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

A short while later, two young Italians and two young Latinos were brought up at the same time.

The 20-square-meter room suddenly felt very crowded.

Giuseppe, who had already recovered most of his health thanks to Lynn's linen bandages, was sitting on the sofa with a look of surprise and confusion, staring at the young man beside him who was revered as a witch doctor.

He really didn't expect that his serious injury would be completely healed by the other party just by wrapping a bandage on his body, and that the bandage was even made from an ordinary T-shirt that was placed on the bed next to him!

Perhaps this is the power that comes from the witch doctor, he thought.

Next to him was Diego, the leader of the M-13 gang, who was handcuffed and leaning against the windowsill railing. He was also staring in shock at the amazing person who had healed his gunshot wound with a roll of bandage, feeling as if his worldview had been turned upside down.

The reason he wasn't killed by the enraged members of the 18 Street Gang after firing a shot on the opposing gang's territory was because Giuseppe finally agreed not to personally shoot the damned Diego after Alessandro's advice to "not provoke a war between the two gangs."

Now, all the people involved in the transaction on both sides have been brought up, each person kicking them in the back of the knee, and made to kneel in front of the sofa to await interrogation.

"Boss, Sandro, we..."

"Shut up! The deal fell through and the goods were stolen by SPD. We're already being merciful by not tying you to cement and sinking you into the sea!"

One of the Italian gang members, wearing black glasses, was very indignant and wanted to argue, but Alessandro cut him off immediately.

Meanwhile, the two Latino members of the M13 gang were also staring at Giuseppe on the sofa with hateful eyes, their expressions suggesting they wished they could bite him to death.

"Alright, now tell me, how exactly did last night's deal fail? You should know that because this deal was of great importance, the time and place of our meeting after you were assigned to it were decided by yourselves. Even I, a formal member, and my uncle, a leader, had no right to know!"

As for the M13 group, the decision was made between those two traders and you directly, and their superiors should not have been informed either...

Lorenzo, you go first.

Alessandro kicked the gang member who was closest to him.

"It really was their fault. Last night, Matteo and I drove a Fiat to that alley at the end of Eighth Avenue, the place where we did several deals before."

The bespectacled gangster known as Lorenzo glared resentfully at the two kneeling Latinos, then complained to his boss.

"We agreed to trade at 9:30, and we arrived at 9:25. We waited there until 10:00, but no one showed up!"

"We thought something had happened to them, and we were about to bring the goods back when suddenly sirens blared from both ends of the street, and five police cars on each side rushed towards us! We couldn't escape in our car at all, but luckily we had an escape route we had prepared beforehand on Eighth Avenue—that semi-abandoned sewer!"

Lorenzo spoke angrily, glaring at Diego, who was handcuffed to the windowsill railing.

"So if it wasn't them who leaked the information, telling the police the time and place of our transaction, what else could it be?"

"You're talking nonsense! We arrived at Eighth Avenue on time at 9:30 last night, only to see several police cars poised to fire. Then we went around to the other end of Eighth Avenue, and there were still several police cars there!"

The Latino gang member, who was tied to the other end, shouted angrily, his voice filled with grievance!

"We now know that you, or all of us, are being watched by the police, who are lying in wait! I don't believe there's a traitor among you. Why are there so many police cars waiting at both ends of Eighth Avenue? Given the situation, shouldn't we hurry up and make our escape, or are we just going to wait to be caught in one fell swoop?"

"You're talking nonsense! It's clearly a traitor from your side, or you simply sold us out to monopolize the distribution rights in this area, so you're using someone else to do the dirty work!"

"I swear to God, if we did it, may I be struck by lightning!"

"I swear to Baron Samadiloah, the god of death, if we orchestrated this ourselves, may our veins bulge and we die foaming at the mouth!"

As the two groups argued, they began swearing oaths and vows, each accusing the other of betraying them and claiming that they were the innocent victims.

"..."

Looking at the scene before him, Sándor also had a headache.

To be honest, he himself didn't know the truth of the matter, which is why he advised his uncle to invite a shaman who had recently gained fame in the area to help with a spiritual consultation.

But his uncle looked at him like he was an idiot, and asked if he had taken drugs and messed up his brain, how could he believe such a ridiculous superstition?

But in the end, he persuaded his uncle to invite the witch doctor Lynn to come and take a look, just to try anything.

But is Diego an idiot? Doesn't he know he's on his own turf and yet he dares to fire a shot?

So he didn't give in, and pulled out the gun from his waist and brandished it a couple of times to warn him about his situation.

Who would have thought that this hothead would actually fire the gun? Luckily, it only hit his waist and not his head or heart, otherwise these two powerful gangs would have really gone to war.

"Mr. Witch doctor, this is the situation. Can you help us figure out who the traitor is who reported this to the police?"

Seeing that his uncle, though saved, looked weak and didn't want to speak, Alessandro decided to take charge himself. He rubbed his temples with a headache and then politely addressed Lynn.

He didn't believe Lynn had the ability, but it was only after a fellow gangster mentioned Lynn's performance in Carlos that he reluctantly agreed to give it a try.

It was his skillful use of bandages to treat the gunshot wound that completely stunned him.

Lynn didn't speak, but instead opened the system for the four kneeling people and began to check their information.

Lorenzo, a passionate but somewhat dim-witted forest troll, is undeniably loyal and devoted to the 18 Street Gang, eager to earn merit and rise through the ranks to become a Soldier (a full-fledged member primarily responsible for combat).

Matteo, a forest troll with some brains but lacking muscle, has little interest in making a name for himself. He just wants to earn enough money by doing small-scale street vending of enhancement products to buy Western leaves and get by. His loyalty to the gang is not an issue.

Diego, an undead whose brain was slightly damaged by the enhancement agent, has recently taken to fishing under the influence of his girlfriend Sansa. Right now, he's preoccupied with going fishing with her at Lake Washington after this whole thing is over, and he's completely indifferent to gang matters.

Jose, a highly motivated member of the undead gang, was promised a promotion after completing this big deal, so he was very keen on yesterday's transaction.

"Huh? What's going on? None of these people are the problem?"

After reviewing the information of the individuals, Lynn was momentarily stunned.

Based on the information gleaned, these individuals are either extremely concerned about this matter or completely uninterested; no signs of treason have been observed...

Alessandro also said that the deal was decided on the spot by the four members of the deal themselves, and no one else knew about it!

So who betrayed this information to the police?

Could it be that the police also have psychics who can predict who will be making a deal with whom tonight, at what time, and where?

Isn't this fucking suspicious?!