American homeless people, surviving in the city

Ten minutes earlier, before the conflict broke out.

Upon learning that Lynch had appeared on Third Avenue and was in a standoff with someone, Sanjar immediately rushed over.

The boss already told us last night that he wanted to see Lin Qi's strength with his own eyes. Now that a suitable opportunity has come up, how can we not go?

Therefore, when Lynch was locked in a stalemate with a group of street thugs, Sanjar, who had witnessed the entire fight, stepped forward.

After chasing the group of thugs away, he turned to face Lin Qi:

"You're quite skilled. Would you be interested in coming with me? Our boss is very interested in you."

Although the towering black man had helped him, Lynch's wariness of him did not diminish at all.

Why did they suddenly come knocking? Could it be that their previous actions in protecting Chen Yumo have been discovered?

Thinking through various possibilities, Lin Qi took two steps back, frowning as he looked at Sanjar:

"Your boss is very interested in me? Does 'boss' refer to the leader of the Razor Gang?"

"I'm not due to pay protection money yet, so why are you targeting me?"

Seeing that Lynch was still wary, Sanjar was not in a hurry.

He was now a far cry from the savage man who used to chase innocent girls down the street; his speech and manner were remarkably composed.

He patiently explained, "Don't worry, I didn't come to see you with any hostility. Otherwise, I wouldn't have helped you disperse those thugs just now."

"I wouldn't be standing here like this, talking to you calmly, would I?"

"On the contrary, I'm bringing you an opportunity this time, an opportunity to escape the poverty of the streets."

Why would you give me an opportunity for no reason?

Lin Qi chuckled. "Am I past the age of thinking I'm the protagonist of a fairy tale? In reality, there are no genies who grant people's wishes for no reason."

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Sanjar's voice remained completely unchanged, and his tone was quite sincere:

"Please believe me, our boss just witnessed your skills and wants to be friends with you."

"As for what happens next... I don't want to lie to you, we are indeed facing some minor problems that may require your help, but this is not something I can decide on my own. Our boss wants to discuss this matter with you personally."

"I swear on my reputation in Seattle that we have no intention of harming you. If you are unwilling to do us this favor, we will not stop you from leaving. And, in any case, from this day forward, the Razor Shields will always be your friends."

Seeing how sincere Sanjar was, Lynch couldn't help but waver a little.

What this guy said... doesn't seem like he's lying?

This was not only Lynch's rational judgment, but his [Rat Sense] skill also failed to detect any danger from Sanjar and the vehicle beside him.

This might mean that accepting Sanjar's invitation and getting into his car would be safe for the time being.

If one doesn't have to consider issues related to personal safety, Lynch has to admit that Sanjar's arguments are quite appealing to him.

Although the past few days of being a homeless person had hardened Lin Qi's heart slightly, deep down he was still a person who longed for a stable life.

Although he doesn't miss going to work that much, he misses the comfortable days he spent at the University of Tokyo and longs to return to normal society.

An opportunity to escape poverty on the streets...?

After a brief moment of thought, Lynch straightened his back and looked at Sanjar:

"Alright, then I'll go with you."

"Where is your boss? How long will this trip take? Give me a heads-up so I can roughly plan my itinerary."

"Our headquarters isn't far from Third Avenue, so it'll only take a few words to discuss it, it won't take too much time," Sanjar replied.

Sanjar, who was well aware of the Razor Gang's notorious reputation on the streets, was somewhat surprised that Lynch accepted the invitation so easily.

Although he meant no harm, he believed that the vast majority of homeless people on the street would not have accepted such an invitation so easily.

Sanjar knew that this meant either the young Asian man in front of him was absolutely confident in his ability to judge people and could clearly see that he had no ill intentions, or he was very confident in his skills and had some trump cards up his sleeve.

In any case, this young man is definitely not simple!

Sanjar's attitude softened somewhat.

He personally walked to the Cadillac and opened the door for Lynch:

"Then please."

Lynch was somewhat puzzled by Sanjar's respectful attitude, but he didn't feel any pressure from it. He climbed into the car through the door that Sanjar had opened.

Then, Sanjar got into the car, the Cadillac engine roared, and it disappeared at the end of Third Avenue in the blink of an eye.

Only the homeless people and thugs from various small gangs on Third Avenue watched all of this in astonishment.

Is this still the same ferocious and ruthless war elephant I remember? Why is it behaving like this?

The crowd was in an uproar.

They didn't know why all this was happening, but they witnessed the miserable state of DeShawn and Martin, and also Sanjar's humility.

All of this left a deep impression on them:

Never mess with that young Asian guy on Third Avenue again!

......

Meanwhile, inside the black Cadillac SUV,

While keeping a close eye on the scenery outside the car window to remember the route they had taken, Lynch chatted casually with Sanjar.

Although he accepted the invitation, he was about to step into the lair of one of Seattle's largest gangs.

In any case, that won't be a safe place.

Lynch must seize every moment and prepare as much as possible.

"...So, can't I know in advance why you invited me here?"

Lynch was curious about Sanjar's evasive explanation.

Sanjar answered helplessly as he drove:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin. This is the boss's request. I cannot disclose any information to you until the boss sees you and makes a final decision."

"So, although you've invited me, whether or not your boss decides to ask me for that favor is still up to him?"

That's right.

It seems these gang members take this matter very seriously, to the point that their leader has to make the decision personally...

Lynch came to another conclusion.

Lynch actually had no good feelings towards the Razor Claws; in fact, one could say he even loathed them.

After all, this group of people had chased innocent girls like Chen Yumo in the street and had done despicable things like drugging drinks; they were truly scum of the earth.

However, he had not previously had any contact with any members of the Razor Claws other than Sanjar.

Even when he had contact with Sanjar, the burly man did not show much malice towards him.

Therefore, upon closer reflection, he actually didn't know much about this gang.

Although Lynch's aversion to the Razor Claws wouldn't change because of what they had done, he couldn't help but feel a bit curious about them.

How exactly does this criminal empire, hidden on the streets and operating outside the law, function?

As he pondered, Lin Qi suddenly realized another problem.

He quickly sat up straight and asked Sanjar:

"By the way, speaking of which, I still don't know your boss's name. What should I call him then?"

Sanjar didn't turn around, but merely glanced at Lynch in the rearview mirror before replying indifferently:

"The head of the Razor Claws, my boss, is named Vesalio Gallo. In other gangs, he's known as 'The Neapolitan'."

"You're not a member of the Razor Claws, so just call him by his full name."