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

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Back in their cramped basement room, Lynn finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"I thought you were going to die just now."

Mike looked at Lynn and sighed, his face also showing a look of relief.

"That scene was terrifying! My God, why did you bring those heads back? I can't help but tremble and feel like vomiting when I see them..."

He pointed to a bundle on Lynn's back, which contained five "candied apples" that Caribou had given him.

"I feel nauseous just looking at it, but there's nothing I can do. You know I'm a witch doctor..."

Lynn's words were vague and he didn't offer much explanation, but a look of understanding immediately appeared in the latter's eyes.

"Witch doctor... I understand. You're going to use them for some kind of ritual, right? Okay, then I won't say any more."

"But we saved his life, and he still won't forgive our debts! These gangsters are just greedy!"

He muttered sullenly as he moved the chair he was sitting on further toward the heater.

The sunlight couldn't get in, and the temperature inside was only seven or eight degrees Celsius. Fortunately, we no longer had to stay in the plastic tent, so our lives were somewhat more secure.

"And that scene where you slept with a spirit just now! My god, Lynn, you can really slept with spirits? That's incredible!"

He sat by the fire, muttering to himself as if only in this way could he dispel the fear of escaping from the gangsters.

Lynn ignored him and just silently looked at the attribute panel in front of her.

Class: Warlock, Level 2, Talents: Not Selected

Titles: "Cataclysmic Resistant" (gain more favorability from the Survivors faction), "Voodoo Healer" (this stuff is believed on the streets of America, increasing your mystique).

Stamina: 13

Intelligence: 16

Spirit: 20

Agility: 8

Power: 8

HP: 130/130

Magic: 50/170

Experience points: lv2 142/200

Wealth: $2552.5

Common skills: Excellent eloquence (Level 1, 40%), Unrestricted combat skills (Level 1, 80%), Rugby tight end tactical awareness (Level 1, 70%), Dagger combat skills (Level 3, 30%)

Warlock skills: Curse of Weakness (Rank 1, 50%), Corruption (Rank 1, 60%), First Aid (Rank 1, 90%), Alchemy (Rank 1, 20%).

Craftable items: Antidote (0 remaining), Lion King's Power Potion (2 remaining)

Status: Normal.

"I still need 88 experience points to level up, when will that be...?"

Lynn muttered to herself, still wanting to go out and do something to improve her experience.

He had heard from the system that he could gain the skill of summoning imps at level 4.

"I just don't understand why they haven't given me a starting skill like Shadow Bolt..."

He grumbled as he piled the large bag of candied apples into a corner of the room, then warmed himself up before leaving the room again.

Mike glanced at the package and felt goosebumps all over his body. He quickly got up and followed Lynn out of the room.

Now the two of them are out of the predicament of queuing for welfare. Although they have a debt of $1 hanging over their heads, they can still have no problem spending ten or twenty dollars on a good meal.

The two walked toward the TATS Delicatessen deli not far away, intending to grab lunch first and then figure out where to make money in the afternoon.

But as they passed by the Trinity nightclub, which was closed and not yet open for business, they saw two familiar faces on the street corner. They were talking to a homeless man in a tent on the street and gesturing with their hands.

"Hey, look, aren't those the two black guys we ran into in James Lucy the other day who tried to take the body from us and got pinned down in the mud by those corrupt cops? What are they doing here?"

Mike spotted them first, patted Lynn on the shoulder, and pointed him to the right front.

"I don't know. Who can fathom the behavior logic of homeless people on the street? Why do you care so much? Let's go, I want something hot to eat."

Lynn ignored him and kept walking forward.

"Hey, hey! You! You, you're the person we met that day!"

Lynn intended to walk past them, pretending not to know them, but the boy suddenly turned around, pointed at Lynn with wide eyes, and shouted in surprise.

"No, you've made a mistake. Please step aside."

Lynn had no intention of getting entangled with them. He just wanted to gain experience points and level up as soon as possible. If he could successfully summon the imp, his survivability would be greatly improved.

He didn't want to get involved with this homeless man, who even looked like a gang member.

"Hey, I'm not mistaken. Black hair, black eyes, white skin... a white man, and next to him is a tall, bald, tattooed man who's 1.9 meters tall. I can't be wrong."

The tall, fat, dark-skinned man seemed not to hear anything and approached them familiarly.

"I'm Daniel, and this is DeSean, my childhood friend."

He pointed to himself, then to the short Black man next to him.

"What can I do for you?"

Seeing the fat man blocking the middle of the road, preventing her from moving left or right, you finally stopped and looked at them warily. Mike also stood next to Lynn, staring at the two of them with his fiercest gaze.

"Of course something's up, of course something's up, bro!"

The fat man and the little black man exchanged a glance and said excitedly, while reaching out to pull Lynn further to the side.

"That day we were harassed by two corrupt cops. He pinned me down in the mud, and I almost died! You saved us, right?"

The fat, dark-skinned man rubbed his chubby hands together, his eyes fixed on Lynn with a fanatical gaze.

"Why do you say that? I didn't do anything."

"How could Lynn possibly admit it?" he refuted vehemently.

"Hey man! You can't fool me, I know you're a witch doctor! A friend of mine who's in the Carlos gang just told me that you helped their boss, Carib, with a spirit medium and even uncovered a traitor!"

"The moment he mentioned a black-haired, black-eyed white man and a bald, tattooed, muscular guy, I immediately thought of you guys. Your combination is just too eye-catching!"

The short Black man standing next to him was also gesturing wildly, his eyes shining as he looked at Lynn!

"Since you can communicate with spirits, you must also know other forms of witchcraft! So we're certain that the two corrupt cops collapsing to the ground in agony that day were your doing!"

"It wasn't me, I didn't do it, don't talk nonsense!"

Lynn waved his hands repeatedly. He couldn't let anyone know that he actually had such witchcraft abilities, or he would become a useless tool in the future.

But the two people on the other end looked at him with a mocking and enthusiastic expression that said, "You can make up whatever you want, I'll admit defeat if I believe you."

"There's nothing wrong with being a witch doctor, bro. Lots of us in the Negroes are fanatical followers of voodoo! If you know this trick, everyone'll like you, worship you! Okay, they might not like you, but fear and awe are pretty good too!"

The fat, dark-skinned Daniel chuckled and slapped Lynn on the shoulder with such force that he almost knocked him to the ground.

"So you've stopped us here just to talk nonsense? What exactly do you want?"

"Of course we're not just chatting, bro. We think you're very capable, yes, very capable!"

The two black men exchanged a glance, and the fat black man chuckled again and spoke.

"That's why we want to acknowledge you as our boss and follow you from now on! With you, the witch doctor, protecting us, our Lynn gang will definitely thrive on the streets!"