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

Before the door was even opened, two sharp gunshots rang out from inside. Lynn quickly pulled Mike a couple of steps to the side so that he was no longer standing directly in front of the door.

From inside the door came screams and incomprehensible Italian. Alessandro's expression changed drastically, and he immediately took out his key and quickly opened the door.

The air was thick with the smell of cigars, gunpowder, and an unmistakable stench of blood.

"uncle!"

Alessandro let out a gasp!

Lynn also curiously peeked inside the door to see what was going on.

They discovered a middle-aged Italian man, shot in the waist and bleeding normally, being held at gunpoint by a Latino youth, leaning against the corner of the room, watching them warily!

"Damn bastard, put down my uncle!"

As he spoke, Alessandro also took out a pistol from his waist, pointed it at the young man's head, and shouted loudly.

"No, you betrayed us first! Giuseppe deserves what he got! I don't care what happened to your 18 Street Gang—whether it was an internal traitor, a collaborator, or just a coincidence—the deal failed last night, and you must compensate us for all the losses!"

The young Latin American was clearly out of control; he angrily and terrifiedly pointed a gun at Giuseppe's head and shouted.

"We, the M-13 gang, are not pushovers! You must provide compensation and an explanation for this matter, or we will engage in a full-blown war between our two factions. You cannot bear this responsibility, and neither can any of you!"

The young man's hands were trembling slightly with excitement, and his voice was trembling with emotion.

"What's going on? Do you understand?"

Lynn tilted her head slightly and whispered to Mike.

"I'm not entirely sure either, but he mentioned the M13 gang, which is no small, ordinary gang... It seems like one of their deals yesterday failed for various reasons, and they were all taken down by the FBI or DEA, and now he's here demanding an explanation..."

As expected of a highly educated individual who spent several more months on the streets than Lynn, Mike had already roughly grasped the essence of the matter in just a few words.

"Put down your gun, kid, if you don't want your uncle to die right now! Go get a doctor, and pay us back for our goods, not a penny less!"

The Latino youth continued shouting loudly, his emotions teetering on the verge of spiraling out of control.

"Hey, Diego, that's going too far! My uncle went to get the witch doctor to help identify and pinpoint the traitor, and you can't even wait half a day? You're way too impatient!"

Alessandro also shouted at the man, his heart filled with both urgency and anger.

"If this really leads to a war between our two gangs, we can't afford it. Do you think you can? Let go of my uncle right now!"

"No, impossible! This guy was trying to pin all the blame for the failed deal on us and make us compensate you for your losses! This is outrageous! When I refused, he tried to shoot me. I... I was forced to defend myself!"

The Latino young man, known as Diego, gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and shouted angrily.

"Don't listen to him, Sandro. This guy is trying to threaten me into agreeing to their compensation demands and making us hand over the traitor so they can execute him. He's going to shoot me if I don't agree, cough cough..."

Having been shot and now barely breathing, Giuseppe spoke up, but his words were completely opposite to Diego's.

"This is so chaotic... If you ask me, these gangs are all bad news. We should try to avoid associating with them in the future..."

Mike, standing to the side, also looked constipated. If he hadn't been forcibly brought here, he wouldn't have wanted to hear such news that could cause someone to lose their life for no reason.

"Bullshit, you're talking complete bullshit! You were the one who shot me first, and now you're blaming us for the deal falling through!"

Diego also lost his temper, gripping the pistol tightly in his hand, his fingers trembling as if he might pull the trigger at any moment due to a loss of control.

Meanwhile, a large crowd gradually gathered outside the door. The entire building was filled with Italian immigrants or illegal immigrants. At this moment, their eyes were bloodshot as they looked at Diego, as if they wanted to rush in and tear him to pieces at any moment.

"Hey……"

Alessandro scratched his forehead with the butt of his pistol and frowned.

Clearly, he couldn't tell whether his uncle was right or Diego was lying.

Generally speaking, according to the rules of the mafia, especially Italian gangs, in this situation, they will inevitably side with themselves, even if the other party is innocent.

But the difficulty lies in the fact that my uncle has become someone's hostage, with a gun pointed at his head.

"Witch doctor, I've heard that besides your psychic abilities, you also possess an incredible and unbelievable skill in casting curses... Do you have any ideas on how to resolve this situation?"

He pretended not to want to escalate the situation, and took a half step back while holding the gun, taking the opportunity to whisper something in Lynn's ear.

"It should be possible, but there will be an extra charge."

Lynn thought for a moment and figured his methods should be able to subdue the young man, so he nodded slightly.

"Alright, I'll leave this place to you. You must protect my uncle!"

As he spoke, Alessandro slowly squatted down and placed the pistol on the ground, calming the other person down as he slowly backed away.

"Now!"

Taking advantage of Diego's momentary lapse in vigilance, Lynn unleashed the Shadow Arrow he had been holding for a long time, shooting it forward with exceptional accuracy and striking Diego's right hand, which was holding a pistol!

"what!"

The latter immediately let out a scream, and the pistol fell to the ground with a clatter!

He suddenly opened his eyes wide. Was this some kind of ghost? The other person wasn't holding a gun. What could have knocked his gun away?

But in that instant, Alessandro grabbed the pistol from the ground, rolled forward, and covered two meters to stand in front of Diego, raising his hand to press the muzzle against Diego's chin.

"Let go of my uncle, I won't say it a second time."

This time his threat finally worked. Still in shock from having his pistol knocked away by the inexplicable attack, Diego raised his hand in a daze, his eyes filled with incomprehensible astonishment!

"Ghosts! There are ghosts here, aren't there? What hit my hand just now?"

Even with a gun pointed at his chin, he couldn't feel a greater fear than when he was inexplicably attacked earlier.

"Hehe... Let me introduce you to Mr. Lynn, the famous voodoo doctor from Pioneer Square."

A smug Alessandro gestured with his chin toward Lynn, proudly showing off.

"A witch doctor? Him? A white man, a witch doctor from the Haitian Voodoo cult?"

Looking at the thin young man in front of him, Diego's face showed a mocking and disdainful expression. He felt that his intelligence had been greatly insulted!

"Hey, we'll soon find out if he's a witch doctor or not! Hey Luca, bring up all the guys we're investigating, let the witch doctor see who the real traitor is!"