I work as a sorcerer in the US, and my side hustle is building Gundams.

The obese orc, Brulo, standing before them was the leader of a small gang in the nearby neighborhood called the Three-Eyed Mule. Their main business was luring tourists into buying expensive souvenirs and committing theft.

He seems to think you're a perfect target for a robbery and believes he has a significant numerical advantage. You will receive a reward for killing/severely injuring/driving them away.

Suddenly, transparent text from the system appeared before Lynn's eyes.

Behind them appeared three more young black men dressed in flamboyant sportswear of various colors, holding either steel pipes or daggers. Now the other side had six people.

"Kids, you have no chance of winning. Hand over the money obediently, and we'll let you leave this alley unscathed."

Seeing that Mike had already pulled a dagger out of his pocket and was holding it in a counterattack stance, Bruno also lifted his shirt to reveal the Glock dagger tucked into his waistband.

Upon seeing the gun, Mike's angry eyes instantly cleared, and he quickly dropped the dagger in his hand and raised his hands high.

"Hey, Lynn, don't be stupid, he has a gun!"

Seeing that the other guys, except for the fat guy, were all smaller than him, Mike still had a chance of winning and wanted to take a gamble to keep the few hundred dollars he had earned.

But upon seeing the gun, he immediately abandoned the idea, a instinct born from his long-term experience living on the streets of Xida.

"Okay, we'll cooperate, don't fire..."

Ryan had originally planned to do what he did with Brulo before: cast the Weakness Curse on them and let Mike finish them off.

But now that he'd seen the gun, he had to put those plans aside. Luckily, he hadn't brought all his money with him when he left home.

"Here's $900. We can leave after you give it to me, right?"

Lynn reluctantly took out a rolled-up $900 from his pocket, walked slowly to the other person, and carefully handed over the money.

"Heh, kid, you're pretty savvy. Of course, you can leave after paying... Ah! What the fuxk?"

The moment the fat, dark-skinned man stretched out his right hand to take the money!

Lynn then cast the warlock skill [Curse of Weakness] on him, and the fat man immediately felt as if he were carrying a sack of his own weight, making it hard for him to breathe!

Immediately, Lynn's hand flipped downwards as if by magic, dropping the roll of US dollars. Then, he lifted the hem of his shirt on his right side and pulled out the dagger he had obtained from the big-eared Tumona from the dagger sheath at his waist, and stabbed it fiercely into the other's right palm!

Suddenly, the dagger pierced through Brulow's thick palm, causing him to clutch his right wrist and jump up in pain!

It turns out that Lynn had made the plan in the blink of an eye!

He deliberately turned slightly to the right, then walked in a counter-clockwise arc from right to left towards the other person's right hand.

Then, he extended his right hand, holding the large roll of money, and handed it to the other person's right hand, which was now slightly turned towards him.

The other man's holster was on his belt under the hem of his right shirt.

Since he had extended his right hand to take the money, and his belly was as big as a bucket, his left hand couldn't reach the holster on his right side at all.

So in that instant, it was impossible for him to draw his gun!

Lynn anticipated this and executed it precisely. Then, using the level 3 dagger fighting technique he obtained from Tumen, he swiftly struck and crippled his opponent's right hand!

Then, while the other person was clutching their hand and screaming in pain, he took a step forward and snatched the Glock pistol from the other person's holster and held it in his hand!

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Bruno's henchmen were screaming angrily as they charged forward, brandishing various weapons.

But Lynn pointed his gun at their heads and waved it, making a mocking and provocative sound!

"If you don't want to get your heads blown off, drop your weapons and kneel down!"

At this moment, the two extremes reversed, and Lynn no longer had that feigned cowardly expression.

Those five menacing henchmen, holding water pipes and sharp knives, had their originally ferocious faces now filled with utter terror!

They didn't dare utter a single curse word, and their expressions changed in an instant, like a Sichuan opera face-changing act, transforming from ferocious and threatening to pleading and bitter.

"Please don't kill us! This was all part of Bruno's plan. We didn't intend to kill you; we just wanted to steal some money..."

The guy in the front, the one with the watermelon knife, threw the knife aside with a "bang," knelt on the ground with a constipated expression, and began to cry and beg for mercy.

The other henchmen also dropped their weapons almost instantly and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

Even Bruno himself, pitifully suppressing the snot and saliva covering his face, stopped howling and knelt down on the ground, begging for mercy.

He never expected that this seemingly sickly and weak white pig would have such agile reflexes and skillful dagger fighting techniques, and was able to pierce his palm and disarm him in an instant!

"You fucking want to beg for mercy now? Let me tell you, it's too late!"

Mike, who had just lost his weapon and looked like a wise man who knew when to back down, suddenly became agitated. He picked up the water pipe that one of the black guys had thrown on the ground and started swinging it at their faces and bodies!

"bump!"

"Crack, pop!"

"bump!"

"what!"

"Oh, Mom!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! I was wrong, bro. I shouldn't have attacked you. Please forgive us..."

After a brutal beating, the six men who had failed in their robbery were writhing on the ground in pain.

Mike also gave the obese Bruno special attention, punching him in the head, which looked like a watermelon, and leaving three bumps as big as fists.

"Hey, Lynn, that's impressive! I had no idea you were so good with a dagger, and so quick-witted too!"

Having vented his anger enough, he slapped Lynn on the shoulder and praised her with an admiring look on his face.

"I've always been this good; I just hadn't had the chance to show it before."

Lynn didn't explain much to him. Anyway, seeing how excited he was at that moment, he didn't need an explanation of how amazing she was; he just needed to vent his emotions.

"Alright, my fellow black guys, if you're going to rob someone, you have to be prepared for failure, right? Now turn your pockets inside out and pile all your money and valuables here! Don't try anything funny, my brothers have their guns pointed at you!"

Lyndon gestured with his chin toward Mike, pointing to the few black guys still writhing on the ground in pain. Mike immediately understood and shouted at them.

So, handfuls of green banknotes, cigarette boxes of various colors, a few gold chains, rings and earrings of unknown authenticity, and several small bags of white powder in plastic bags were all piled on the stone brick at Lynn's feet.

"Alright, you can get out of here now."

Looking at these spoils of war, you can nod your chin with great satisfaction, turn off the safety of the pistol, and put it back in your belt.

"Wow, Lynn, we've hit the jackpot this time!"

After the group left in a disheveled state, Mike quickly stepped forward and skillfully began to count the items. The glittering jewelry and several rolls of US dollars were mouthwatering.

But Lynn's attention was not on the money at that moment.

Instead, he focused all his attention on the system screen that appeared in front of him.

[You have successfully acquired these corrupted orcs and their loot. Experience +20, Dagger Combat Skill +10%]

[Your experience has met the upgrade requirements; your level has been increased to lv2].

You have gained one free attribute point.

[You have acquired a new warlock skill: Corruption, level 1].