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

Inside the medical tent.

Hearing his underling's frantic screams, Mark's expression immediately changed, and he angrily demanded, "Do you even know how to treat someone?! Why didn't you use anesthesia?!"

Without even looking up, Lynn clenched the hemostat in her hand and coldly retorted:

"Shut up! If your nonsense interferes with his treatment and causes him to become paralyzed, I won't take responsibility!"

Upon hearing this, Mark was immediately rendered speechless.

He could only stand aside, his face ashen, his noodles twitching slightly.

He sneered inwardly, determined to teach Lynn a lesson later.

The two were locked in a fierce argument, neither paying attention to the younger brother who was constantly groaning in pain on the operating table.

Fear +5

Fear +5

Fear +5

"..."

Looking at the constantly fluctuating emotion of "fear" in front of him, Lynn's lips curled slightly.

His movements suddenly became even more violent, with each cleaning almost scraping the periosteum.

"Oh! Shit! My God!"

The little brother kept rolling his eyes, his voice was hoarse from shouting, and he was completely oblivious to the world around him.

Tick!Tick!

Time passed by, second by second.

It took less than twenty minutes in total.

"Done."

Lynn tied the last stitch perfectly, then casually took off the blood-stained gloves and threw them into the trash can.

After recounting everything that happened last night, he turned to Mark and said, "The surgery was a success. Let's pay the balance."

Mark frowned and remained silent, then suspiciously approached his younger brother on the hospital bed.

Although the younger brother was in so much pain that he was drenched in cold sweat, he was still relatively conscious.

"How is it?"

Mark squinted, staring intently at his underling's neatly bandaged wound, his expression seemingly calm but his heart pounding with shock.

He brought this underling with him to cause trouble, never expecting Lynn to handle it so well.

If it were his younger brother Victor in this situation, it would take at least two hours to get started.

Well, it's not certain that it will succeed.

"Brother, I feel..."

The younger brother, sensing the change in his legs, instinctively nodded to indicate that it was alright.

"Um?"

However, before he could even nod, Mark glared at him fiercely.

The warning and implication in his eyes were not concealed at all.

The younger brother's expression faltered slightly, but he instantly understood Mark's meaning. His eyes darted around, and he immediately grabbed Mark's leg and began to wail pitifully:

"Ouch! Boss! My leg! I can't move my leg at all! He ruined my leg!"

Upon hearing this, a glint flashed in Mark's narrow eyes.

Without warning, he suddenly turned around, pointed at Lynn, and began to curse:

"Did you hear me! Your treatment was utter garbage! You crippled him! As agreed, I'm burning this lousy tent down! Is that alright?"

"Fuck! You bunch of bastards are just here to cause trouble!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Mike pulled out his Glock from his crotch, cocked it, and pointed the dark muzzle at Mark's head.

Click click click!

Almost simultaneously, Mark's henchmen drew their pistols without hesitation and aimed them at Mike and Lynn.

The atmosphere inside the tent instantly plummeted to freezing point, ready to explode at any moment!

Faced with this tense situation, Mark grinned smugly, "That's right, I'm here to cause trouble!"

He stared intently into Lynn's eyes:

"Listen carefully, my brother's name is Victor. Now, do you know who I am?"

Lynn remained expressionless and shook his head naturally: "I don't know him, I've never heard of him."

"Still pretending with me!"

Mark bit his forehead, veins bulging: "My brother is the attending physician at KK Clinic!"

Hearing this, Lynn raised an eyebrow and understood, all the clues in his mind instantly connecting.

No wonder this guy has been biting me like a mad dog all day.

It turns out he's the brother of the shady doctor at KK Clinic.

"I see, you're from the Blood Wolf Gang?"

Lynn remained completely calm, resting her hands on the table as she observed the other person with great interest.

"That's right! You do have some knowledge."

Mark Qian chuckled, his voice gradually turning cold: "I'm asking you, is my brother's death related to you?"

"Oh."

Lynn chuckled lightly, not answering directly: "You came to me with men and guns, looking very menacing. Whether I say it's related or not is probably irrelevant now, isn't it?"

"Hahaha! Good lad, you're quite clever and calm!"

Mark immediately laughed at Lynn's calm attitude.

He originally intended to use the pretext of causing trouble to shoot Lynn dead right there.

But after witnessing Lynn's almost inhuman medical skills firsthand, he quickly changed his mind.

A dead enemy is worthless.

But a top-notch, living black market doctor can continuously generate huge profits for the gang!

"I won't waste any more words."

Mark's smile vanished, replaced by a ruthless expression: "Now, I'm giving you two choices. First, get riddled with bullets right now and your shabby tent dies with you!"

"Secondly, cooperate with our Blood Wolf Gang and obediently sign a contract of servitude, then you'll be solely responsible for treating our brothers' illnesses!"

"cooperate?"

Lynn stroked his chin, feigning deep thought: "Your Blood Wolf Gang is rich and powerful, how much salary can you offer me?"

"Salary? Hahahaha!"

Mark seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world; his face suddenly darkened, and he said fiercely:

"Not a single penny! You fucking have to work for us for free to pay for my brother's life! It's either work for free or die! You choose!"

"Free? That's really unfortunate."

Lynn's smile vanished instantly, her eyes turning icy cold: "I don't want to choose either of these options."

"Fine, fine, you fucking want to die!"

Ma's patience was completely exhausted, and he suddenly pulled out the golden revolver and aimed it directly at Lynn's forehead.

"Ha, I might not die."

Lynn's expression remained unchanged. Instead, he pointed a finger outside the tent: "Before you fire, I suggest you... take a look outside."

Mark's heart skipped a beat; he had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

After giving a signal with his eyes, the henchman behind him immediately raised his gun, stepped forward slowly, and suddenly flung open the curtain.

"Click!"

The moment he saw what was happening outside, the henchman dropped his gun in fright.

His legs trembled violently, and he turned his head, screaming in a hoarse voice, "Boss... Boss..."

Mark's heart skipped a beat, and he pushed his younger brother aside to peer inside.

One glance sent chills down my spine, and I felt a cold shiver run down my spine to the top of my head.

Outside the tent, there was a dense crowd of homeless people, at least a hundred!

The tent was packed with homeless people, men and women, young and old, like a tide that made it impossible to move!

The group of homeless people didn't shout or curse; they just stood there lifelessly.

A kind of almost morbid fanaticism and coldness flickered in everyone's eyes.

In their hands were either rusty syringe needles or broken glass bottles covered in some unknown sticky liquid.

There were even old, rusty chainsaws covered in grease!

Fear +10

Fear +10

Fear +10

……

This visually striking scene terrified Mark's henchmen.

Some people even had suspicious water stains seeping from their crotches.

Damn it, how many bullets do they have in their guns?

If these lunatics pounce on us, we won't even need to fire a shot; we could just tear them apart with our teeth!

"As I just said, I don't want to make a choice."

At the same time, Lynn's devilish whispers rang in Mark's ears.

Gudong~

Mark swallowed hard, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

They are indeed gang members, but they are not the Bloods or the Cripples!

Normally, a shopping spree involves at most a few dozen people; I've never seen such a large-scale event before!

In an instant, the thought of retreating arose in his mind.

With so many henchmen watching behind him, he could only shout, his voice trembling with fear, "I'll let you go today, let's go!"

However, before he could turn around and leave, Mike stood like an iron tower blocking the doorway.

"Wait, no rush."

Lynn's posture grew increasingly arrogant, and his tone was mocking: "Boss Mark, it seems you haven't settled the final payment for your medical bills yet."

Mark's eye twitched, and his expression turned extremely ugly.

Money is not the problem; the problem is that giving him money is tantamount to him admitting defeat.

If this gets back to the gang, his reputation will definitely suffer a significant drop.

But when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

He shook his head and slowly took out his wallet.

After taking a look, his expression instantly turned even worse.

What's more embarrassing than giving money is that he doesn't have enough!

Before coming here, he never even considered spending money!

In the end, he could only coax together five thousand US dollars with a stiff face.

"Now, can we go?" Mark threw the money on the table, his eyes red with utter humiliation.

"Wait, no rush."

Lynn tapped the table with his long fingers, pointing to the muddy footprints and bloodstained gauze on the ground: "You've dirtied my property, you owe me a cleaning fee."

"Don't you fucking push your luck!"

Mark instantly flew into a rage, taking a step forward: "...How much will the cleaning fee be?!"

Lynn grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth: "Not much, exactly five thousand dollars."

"Five thousand! I don't have a single cent left!"

Mark's expression was extremely ugly, as if he had swallowed three pounds of flies.

"No money? No money is easy to solve."

Lynn's gaze slowly moved downwards, finally landing on the golden revolver at Mark's waist: "That revolver is nice. I can give you a five thousand dollar discount!"

"you!"

Mark's face turned pale and then flushed, with veins bulging on his forehead and puffs of white smoke rising from them.

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! This is outrageous!

In that instant, he felt an urge to fight to the death.

But when he saw the menacing army of zombies outside the door, he suddenly felt less impulsive.

"Give!"

Gritting his teeth, Mark humiliatingly unbuckled the gold revolver from his waist and slammed it onto the table.

Without looking back, he led his men and fled in disgrace.

As the Blood Wolf Gang fled in disarray, the homeless men outside the tent erupted in deafening cheers!

"Long live Mr. Lin!"

"Long live the miracle doctor!"

[Respect +1]

[Respect +1]

[Respect +1]

……

Amidst the deafening cheers of the homeless, Lynn turned and walked expressionlessly into the tent.

He didn't wave or greet them at all, and didn't even give the homeless a glance.

But none of the homeless people felt any anger at being ignored.

Instead, they believed that a strong person like Lynn should naturally have this attitude.

In America, a land that naturally admires strength, power is everything!

at the same time.

Lynn narrowed his eyes as he entered the tent.

Several lines of small, luminous text have been appearing in front of me for quite some time.

However, there was no time to study it under the previous tense situation.

Now that things have finally come to an end, I can finally calm down and take stock.

[Hospitality has escalated to Level 1!]

[Drawing survival skills...]

[Killing Intent Radar (Beginner) has been issued...]

Looking at the shimmering, light-colored text flashing before his eyes, Lynn's lips slowly curved into a smile of pleasure.

That's right, thanks to the intense hostility that Mark and his gang of mobsters unleashed without restraint.

The stagnant [hostility] emotion has finally successfully crossed the LV1 threshold and drawn a new survival skill!

"Killing Intent Radar..."

Lynn repeated the name.

The next second, the skill information appeared out of thin air in my mind.

It felt very strange, as if I had been born with this ability.

It was just that it had been dormant for a long time and was only just being awakened.

Everything was so smooth, everything happened so naturally.

"I see……"

After processing the information from the [Killing Intent Radar], Lynn lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

The so-called "killing intent radar" is exactly what it sounds like.

Simply put, it means being able to sense in advance who among the people around you harbors genuine malice towards you, or whether a deadly sniper is secretly aimed at you.

Overall, it's an extremely hardcore life-saving skill!

Classifying it as a survival skill is not wrong.

However, from a practical point of view, it can actually be considered a perception skill.

"Excellent, very good!"

Lynn flicked his cigarette ash and nodded with great satisfaction.

The strategic value of this [Killing Intent Radar] is absolutely no less than that of the previous [General Medicine] and [Street Fighting].

In the United States, a country where magazines are emptied at the drop of a hat, the value of the [Killing Intent Radar] will be magnified infinitely!

After all, no matter how good your kung fu is or how rich you are, you can't withstand a deadly sneak attack from the shadows.

With this skill as a foundation, one's survivability is undoubtedly enhanced to an epic degree.

Although it is only in its initial stage now, the scope of perception is still relatively limited.

But if it is upgraded to a high level or even the maximum level in the future, wouldn't that be a different kind of "Observation Haki"?

call……

Slowly exhaling a cloud of murky smoke, Lynn summoned the control panel again.

[Host] Lynn

[Age] 30 years old

[Height] 183cm

【Weight】 64kg

【已解锁情绪】感恩 LV3（310/500）、愤怒 LV0（50/100）、恐惧 LV1（190/200），敌意LV1（5/200）、爱慕LV1（20/200）、尊敬LV1（20/200）

[Skills] General Medicine (Advanced), Street Fighting (Beginner), Natural Fragrance (Beginner), Leadership Aura (Beginner), Killing Intent Radar (Beginner).

Lynn's gaze quickly swept over the "Fear" section, and the corners of his mouth instantly curled into a Nike shape!

as predicted!

Thanks to the contributions of Mark and his underlings, especially the one who was shot.

The [Fear] emotion is only 10 points away from reaching LV2.

The time to draw a new survival skill again is just around the corner.

"I have to say, Mark came at just the right time; this wave of emotional points was delivered at the perfect moment."

Just then, Lynn seemed to have thought of something.

His gaze lingered on the heavy gold revolver on the table, and on the pile of crumpled, scattered US dollars.

Let's set aside the $10,000 in cash for now.

The gold revolver on the table alone, with its exaggerated design and exquisite craftsmanship, is definitely not an ordinary item.

This is a large-caliber, high-purity gold-plated revolver with custom engraving.

The price is conservatively estimated to be around $8000 to $10000.

So, when you calculate it that way...

Today's sales are absolutely phenomenal!

Thinking of this, Lynn couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Mark, you really are a wonderful person."