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

They've raised $1, and there are less than 7 days left.

Lynn finally breathed a huge sigh of relief; the "debt" that had been weighing on her head could finally be paid off.

He did consider defaulting on the debt, or simply killing Caribou and forgiving the debt.

But the Carlos Bond gang is a medium-sized gang with considerable influence throughout Seattle and even King County.

他们的人数据说是在2000到3000人之间，之前去卡里布的豪宅惊鸿一瞟所看到的那片街区，就已经看到专业的武装人员来拿着ak74和m4a1守卫。

No one knows how many light and heavy weapons they still have. Anyway, this gang has existed for almost 30 years and has not been wiped out by the government or swallowed up by other gangs. On the contrary, it has grown bigger and bigger.

It's easy to imagine that they still have considerable strength. Lynn didn't want to take any risks. After finally killing one of Caribou, he ended up on their wanted list and was relentlessly hunted down.

"Let's go, Mike. This has to be done sooner or later. Let's pay back the money, and then we can go our separate ways and move on with a clean slate."

Mike took out a cigarette, sniffed it under his nose, and wanted to light it, but then worried about the smell on Lynn, so he put it away in the end.

"Lynn, I have a feeling this isn't as simple as it seems... Caribou is called the Scorpion, but that's not just because he likes to use scorpions to execute people..."

"But we're giving him money. Do you think he'd be unhappy about giving us money? Let's go. I really don't want to think about this anymore. The sooner we get it over with, the better."

"Okay, now you're the boss. I'll give Francisco a call."

As he spoke, Mike took out his phone, found the number they had left him when they left, and dialed it.

……

An hour later, the Ford Mondeo they were already very familiar with screeched to a halt in the alley outside their basement apartment.

"Hey, Mr. Witch Doctor, and Mike, good afternoon!"

Francisco, wearing a floral headscarf, opened the driver's door and strode over. Clearly, he was in a very good mood today, and he greeted the two of them.

"Good afternoon, Francesco. We've invited you here today to discuss paying off debts."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Lynn got straight to the point.

"Mr. Witch doctor, it seems being a witch doctor is really a fast way to make money! You've already earned $1 in just over a week!"

Francisco whistled excitedly and then pulled a piece of paper folded into quarters from his pocket.

"Look carefully, this is the IOU Thomas owes us, and this is his signature."

He unfolded the paper, and Lynn glanced at it. The words on it were indeed those words, and there was a fingerprint on it, but whether it could be confirmed that it was indeed left by the dead Thomas was really up to the conscience of these gangsters.

Does the other party have a conscience? He wasn't sure, but that was all he could do now.

"Here's $1. Count it."

Lynn gestured to Mike to hand over the garbage bag, which was full of rolled-up $20 bills.

A few minutes later.

"Okay, no problem, we have received the $1 interest repayment."

Instead of returning the IOU to Lynn, Francisco took out another piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Lynn.

"Okay, then we're even...wait, what did you just say? Interest payments?"

Lynn was wondering why the other party didn't give her an IOU but instead gave her another piece of paper, when she suddenly grasped a key word in the other party's words!

"Yes, the interest. This $1 is just the principal Thomas owes us. Two weeks have passed, and according to the 8% daily interest rate he agreed with us, the principal plus interest has now reached..."

Francisco took out a calculator and tapped a few times on it.

"That's $21200. So, you still owe Carlos Bones $10,000 in principal and $1200 in interest, you know? You're lucky, Thomas lent you the money on simple interest. If it were compound interest, you'd owe us $19370!"

"What? 8% daily interest? We still owe you $11200???"

Lynn roared in anger!

After holding back for so long, he finally couldn't hold back anymore and broke down!

This is even higher than the usurious interest rates of the old society! Even with compound interest, it shouldn't be this outrageous!

I've been working myself to the bone this week, fighting corrupt cops, fighting gangs, collecting corpses, healing the sick, and even performing psychic rituals...

After finally earning $1, he claimed that he still owed someone $11200 in principal plus interest after paying it back.

"Yes, witch doctor, please return this money to us as soon as possible, otherwise the interest will keep increasing, hehe~"

Carlos chuckled coldly, picked up the bag, and walked towards the car. His steps were even lighter than when he arrived, and he even sang a little tune that was hard to understand. He was obviously very happy because he had received a large sum of money today.

He walked to the car, reached out and placed his hand on the door handle, intending to open the door and get in.

But then I suddenly realized that the handlebars on my bike were so heavy today, and no matter how hard I tried, I still couldn't open them.

No, no...

Not only are my hands weak, but my legs are also so weak.

He felt as if he had just finished a marathon, or as if something had drained all his strength like a water pump.

"Boss, what's wrong, boss!"

The black henchman was about to walk around the front of the car to help his boss up when he suddenly realized that he was also suddenly weak all over. After taking only two steps, he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud!

"Heh...you guys, you've really made me laugh in exasperation!"

Just as the two stared wide-eyed in horror at each other lying on the ground, utterly terrified,

Suddenly, I heard a sinister laugh from behind me, like that of a demon from hell.

"Huh? This, you? Lynn? You did this?"

They turned around with difficulty and saw Lynn walking towards them with a strange smile on his face, shaking his body as he walked, looking like a villain.

"You guys, sigh, you've really shown me the shamelessness and greed of the mafia."

As Lynn walked, he cracked his knuckles, his smile stretching almost to his ears.

"I originally thought that gangsters should also have their own code of ethics. After all, what's the point of being in this business if you don't keep your word?"

"Looks like I was overthinking it. I watched too many Hong Kong movies and American TV shows and brainwashed myself... What 'honor among thieves'? You guys are nothing but a bunch of insatiable wolves, gluttons that only eat and never excrete!"

As Lynn slowly approached the two, he raised his right hand, and a thick black mist suddenly emerged from his palm.

The mist swirled and churned in his palm, like a black dragon trying to break free of its restraints, exuding an aura of death and a nauseating, sulfurous smell.

That's the source of a warlock's power, the scent of fel energy.