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

Lynn remained relatively calm after hearing the other party claim to have the ability.

But suddenly he seemed to hear some strange word mixed in with it.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop!"

He reached out and covered the fat man's mouth.

"What did you just say? Our Lynn Gang? When did we ever have a Lynn Gang?"

"Hey boss, the Lynn Gang! A gang named after you, isn't that pretty cool? What's wrong with that? Or are you thinking of a 'Witch Doctor Gang'? Or a 'Pharmacist Gang'?"

The fat, dark-skinned Daniel stared back, looking at Lynn with a puzzled expression, seemingly unsure of what he meant.

"When did I ever say I wanted to form a gang? This is only the second time I've seen you today, we don't even know each other! Don't try to make decisions for me!"

Lynn got angry.

What's wrong with this guy? Starting a gang is such a serious matter...

No, it should be said that such a reactionary and evil thing is something that I, a student of Dongda University who was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze, could never agree to.

"Hey boss, you're clearly capable, why don't you start a gang? Those two corrupt cops were cursed by you and immediately fell to their knees, writhing in pain. We all saw it with our own eyes!"

"As long as you raise your flag, I guarantee a huge group of brothers will be willing to recognize you as their leader. You can just sit back and collect protection money and make a fortune. Isn't that great?"

DeShawn, standing to the side, blinked at Lynn in bewilderment. He couldn't understand why such a powerful witch doctor with sorcery would resist becoming a gang leader.

"Sigh, I get it..."

Lynn slapped his forehead with a loud thud. He suddenly remembered seeing him mention this when he was watching video clips of Prison A.

In the thought process of Europeans and Americans.

If you are weak, you deserve to be bullied, humiliated, and humiliated, and then have everything taken away from you.

But if you are very powerful, then you have every right to bully, humiliate, and bully others, and then take everything from them!

Just like what the US military has done around the world, seizing oil, natural gas, talent, and the economy...

They didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all; on the contrary, they thought it was perfectly normal!

If I'm this strong, and I don't go and steal it, wouldn't I be strong for nothing?

Therefore, they cannot accept the idea from the University of Tokyo that one should simply live one's own life well and that being strong is only for protecting one's own peace rather than bullying others.

"Lynn, I think this isn't entirely out of the question?"

Lynn was about to lose his temper and chase away the two black men who had taken it upon themselves to add a coat for him when he suddenly heard Mike speak quietly beside him.

"Just think about it, if we really had our own gang, our own brothers, we could practically do whatever we wanted in this Pioneer Square area! Carlos Bonn's $1 would be nothing then; we could chip in and pay them back immediately!"

"And think about it, if we really had a gang and you became the boss, we could make life easier for our friends and brothers, and they wouldn't be bullied by outsiders. Have you forgotten when we were treated like lambs to the slaughter in the dock area? Have you forgotten the fear we felt when those two corrupt cops threatened us?"

"If we really had a powerful gang, even corrupt cops wouldn't dare mess with us! We could even make a lot of money doing shady deals with them!"

"Yeah, that's right, boss! We all believe in you! You're so powerful, you really should start a Lynn's Gang, it would be fantastic!"

Seeing that Lynn's own people were speaking up for them, the two trolls became even more enthusiastic in their persuasion.

"..."

Lynn was also tempted by the prospects they described.

My goal is to raise enough money to buy a plane ticket, then obtain official status to go to the University of Tokyo, and then try to settle there, or even get a green card.

But at the time, it was just a thought; I didn't realize how difficult it actually was.

Foreigners can only stay for 7 days at most, unless they are illegally detained and cannot stay there any longer.

If you want to immigrate there and settle down, you definitely need a lot of wealth.

If we rely on picking up Gundams and selling antidotes on the street like this, when will we ever be able to do it?

And who knows, he might encounter some disgusting things along the way that would interrupt his progress and plans... Just like this time when he was forcibly taken to Carlosbon as a guest, he didn't even have the right to refuse.

"If I really become powerful..."

This idea began to sprout in his mind.

"Achoo, achoo!"

A sudden gust of cold wind blew by, making him shiver and sneeze twice.

This calmed him down a bit.

"I'm only a level two warlock right now, I only know one spell, Weakening Curse and Corruption, I can't even cast Shadow Bolt or Summon Imp, what qualifications do I have to form a gang?"

"We have no medical treatment and no fighting ability. They only need two guns to completely overpower me. Forming a gang at this time would just be sending ourselves to the big gangs and the police."

He composed himself, then turned to the three of them and spoke solemnly.

"Now is not the time to form a gang. If you want to follow me, that's fine, but we won't form a gang for now. We'll talk about it when there's a better opportunity later."

"Okay, boss, so you accept us! That's great! From now on, we're your trusted underlings. You can let DeSean and me handle anything. We promise we won't be cowards, we promise!"

Seeing that Lynn had finally relented, although they hadn't formed a gang as they had hoped, the two still jumped up happily and gave each other a high five.

"So, the first thing I'm going to do for you two is to help me catch poisonous snakes, big toads, and poisonous spiders."

"And also keep an eye out for anyone who needs treatment for poisoning. Of course, you can also contact me if you need psychic services; the fee is $300... no, $500 each time!"

Lynn realized that instead of fighting alone with Mike, he needed more direct subordinates.

Using them as salespeople and purchasing agents is not a bad idea.

"Oh? Psychic abilities? Boss, I just remembered something. There really is some money to be made here!"

The short, Black man DeShawn's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this!

"A strange homeless man has recently arrived at James Lucy's place."

He gestured animatedly with his hands and spoke rapidly in a street-smart Black accent.

"They all call him Charles. That guy always goes his own way, he's dirt poor but still owns a cat!"

"There are rumors on the street that he once robbed a bank and then hid the money in a mysterious place, the exact location of which only he knows."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's Charles, that old man who owns a cat. Everyone's saying he robbed a bank and deposited the money somewhere!"

Daniel also excitedly mentioned this person.

"It's said he served 20 years in prison for robbing a bank! But after his release, instead of immediately going back for the money, he wandered the streets. Nobody knew why until recently when someone went to investigate and discovered..."

Lynn's two newly recruited Black henchmen exchanged a glance, then helplessly shrugged:

"He's gone mad, lost his mind, and only ever repeats the same few phrases to everyone: 'I'm not Charles, you're all crazy, you all deserve to die!'"