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

Mark had just hung up the phone when he felt a surge of inexplicable heat throughout his body.

He glanced at the Latina woman beside him who had just finished rinsing her mouth, and a sudden surge of anger welled up inside him.

Looking at the consultation table that originally belonged to her younger brother, an extremely strong impulse immediately arose in her mind.

I wish I could pin this woman down on the table right now and vent my anger on her!

However, when his gaze shifted down to the woman's belly, he forcefully suppressed that impulse.

"Come here and kneel down!"

Mark lit a cigarette, his voice as cold as a knife chilled to the bone.

The Latina woman's long eyelashes fluttered, a hint of humiliation flashing in her eyes, her voice trembling unnaturally: "Again...again?"

"Shut up! Stop talking nonsense!"

Mark yelled impatiently and leaned back on the dilapidated sofa in a wide-open, imposing posture.

The Latina woman's face twitched violently a few times, and in the end, she could only bite her lip helplessly and slowly approach.

"Gurgle...gurgle..."

As a strange noise echoed in the clinic lobby, Mark's furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

Their faces simultaneously revealed an expression of extreme enjoyment and rapture.

buzzing-

At the crucial moment, the phone on the sofa suddenly vibrated as if on cue.

Mark immediately looked displeased and hung up without even looking.

However, before he could recapture his pleasure, the phone rang again and again!

"Damn it! Are you looking for death?!"

Mark cursed under his breath in annoyance, and was about to answer the phone and unleash a torrent of abuse.

But when he caught a glimpse of the caller ID on the screen, he froze.

His pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes became much clearer, and his agitation subsided like a receding tide.

It was the leader of the Blood Wolf Gang who personally attacked!

Feeling Mark shrink back, the Latina woman stopped what she was doing and looked up in confusion.

"Don't stop! Keep going!"

Mark glared at the woman fiercely, then took a deep breath and quickly answered the phone.

The hostility on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a soft, even slightly obsequious tone: "Boss, you wanted to see me?"

"Mark, I heard... something happened to your brother?"

Soon, a slightly hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Yes, boss," Mark gritted his teeth and replied in a low voice.

"Oh, please accept my condolences. Your brother Martin was a good doctor. His passing is a loss to our gang. Please take care of yourself and don't be too sad."

On the other end of the phone, the man referred to as "boss" offered soft words of comfort.

"Thank you for your concern, boss. I understand." Mark thanked him repeatedly, a touch of emotion rising in his heart.

But the next second, the tone on the other end of the phone abruptly changed:

"However, there's a small problem. Your brother's KK Clinic has always been the exclusive treatment center for our Blood Wolf Gang. Now that this situation has arisen... if any of the brothers in the gang get gunshot wounds, we can't exactly send them to a regular hospital, can we?"

Upon hearing this, Mark's smile gradually faded, but his tone remained impeccable: "Boss, please give your orders directly."

"Mark, I just hope you don't let your grief affect the gang's operations. Not having a dedicated healing spot is a huge problem for us."

"Therefore, I need to trouble you to find a new alternative as soon as possible. I want to see the results within three days."

He spoke of hope and trouble, but the chilling command in his tone left no room for argument.

Upon hearing this, Mark's expression gradually darkened, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

His brother's body was barely cold, and this bastard's first reaction was to urge him to find a new quack doctor!

Although he was furious, Mark dared not show it. He could only grit his teeth and squeeze out a few words: "No problem, boss. I'll find a new medical station tomorrow..."

At this point, a thought flashed through Mark's mind.

As if suddenly remembering something, he hurriedly said, "Boss! I know a very suitable medical point!"

"Oh? Where?" The boss's voice showed some interest.

"Near South King Street, in the homeless park!"

"Southern King Street?" The boss's tone held a hint of scrutiny. "It's not another one opened by your brother or relative, is it?"

Mark's lips twitched violently, and he quickly denied it:

"No! Absolutely not! I just happened to know of this place. I've heard their medical skills are quite good, but I haven't been there to investigate yet."

"I see..." The boss immediately made the decision:

"Then take some people to inspect the site tomorrow. If it's suitable, secure this location for me within three days. Can you do that?"

"Yes! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!" Mark straightened his back and his voice was firm and resolute.

"Yeah, I trust you with this. Hehe, do a good job, Mark. Once I retire, the Blood Wolf Gang... will be yours sooner or later!"

The boss, with practiced ease, made a few empty promises and then hung up the phone.

As soon as the dial tone came through the receiver, the respectful smile on Mark's face vanished instantly, replaced by an extreme distortion and ferocity.

"Pah! You greedy bastards who only care about profit!"

Mark spat hard and took a deep breath of nicotine to calm himself down.

Then, he dialed the number of the tall, dreadlocked man again, his tone chilling, and said one sentence:

"Tomorrow, I'll send a few skilled men, armed with their gear, to personally investigate the illegal medical clinic in the homeless park!"

"Hmm~"

As he hung up the phone, the Latina woman beneath him tilted her head back, her expression quite strange.

Mark looked down and realized that Yun Chang was somewhat listless because he had been too nervous.

Mark immediately felt his self-esteem had been greatly insulted!

He glared fiercely at the Latina woman, grabbed her head, and roared, "What are you looking at! Han, come out here!"

Upon hearing this, the Latina woman was so frightened that she quickly lowered her head and continued.

"call……"

Mark looked up and let out a long sigh of relief, his gaze returning to the dilapidated consultation table, as if he could see his brother's busy figure again.

A moment later, he tossed away his cigarette butt, his eyes flashing with malice: "Victor... I won't let you die in vain!"

……

The next day.

The morning sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains.

When Lynn, his mouth greasy, slowly woke up from the soft bed, thinking about giving Mrs. Hill an extra meal.

But he found that Mrs. Hill's voluptuous figure was no longer by his side.

On the large bed, only a human figure formed by sweat stains remained.

Recalling the scene from last night, which happened again and again, and even in various ways.

Lynn involuntarily reached out and rubbed her aching lower back.

"Hiss... I have to buy some oysters and seafood to replenish my energy today." Lynn shook his head with a wry smile.

If this mother and daughter keep taking turns draining my water without any restraint, when will my weight ever go from the "small dog" level to the "explosive" level?

Shaking her head to clear her mind of the erotic images, Lynn got out of bed, dressed, and opened the bedroom door.

Before he could even go into the bathroom to relieve himself, he heard a loud commotion coming from the lawn outside.

With a hint of curiosity, Lynn strolled through the hallway toward the living room door.

As they drew closer, Mrs. Hill's sharp, disgruntled tone could be clearly heard:

"I can weed my own door whenever I want! Besides, I'm only a few days late, why are you rushing me? Do you think you're the police?!"

"And who gave you permission to step on my lawn without my consent? Get out of here right now!"

As soon as the words were spoken, another soft female voice rang out:

"Mrs. Hill, please watch your manners. This isn't the first time you've exceeded the allotted time! The lawn here is a full 2 ​​centimeters higher than the community's standard height!"

"As a member of the community council, and especially as your neighbor, I have a duty to remind you! If your slovenly behavior causes a drop in the overall property values ​​of our community, our council has the full right to take legal action to force you to sell your house here!"

Hearing the broken English pronunciation with a very obvious accent outside the door, Lynn raised an eyebrow and immediately made a judgment.

The only people who can speak English so strangely are either from Xiao Rizi or Xiao Bangzi.

Hmm, and add a small curry.

However, the voice didn't have that colonel or curry flavor; instead, it had a kimchi flavor.

He's definitely Korean.

To verify his hypothesis, Lynn pushed open the door and walked out of the room.

Sure enough, the facts were exactly as I had guessed.

The woman standing on the lawn, arguing fiercely with Mrs. Hill, was a Korean woman with a sophisticated, athletic style.

Lynn immediately squinted and looked him up and down.

The woman was around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, at the peak of her maturity.

He was wearing a white visor-style sun hat with the Lululemon logo on his head.

Those clear, warm eyes seemed to be constantly veiled with a thin layer of moisture, making them extremely alluring.

The bridge of the nose is exquisite and high, and the tip of the nose is rounded and has a soft glow, which is obviously due to the meticulous sculpting of top medical aesthetics.

She wore a tight-fitting white sports bra on her upper body, and the outline of her abs was clearly visible on her flat, fair abdomen.

They had probably just finished exercising; a few glistening beads of sweat still clung to them, shimmering with a healthy and alluring glow in the sunlight.

The most eye-catching part is the lower body.

Her lower body was covered by a pair of extremely form-fitting light gray Lululemon yoga pants.

Paired with white ankle socks that cover slender ankles, it gives off a youthful and sporty vibe.

However, Lynn, being an experienced driver, didn't look at her rather meager chest for the first time.

Instead, it landed with extreme precision on a specific recessed seam in the yoga pants.

I had heard long ago that Lululemon's yoga pants have an exceptional cut and are extremely flattering.

Seeing it with my own eyes now, it truly lives up to its reputation!

Because the fabric is extremely tight and clings to the body, the ω-shaped outline is clearly visible!

"Mrs. Hill, what's wrong so early in the morning?"

Lynn withdrew his aggressive gaze, put his hands in his pockets, and walked over, feigning ignorance.

Seeing Lynn emerge, Mrs. Hill seemed to have found her anchor, and immediately snorted coldly, "What bad luck to run into someone meddling in my business so early in the morning!"

"Watch your words, Mrs. Hill!"

The Korean woman frowned and corrected her, "I'm just fulfilling my duties as a community committee member. Please understand and cooperate!"

After saying that, she turned around and looked at Lynn with some suspicion.

When his gaze fell on Lynn's perfectly sculpted jawline, which looked as if it had been meticulously carved by a frost-covered blade, he was clearly taken aback.

The originally harsh voice softened considerably: "Who are you? I've never seen you before in the community."

Before Lynn could introduce himself, Mrs. Hill stepped forward like a fierce tigress protecting her food, blocking Lynn's path:

"These are my tenants! What, does your committee think you can control everything, even who I rent my house to? Do you have the right to do that?"

"The tenant..."

Upon hearing this, the Korean woman's lips curled into a meaningful, cold smile.

After giving Lynn a deep look, he said in an extremely sarcastic tone, "Mrs. Hill, you've been eating quite well lately."

"Oh!"

Faced with this veiled insult, Mrs. Hill, with her formidable fighting spirit, launched a merciless counterattack:

"Of course! I eat better than you! After all... your little husband at home, who can barely open his eyes, probably can't satisfy you at all, right? Otherwise, where would you get such a temper and start picking fights so early in the morning?"

Having said that, Mrs. Hill, with extreme malice, stretched out her right hand, pinching her thumb and forefinger together, making a gesture that left only a tiny gap.

That's the gesture that can instantly break any South Korean man's defenses!

"You...you're shameless!"

Upon seeing this gesture, the Korean woman instantly broke down.

Perhaps Mrs. Hill's words hit her sore spot, because her delicate face immediately turned bright red.

She glared fiercely at Mrs. Hill, gritting her teeth as she uttered a harsh threat:

"Three days! No! Twenty-four hours! You must clean the lawn completely! Otherwise, I will immediately report this to the community committee and request enforcement!"

After saying that, she angrily swayed her round and pert buttocks and strode away.

"Who is this?"

Lynn's gaze lingered on the other woman's full, swaying buttocks as she walked.

The image of this Korean woman did indeed remind him of the beloved Third Holy Mother from his childhood memories.

The two have a striking resemblance in their eyes and eyebrows.

"A despicable and malicious neighbor named Park Soo-yeon!"

Mrs. Hill rolled her eyes and said irritably, "She just got into the community committee because her husband has some money, and she's always using her power to cause trouble!"

"Alright, let's not talk about this spoilsport anymore. Honey, are you hungry? I'll go to the kitchen and make you breakfast right away."

"No."

Lynn grinned, grabbed Mrs. Hill's wrist, and yanked her back into the house.

He pinned Mrs. Hill against the door, pressing his large hand against her head, and said slowly, "I'm... very angry right now!"

The outfit Park Soo-yeon wore earlier really angered him.

Why not just show off your graduation photos instead of dressing like that for a run?

Hearing Lynn's suggestive words, Mrs. Hill smiled charmingly and wrapped her arms around Lynn's neck like a water snake: "Getting too hot-tempered? Then let me help you cool down..."

"Wait a minute." Lynn reached out and pinched Mrs. Hill's chin, his eyes playful.

"That woman just mocked you for eating well, why didn't you refute her? What, aren't you afraid others will find out?"

"What's there to be afraid of? We're all adults." Mrs. Hill licked her red lips nonchalantly, her eyes almost glazing at him.

Lynn chuckled, stepped forward, and pressed him, her breath hot on his face, "Then tell me... just how good am I? Answer me!"

"This..." Mrs. Hill was stunned.

For a moment, I didn't know how to describe that ultimate experience that made my soul leave my body.

Noticing Mrs. Hill's expression, Lynn's face darkened. "Think carefully before you answer. If your answer doesn't satisfy me, you're out of luck with your extra meal today!"

After saying that, he raised his large palm and gestured a few times, then gently blew on it: "I just can't bring myself to slap you like that."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Hill immediately became anxious.

She bit her lip, her eyes darting around, racking her brains for a long time.

Suddenly her eyes lit up, and she slowly moved closer to Lynn, deliberately lowering her voice:

"Because you can always find a source when you cite a passage."

Lynn was taken aback at first, then his pupils suddenly dilated!

It took me a full two seconds to understand the profound meaning of that sentence!

A few minutes later.

[Adoration +5]

[Adoration +5]

[Adoration +5]

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