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

"BOSS..."

Just as Lynn was admiring his spoils, Mike, the Black Dragon, lifted the curtain and walked in with a dark expression.

He lowered his head, his tone revealing deep self-reproach and frustration:

"I've personally led men to make sure Mark and his gang get out of the public territory, but..."

"It's just that the brothers on the outer perimeter were all injured by them. It's all my fault for not arranging the security properly, which almost put you in danger..."

As Mike thought about it, he became increasingly angry.

He suddenly raised his right hand and slapped himself hard across the face.

A crisp snap echoed clearly inside the tent.

Lynn shook his head, his tone calm: "This isn't entirely your fault. The other side were Blood Wolf Gang elites, clearly well-prepared. It's normal that the brothers on the perimeter couldn't defend against them."

"By the way, how are they doing? Bring them here and I'll treat them myself."

"No need for you to do it yourself, Boss."

Mike's eyes were a little red, and he shook his head with emotion: "They're not serious, mostly just superficial wounds and bruises. They'll be fine after a few days of rest."

"Is that so..."

Lynn hesitated for a moment, then pulled out ten small bills from the table and stuffed them into Mike's hand, his tone becoming more serious:

"Mike, you're their leader, you should do something about this."

"Take this money and buy some good wine and meat to comfort our wounded brothers. Also, tell them their blood wasn't shed in vain, understand?"

"Understood! Thank you, Boss!"

Looking at the heavy banknotes in his hand, Mike's dark face was filled with overwhelming emotion.

In the homeless community, which leader would be willing to spend real money to appease their subordinates?

[Thanksgiving +20]

Another substantial amount of emotional value has been credited to the account.

Whoosh!

Just then, the heavy curtain was suddenly flung open again.

Right White Tiger Kane rushed into the tent, his face flushed and neck thick, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

They had obviously just received the news and were rushing here.

After rushing into the tent, Kane ignored Mike and anxiously looked Lynn up and down, asking urgently:

"Boss! Are you alright? I heard that the Blood Wolf Gang's mad dogs brought some men to cause trouble!"

"I'm fine."

Lynn shook his head casually: "They've already tucked their tails between their legs and left."

Upon hearing this, Kane's tense expression relaxed somewhat.

But the next moment, he abruptly turned his head, his eyes blazing with fury, and began to hurl insults at Mike:

"You useless, dark-skinned piece of trash! What did I tell you? I ordered you to be the BOSS's personal bodyguard, and this is how you protect him?!"

"They actually let the Blood Wolf Gang sneak into the main tent with guns! If even a single hair on the BOSS's head is missing, I'll chop you up and feed you to the dogs!"

Kane's anger at this moment was definitely not feigned.

Only after following Lynn did he truly understand how hard his life had been before.

At this moment, he genuinely didn't want anything to happen to Lynn.

"I……"

Faced with Kane's torrential rant, Mike, who is usually hot-tempered, was unusually speechless this time.

With a dark expression and her head bowed, she did not refute.

After all, no matter what, it was indeed a serious dereliction of duty on his part for Mark to lead his men to the tent entrance so quietly.

"alright."

Lynn waved his hand, his tone carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"The other side were professional gang members who came prepared. Our men were not professionally trained and had no experience, so it's normal that they were tricked."

Upon hearing this, Kane glared fiercely at Mike and said no more.

For a moment, the tent fell silent.

After a pause, Kane slowly raised his head, his cold gaze fixed on the outside of the tent, and suddenly asked, "Boss, wasn't that guy who led the way just now Mark from the Blood Wolf Gang?"

Lynn nodded: "Yes."

Kane nodded calmly upon hearing this.

The anger on his face seemed to vanish instantly, replaced by a chilling, sinister look.

"Got it, I'll go take care of him tonight."

These words seemed to possess some kind of supernatural power.

The tent fell into an instant silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Kane's voice was extremely calm, and his expression remained completely unperturbed.

It's like talking about something extremely ordinary.

But these casual words made Lynn raise an eyebrow.

He always considered himself to be a radical enough ruthless and decisive person.

To everyone's surprise, Kane was ten times more aggressive than him!

Without a word, they went straight to cancel the account.

Based on his understanding of Kane, the other party was definitely not joking.

Kane went to deal with that quack doctor named Victor, and Victor died that very night.

Now that he's personally named Mark as someone to be killed, the other guy definitely won't live much longer.

After all, who the hell could stand being stared at by a retired Rambo who crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood?

"Yeah! Let's fuck that son of a bitch to death! I'm bringing my weapons and coming with you tonight!"

Mike nodded in agreement, his rough, dark face etched with cruelty and violence, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists. "Tonight I'm going to crush his balls with my own hands!"

The attack by Mark and his gang today made him lose face in front of the BOSS.

This was an absolutely intolerable and humiliating disgrace for him, who considered himself Lynn's number one loyal dog!

He had to do something bloody immediately to prove his worth.

Otherwise, not only would Lynn think of him, but even the group of underlings on the periphery would consider him a softie who would break at the slightest touch.

Once you're labeled as weak in this cannibalistic neighborhood, it'll be really hard to lead the team from now on!

"Take you with me?" Kane tilted his head slightly, giving Mike a once-over with an undisguised sneer playing on his lips.

"You're such a stupid, clumsy fool. You don't even realize someone's sneaking up on your doorstep and pointing a gun at your head. What are we taking you for? To be a moving, live target for the enemy?"

"Me! You're talking nonsense!"

Mike was instantly enraged, his chest heaving violently.

But Kane was stating an undeniable fact, and Kane simply couldn't refute it.

His originally charcoal-black face turned bright red from the effort, resembling a dark red lobster in a muddy pond.

"alright!"

Lynn waved her hand to interrupt the argument, looking at Mike with an unquestionable gaze: "Don't bother joining in the fun."

Then, he turned his gaze to Kane's deep, guttural voice:

"I will consider your suggestion, but definitely not now. Killing a Mark is indeed easy, but that doesn't solve the core problem!"

"Once a Mark dies, the Blood Wolf Gang will immediately choose a second, or even a third, Mark to take his place."

"We're not facing just a street thug, we're facing the entire Blood Wolf Gang!"

After a pause, Lynn raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as he stared at Kane and asked:

"Do you really think you can wipe out the entire Blood Wolf Gang all by yourself? Do you even know how many people are in the Blood Wolf Gang? Do you know where they usually hide?"

Upon hearing this, Kane's lips moved slightly, as if he were rapidly calculating something in his mind.

A few seconds later, under the watchful eyes of Lynn and Mike, Kane nodded with utmost seriousness:

"Sure, but... I might need some time to clean up the scene and deal with the body."

"..."

Lynn's eyes widened, and he felt his head buzzing.

No, what the hell?

His intention was simply to use these practical issues to give Kane a warning and dissuade him from the idea of ​​seeking revenge alone.

To my surprise, Kane's answer after careful consideration was actually possible?

This is absolutely outrageous!

Even if Rambo himself stepped out of the movie, he wouldn't be any better.

Mike, standing to the side, was also quite shocked. His big, round eyes blinked rapidly as he looked Kane up and down as if he were an alien.

His lips moved for a long time, but in the end he couldn't help but sneer:

"Hey bro, aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew when you're bragging?"

"I'll leave everything else aside for now. I just want to know, how many people are in the Blood Wolf Gang exactly? Don't give me vague estimates, be specific!"

"Five core members, plus peripheral henchmen, a total of twenty-five people," Kane answered without hesitation.

Mike visibly paused, but his skepticism didn't fade: "Anyone can make up numbers. Who knows if you're just making up these twenty-five people?"

Kane didn't even bother to look at Mike, squinting and reciting a long list of names without any emotion:

"The current leader of the Blood Wolf Gang, Powell Cross, usually keeps a low profile. In addition to Mark, the core members include One-Eyed Dexter, who is in charge of smuggling; Lennie, who manages the distribution of the enhancement agents; Silas, who runs the underground gambling dens; and Vance, the number one enforcer."

After a pause, Kane continued, "The remaining twenty peripheral members include Rico, who guards the place; Chui, who specializes in stealing cars; Kester, who lends money at extortionate interest rates; and Billy, the mad dog who likes to extort money on the street..."

Kane rattled off all twenty-five names in one breath without a single stumble.

Having said that, he looked at the completely stunned Mike, his chin slightly raised: "Now, do you believe me?"

"I...you..." Mike's mouth opened wider and wider, the exaggerated arc of which could easily fit a light bulb inside.

I was so surprised that I couldn't even express it.

This memory and intelligence network are simply incredible!

"You've investigated the Blood Wolf Gang's entire background so thoroughly!"

Lynn was equally shaken.

At this moment, I realized once again that I had underestimated the value of Kane, a former special forces soldier.

"Yes, Boss!"

Kane turned to face Lynn, his posture ramrod straight: "A couple of days ago you asked me to find black market drug channels, and I was thinking of starting by investigating the network of relationships of that dead black market doctor Victor."

"As a result, the trail led back to his brother Mark. Just to be on the safe side, I spent a little more time thoroughly investigating the entire Blood Wolf Gang structure behind Mark."

"Well done! Tell me the details!"

Lynn's eyes brightened slightly, and he felt more and more that recruiting Kane was the right decision he had ever made.

Kane nodded, his voice clear and organized:

"The Blood Wolf Gang is mainly active in the Red Hook neighborhood of the South District. They primarily control two lucrative establishments: the Rusty Anchor Bar and an underground strip club called 'Dark'."

"Besides that, their main source of income is the extortion of protection fees from businesses in the surrounding three blocks."

"Of course, they also do some low-end small business, such as stealing, modifying, and selling stolen cars, as well as distributing methamphetamine for large mafia groups."

"Considering its firepower and personnel size, it can only be considered a lower-middle-class street gang in South Seattle."

After Kane finished speaking, the medical tent fell silent again.

Lynn and Mike exchanged glances instinctively, both seeing a sense of shock in each other's eyes.

Mike, in particular, had his eyes practically bulging into two enormous testicles.

This information is way too damn detailed!

Even the Seattle Police Department probably doesn't have such detailed information.

No, absolutely not!

Because in America, the police simply don't bother investigating these small-scale street gangs.

Unless a major, earth-shattering case is uncovered, the police generally turn a blind eye.

American police officers would never do something that's thankless, strenuous, and doesn't offer any financial reward.

"This...is all of this information that you investigated in just one day?"

Lynn took a deep breath and looked intently at Kane.

"Yes."

Kane nodded calmly, then seemed to remember something and added, "Of course, to improve efficiency, I used some of the funds you gave me to find a few informants in the Red Hook neighborhood and buy some information."

"Spending money is no problem," Lynn said, not holding back her praise. "You did a fantastic job!"

What's a little money to Lin Hua?

Even an ordinary person, with a lot of US dollars, wouldn't be able to investigate so thoroughly in a single day.

What do you mean by "professional"?

That's what you call professionalism!

"Thank you for the compliment, Boss."

Kane's lips curled slightly upwards, his expression very restrained.

But soon, his expression turned serious, and a cold killing intent resurfaced:

"Boss, even if we don't kill Mark right now, we absolutely cannot just sit here and wait to die!"

"That mad dog Mark suffered a huge loss here today; given his personality, there's absolutely no way he'll let this go!"

"Moreover, this time it wasn't just Mark who lost face, but also the reputation of the entire Blood Wolf Gang."

"The next time they pounce, we won't just be facing a few pistols, but the entire Blood Wolf Gang's furious retaliation!"

"At this point, Kane's eyes turned ruthless: 'Therefore, we must strike first and nip it in the bud!'"

"Yes! Kane is right this time! We must strike first!"

Mike slapped his thigh and shouted in agreement, "I'll go gather the brothers on the outskirts right now! Tonight, we're charging straight into Red Hook Street and fucking the Blood Wolf Gang to hell!"

Faced with the strong requests of his two generals to fight, Lynn did not immediately express his opinion.

He slowly lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and smiled meaningfully: "What kind of behavior is this, always shouting about fighting and killing? We're not a gang. What will the citizens outside think of us?"

???

Mike instantly looked confused.

No fighting or killing? Not a gang?

So what are they now?

Are they all law-abiding citizens who pay taxes and attend church services every week?

Kane also frowned, a hint of confusion in his eyes:

"Boss, if I may be so bold, being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to yourself. We absolutely cannot let them go easily, otherwise..."

"Who said I was going to let them go?"

Lynn tilted his head back and slowly exhaled a smoke ring, a dangerous, intriguing smile curving his lips.

"So what do you mean?" Kane looked up.

call……

With extreme pleasure, Lynn unleashed a large, swirling breath, then pointed outside the tent and said in a leisurely tone:

"Tell me, what kind of people are most numerous in this park and even this neighborhood?"

Kane frowned, clearly not quite understanding yet.

Mike, however, immediately brightened up and blurted out, "Homeless people! This wretched place is so bad that even a stray dog ​​wouldn't want to stay here longer than homeless people like us!"

Lynn chuckled softly, his voice enticing: "So, are there more homeless people outside, or more Blood Wolf Gang members?"

"There are definitely a lot of homeless people here! Including those from the surrounding neighborhoods, there must be at least a hundred!"

After answering, Mike suddenly had a flash of inspiration and slapped his forehead:

"Boss, do you really intend to use this group of homeless people to deal with those professional thugs from the Blood Wolf Gang?"

"But...but most of those guys outside are sickly, either drug addicts or disabled; they can't fight at all!"

"They probably died on the spot the moment they heard gunfire, before the fighting even officially started!"

Lynn stubbed out his cigarette completely and gave Mike a deep look:

"Who says you have to personally take up arms and fight to the death to deal with gangs? Who says only hand-to-hand combat can destroy the Blood Wolf Gang?"

Upon hearing this, Kane's heart skipped a beat.

His intuition, honed by years of walking the line between life and death, instantly grasped the deeper meaning in Lynn's words: "Boss, you mean...?"

"That's right." Lynn's lips curved upwards even more, a glint of light flashing in her eyes:

"I have a perfect plan that will wipe out the Blood Wolf Gang without firing a single shot."

"From now on, you just need to do exactly as I say..."

……

at the same time.

Just as Lynn was strategizing and making ingenious plans for the evening.

Eileen, far away in the Seattle Police Department's downtown area, couldn't feel happy at all.

That pale hand gripped the receiver tightly, her brows furrowed in a deep frown.

"Oh, for God's sake, Dad! I swear, this is the last time I'll ever repeat this damn thing to you!"

"I have absolutely, positively, not even the slightest feeling whatsoever for that arrogant Evans!"

P.S.: The data has been bad lately. I hope those who have read this far will give me a good review or send me a free gift. Thank you.

There's still a lot of plot to come, and Annie and Park Soo-yeon will have important roles to play. Those who know, know.