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

After thinking for a long time.

Lynn only made a decision when Giuseppe looked at her with the eyes of a wolf ready to devour her.

That is, it's better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me.

She claimed she was invited, but in reality, she was kidnapped.

Why are you still so fixated on following the logic of the people from Dongda University, insisting on distinguishing who is righteous and who is evil, who is right and who is wrong among these people?

These are a bunch of gangsters, ruthless gangsters who kill without blinking an eye!

Killing anyone is doing a service to the people, isn't it? How come you've actually taken the stand of a righteous judge?

Why don't I just take the money and leave?

Once Lynn understood this logic, he immediately felt refreshed and his mind became clear.

"Okay, I'll take another look..."

Lynn walked back into the five-pointed star formation and began chanting incantations as he danced a shamanic dance.

"It was this Lorenzo, the one with glasses. Dambaranora told me that he had a listening device hidden in his eye."

Returning to Giuseppe and Alessandro, Lynn pointed to the member of the 18th Street Gang kneeling on the far left.

"But as for who planted the bugging device, I don't know. Danbala didn't tell me either. You can investigate at your own pace."

Lynn shrugged, not explaining himself clearly.

After all, he was now in a wolf's den. Alessandro may have looked refined and gentle, but Giuseppe was a ravenous wolf that would devour anyone who came to eat him.

"So it was you, Lorenzo! Haven't I been good enough to you? Huh? We paid for your brother's schooling, and we rescued your sister from that scumbag boyfriend. Why did you betray us?"

Lynn saw a clear look of satisfaction in Giuseppe's exposed eyes. The latter rushed over and snatched the glasses from Lorenzo's face, prying them open. Sure enough, he found a black chip smaller than a mobile phone SIM card inside the broken temple of the glasses!

"Hey, this guy is really smart. Now even if there are his fingerprints on it, it's hard to say."

Lynn pursed her lips indifferently and watched the other person's emotionally charged performance without saying a word.

"There really was a bug, Lorenzo, I fucking believed you!"

Meanwhile, Matteo, another member of the 18th Street Gang kneeling next to him, turned around in shock to look at his partner, his eyes wide like light bulbs. He clearly couldn't believe that his childhood friend would betray him and the gang like this!

"Lorenzo, you'd better give us an explanation!"

Alessandro angrily strode forward, but just as his hand touched the other man's shoulder, he suddenly heard a loud "bang," followed by a hot spray that splashed all over his face and body!

It turned out that Uncle Giuseppe had lost control of his rage, pulled out a pistol, and fired a shot at Lorenzo's head!

"uncle!"

Alessandro looked at Giuseppe with horror and confusion, and shouted in great dissatisfaction.

"We haven't even interrogated him yet, let alone found out who's behind it all! Someone so insignificant must be acting under someone else's orders!"

"Oh dear, I really acted impulsively. I was so angry! That damned traitor!"

Giuseppe seemed to have just come to his senses, and he angrily pounded his head with the butt of his gun, repeatedly expressing his regret.

"Heh, keep acting, then!"

Lyndon, standing to the side, noticed a hint of relief and excitement in the other's eyes that went almost unnoticed by anyone else.

But that has nothing to do with him anymore.

Because he suddenly thought of:

I'm a sorcerer, you know!

Warlocks are all under the Burning Legion's command. If we're talking about who's the worst, I'd be the worst one, right?

Besides, no matter who dies here, they are all gangsters!

I don't know what the goods they're talking about are, but I doubt they're anything good for the country or its people, so I don't have any qualms about it!

So Lynn silently crouched down, placed his hand on Lorenzo's chest, whose head had been blasted in half, and picked up any skills that might have fallen from the other's body.

The pitiful and tragic forest troll Lorenzo died at the hands of his own people. Even in his final moments, he never imagined that a true traitor would be the one to shoot him. You have gained the skill "Ventriloquism" lv1 50%.

【你已经完成18号街头帮的任务委託并机智地处理了潜在危机，角色经验+50（当前等级lv3 182/300），暗影箭+10%，急救术+10%。】

Your reputation with Italian gangs has increased by 20, raising it from "Neutral" to "Friendly".

……

"Hey, was the haul this good?"

After returning to Fountain Square in Alessandro's Fiat, Lynn saw the system settlement interface for this mission.

In addition to gaining a ventriloquism skill that he found very interesting, he also noticed that he had gained another faction with a friendly reputation.

Moreover, Giuseppe was very satisfied with how Lynn was handled.

He doubled the $1500 he had promised, and I managed to stuff $3000 into his hand.

"I have to say, the Italian mafia really knows how to do things. Compared to them, some local gangs are simply pathetic!"

This allowed Lynn to make a fortune, instantly increasing her savings to over $1.

Of course, he also knew that this guy had completely believed in his psychic abilities, and that he himself had definitely seen through him as the real traitor.

After all, they even knew that there was a listening device hidden in his glasses.

Add to that the fact that a simple bandage could heal such a severe gunshot wound, and that he could simultaneously recognize the names of four people he had never met before—these mysterious phenomena combined made it impossible for him not to believe it.

So this money was both a thank-you gift to Lynn and a hush money payment for him.

If he didn't want to cause trouble for himself, Lynn would keep this secret for him forever.

"But who cares? I don't care about gang politics. Getting Andrew Jackson (the US president's portrait on the $20 bill) is the most important thing!"

Lynn clapped her hands happily and said to Mike.

"Yeah, you've been making money really fast these past few days, it feels like a dream!"

Mike was also very emotional and incredulous at this moment.

Before Lynn became a witch doctor, he was a homeless man on the streets. He wasn't exactly penniless, but he was certainly penniless.

The two lived a carefree life of going hungry for three days and going hungry nine times a week. They barely managed to eat three or five times their usual amount of food by relying on various street relief supplies, which prevented them from starving to death on the streets.

At most, I only had twenty-odd yuan in small change on me, and I was reluctant to spend it on a hot dog or other hot food.

Little did anyone know that Lynn had already earned $10,000 in just six days after awakening his identity as a witch doctor.

It's more money than I used to make as a high school chemistry teacher, no, it's more money than the principal of the school where I used to teach!

Partnering with someone like that—no, becoming a fan or even a lackey of someone like that—is practically a guarantee of a bright future!

I'd better hold on tight to this powerful backer!