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

[Host] Lynn

【Age】30 years old

Height: 183cm

【Weight】65kg

【已解锁情绪】感恩 LV3（400/500）、愤怒 LV0（50/100）、恐惧 LV1（190/200），敌意LV1（5/200）、爱慕LV1（50/200）、尊敬LV1（50/200）

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

"..."

His eyes quickly scanned the area up and down.

Upon seeing her 65kg weight, Lynn's lips involuntarily curled up slightly.

He had a premonition that his weight should have increased.

The reason is simple, judging from Mrs. Hill's reaction last night, which was like a lump of mud.

His aggressive driving time has clearly increased significantly.

This undoubtedly indicates that his physical fitness and various functions are gradually improving.

With his gaze continuing downwards, Lynn nodded slightly, a plan forming in his mind.

Of all the unlocked emotions, only [Anger] has not yet reached LV1.

In addition, the emotion of [fear] is only one step away from being upgraded, just 10 points away from breaking through.

"Tsk!" Lynn clicked her tongue and gave a self-deprecating laugh, a hint of helplessness in her eyes:

"Looks like I'm still too kind..."

After all this time, the [fear] emotion has only accumulated to fifty points, which is even less than [respect] and [admiration].

"call--"

Lynn slowly exhaled a perfect smoke ring, his eyes deep as he slightly raised his eyelids.

The next step is to focus on collecting data on the emotions of anger and fear.

Thinking of this, Lynn pressed the accelerator harder, a chilling glint in his eyes.

If the plans for the next two days can proceed smoothly.

Therefore, the emotions of anger and fear will inevitably surge and escalate at the same time!

"Boom! Rat-a-tat-tat!"

With a sudden burst of thick black smoke from its exhaust pipe, the eight-handed Camry sped off towards South King Street.

……

Less than half an hour.

Lynn had already driven the vehicle steadily to the outskirts of the homeless park.

Today's homeless park is a far cry from its former chaotic yet bustling state.

At a glance, the lawn is still covered with a dense array of dilapidated tents.

But as far as the eye could see, there were hardly any people in sight.

To be precise, all the able-bodied young homeless people who could move freely had disappeared.

Apart from a dozen or so elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people who could barely turn over and were sprawled on cardboard boxes sunbathing, this campsite was practically a ghost town.

Compared to the exaggerated scene of hundreds of people standing at attention and shouting a few days ago, the park now appears unusually desolate and eerie.

However, Lynn's expression remained unchanged in the face of all this.

His deep eyes were filled with a calm and composed air, as if he had everything under control.

No one knew better than him where the hundreds of young and strong homeless people in the park had gone.

Because he orchestrated this entire grand scheme behind the scenes.

"BOSS".

At that moment, a nimble figure quickly emerged from the corner and approached the car window.

It was none other than Right White Tiger Kane.

Surprisingly, there was no sign of Zuo Heilong Mike by his side.

"Hmm." Lynn nodded slightly, showing no surprise, and simply slowed down the car a little.

"Click!"

The passenger door was flung open, and Kane nimbly slipped inside.

"How's the preparation going?" Lynn asked calmly, one hand on the steering wheel.

"Everything has been arranged exactly as you requested, with Mike personally leading the team at the front lines..."

At this point, Kane's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and his eyes flickered as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Just say what you have to say, don't beat around the bush."

Lynn keenly noticed the subtle change in the other person's expression and spoke calmly.

"BOSS..." Kane frowned deeply, finally unable to hold back the question that had been lingering in his mind:

"I just want to know, why did you assign Mike to lead this mission against the Blood Wolf Gang?"

"Whether it's skill or intelligence, I think I'm a better fit than that big, muscular black guy!"

At this point, Kane's tone still carried a hint of grievance and confusion:

"Is there... something I've done wrong lately that's making you unhappy?"

"this one?"

Upon hearing these aggrieved remarks, Lynn simply laughed, without even bothering with formalities.

You're overthinking it.

Lynn interrupted Kane's reverie, his tone carrying an undeniable authority:

"This task was assigned to Mike simply because he was the most suitable candidate; there was no other reason."

After a pause, Lynn turned his head and stared meaningfully into Kane's eyes, his voice low and deep:

"Furthermore, the reason I didn't send you is because I don't want you to be exposed to those gangs."

"I'll let you know when I really need you to deliver the fatal blow. Don't let me down then!"

Lynn had a very clear understanding of the roles of Kane and Mike from the very beginning.

Mike's loud and boisterous gangster style, coupled with his natural Black identity, destined him to be the one to take the lead and shoulder the blame in the open.

Kane possesses a calm mind and an impressive resume.

To maximize its lethality, it must lurk in the shadows like a venomous snake!

Just like last time, they quietly took down the black doctor Victor.

"clear!"

Upon receiving a clear answer, the gloom in Kane's eyes vanished instantly.

He nodded emphatically, sat up straight, and said no more.

"Oh."

Lynn chuckled softly, gradually increasing the pressure on the accelerator.

The old Camry roared and headed straight for Red Hook Community with Kane in its sleigh.

The show that took place outside the Blood Wolf Gang's territory last night was just an appetizer.

Starting today, the real showdown begins!

As the mastermind behind this grand spectacle, he had to personally witness this moment on site.

The car hadn't gone far when Lynn suddenly clicked his tongue in boredom and sighed with a slightly regretful expression.

Pity……

Such a wonderful show today was a bit less enjoyable without any beautiful women accompanying it.

Thinking of this, Lynn subconsciously pursed her dry lips.

For some reason, an image of a soft-bodied, charming policewoman suddenly popped into my mind.

He found himself falling for the policewoman.

A little, I miss the Japanese.

……

Outside the Rusty Anchor Bar in Red Hook Street.

The streets at dawn present a hellish scene, resembling a post-apocalyptic carnival.

The entire open space outside the bar was a disgusting mess.

Red, yellow, and green splattered together with sticky excrement emitted a pungent stench.

Urine was everywhere, pooling into murky puddles that reeked of foul odor, and suffocating feces were even smeared on the bar's ornate entrance.

Not only that, the ground was littered with shattered beer bottle glass, used strawberry-flavored Okamoto beer bottles, and the torn-open packaging of the Akao delay kit.

There were even several oversized black Ruyi scepters carelessly discarded in the vomit.

Cigarette butts and used syringes were everywhere, even on the bar's exterior glass and neon signs.

The expensive neon sign had been smashed to pieces with bricks and was now sizzling with blue sparks.

Several sanitation workers wearing reflective vests were pinching their noses and looking utterly hopeless as they used high-pressure water guns to wash themselves.

Given the slow and leisurely pace of American sanitation workers, it would take them at least until evening to clean up all that disgusting stuff.

If we pay a high price for expedited service, we might be able to finish cleaning before the bar opens tonight.

If you are unwilling to pay more.

Sorry, it might have to wait until tomorrow or even the day after.

Because American sanitation workers never work overtime, and unions protect their right to work slowly!

This is freedom!

America, a land brimming with the spirit of freedom!

……

at the same time.

The general manager's office is on the second floor of the bar.

The blinds inside were tightly closed, and cigar smoke swirled violently in the enclosed space, making the air quality shockingly poor.

But even more suffocating than the terrible air quality was the extremely heavy atmosphere inside the room.

Will Cross was sitting in the large leather boss's chair, looking like an enraged lion.

He had a half-smoked cigar firmly between his teeth, and his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the front of him. Two huge dark circles under his eyes proved that he had definitely not slept all night.

He was only wearing a high-end silk shirt that he had thrown on haphazardly, and two buttons on the collar had popped off, revealing a large patch of thick, curly chest hair.

Even worse, there were still a few drops of dried vomit left on the collar of the once-white shirt!

Directly opposite the large desk.

Several core members of the gang.

Mark, Lenny, Silas, Vance, and One-Eyed Dexter, among others, all sported the same dark circles under their eyes.

His eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion.

With the Blood Wolf Gang's headquarters suffering such a devastating blow last night, how could they possibly sleep?

For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire office became extremely oppressive.

It's as if it could be ignited instantly with just a lit match.

"Bang!"

At that moment, Will Cross suddenly slammed his hand heavily on the table!

His murderous gaze swept over the group of people in front of him like a sharp blade, and he roared through gritted teeth:

"Did you find out? You bunch of good-for-nothings! Who exactly is behind this sabotage against our Blood Wolf Gang?!"

"Fuck! Since our Blood Wolf Gang was established in this area, we've never suffered such a huge loss in silence!"

"Those damned scumbags actually resorted to such despicable and disgusting biological methods! This is utterly devoid of any underworld principles or ethics!"

Such a person will never gain the Godfather's approval, and will never become a Godfather!

Will Cross angrily ripped open his collar, like a maddened beast.

He would rather immediately take all his brothers to the streets and have a fierce battle with the enemy.

I never want to experience that horrific, hellish scene from last night again!

A real, bloody battle at least has a clear objective: you win by killing or driving back your opponent.

But last night, their prized truths were completely useless!

Faced with a group of homeless people covered in stench and defecating indiscriminately, they couldn't even bring themselves to hit them.

Even if you shoot and kill one person, it will only lead to a more stringent police blockade!

It's so incredibly frustrating!

"Are you all mute?! Speak!"

Seeing that his subordinates in front of him were all bowing their heads and remaining silent, Will Cross suddenly raised his voice by eight octaves, almost shouting at the top of his lungs.

After the thunderous roar subsided, One-Eyed Dex and the others cautiously raised their heads and shook their heads helplessly.

"Boss, for now... for now, we haven't found any definite information."

One-Eyed Dex wiped the cold sweat from his brow and cautiously explained:

"We sent people out to inquire last night, and neither the Black Snake Gang nor the Iron Fist Brotherhood have made any unusual personnel changes recently, so it doesn't seem like they were the ones who did it."

"Yeah, boss, it's like hundreds of homeless people suddenly appeared out of nowhere overnight..." Lenny chimed in.

Soon, the group finished their reports.

Mark was left alone, head down, staring intently at his toes.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

Will Cross's lips twitched violently twice, his gaze fixed on Mark with a sinister look: "And you! Have you discovered anything?!"

Mark's eyelids tightened when his boss called on him.

After a moment's hesitation, he swallowed hard and forced a smile, saying, "Boss... I... I haven't found any direct evidence either..."

"waste!"

Will Cross's anger intensified, and he was about to unleash a torrent of abuse.

But the next moment, Mark lowered his voice and quickly added, "However, I strongly suspect that last night's events are directly related to the quack doctor who recently appeared in that homeless park on South King Street!"

"An unlicensed doctor?"

Will Cross paused, his thick eyebrows furrowing tightly as he held his cigar.

"That's right!" Mark squinted and continued to explain:

"That run-down park is teeming with homeless people, and those scum of the earth show that mysterious quack doctor utmost respect, practically obeying his every word!"

"The most crucial thing is... it just so happens that I led a group to the park yesterday and had a conflict, and that very night our venue was attacked by a large group of homeless people."

"Boss, I feel—no, I'm sure this is definitely not a coincidence!"

Mark hesitated slightly at this point, "But I just don't have concrete evidence, and I don't know if it really is him..."

"Who cares!"

Will Cross abruptly interrupted Mark, slamming his half-smoked cigar down on the table with a ferocious expression.

"Since you suspect him, go and arrest him! Take more men and weapons and head to that damn park!"

"No matter what methods I use, today I want to see that damned quack doctor kneeling before me like a dead dog! Understand?!"

"Understood, boss!" Mark straightened up and loudly accepted the order.

Seeing Mark make a solemn pledge, Will Cross's expression softened slightly.

"besides."

Will Cross took a deep breath and looked at Mark, instructing him:

"Also, don't forget our main task; we can't neglect any of the work that needs to be done."

"It's time to send someone to collect the sanitation and management fees from the street shops. Remember, don't hold back if you encounter anyone who's unreasonable. We absolutely cannot let outsiders think that the Blood Wolf Gang is weak and easily bullied!"

"yes!"

Mark nodded emphatically: "I've already sent someone."

"Um."

Will Cross nodded slightly, his sharp gaze sweeping over the others as he coldly ordered, "You too! Keep your eyes peeled and make sure you're in charge!"

"Understood, boss!" The group nodded in unison.

"Beep beep beep—"

At this critical moment, Mark's pocket phone suddenly vibrated.

The noise was quite noticeable in the quiet room.

Mark frowned, and without even looking, pressed the hang-up button.

However, before he could even catch his breath, the vibration started going off again.

For a moment, the scene fell into a deathly silence.

All eyes were on Mark's face.

"Catch it!" Will Cross waved his hand impatiently, his eyes showing considerable displeasure.

"yes!"

Mark quickly took out his phone and answered the call.

However, I only listened for less than three seconds.

Mark's already pale face instantly turned as if he had seen a ghost.

He suddenly sprang up from the chair, the movement so forceful that it even flipped the chair behind him.

"Fuck! What do you mean? What did you say?!"

Mark's eyes widened, and he roared incredulously into the phone:

"What do you mean that all of you who went out to collect debts today... were all being watched closely by the homeless man?!"

……