightgown.

The style of these pajamas looked extremely familiar to Lynn; it seemed to be the same style that Katie usually wore.

However, the difference is that this nightgown looks completely different on the voluptuous and mature Mrs. Hill.

The cartoon images on it are almost stretched to the point of being distorted!

The fabric was so thin it practically clung to the skin.

As she squatted down, the exaggerated curves of her full, round buttocks were revealed in exquisite detail, exposing large swathes of her snow-white, plump skin to the air.

Through the barely visible edge of the fabric at the base of her thighs, Lynn could even clearly see a very alluring black thong strap!

This visually striking scene made Lynn, who had been holding back for a day and a night, feel a surge of anger rising to the top of his head!

"Put these on. These are new slippers I bought for you at the mall today."

Mrs. Hill, oblivious to what was happening, turned around with a brand-new pair of men's slippers, ready to bend down and put them on Lynn herself.

With that turn and a slight bow of her head, the already loose-fitting neckline of her silk nightgown drooped down instantly.

Looking down from his vantage point, Lynn immediately experienced firsthand what it meant to have a commanding view of the world!

The two deep, snow-white ravines were almost blinding.

When offered slippers, Lynn did not obediently put them on.

Instead, as if possessed, he raised his right foot and, with extreme domineering force, used his toe to lift Mrs. Hill's round chin.

Looking down at the other person with undisguised, naked aggression in his eyes: "I'm furious right now."