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

With only 12 health points left, Francisco clung to life, desperately using his last strength to declare his worth.

Lynn rested his chin on his hand and thought for a long time. After discussing it with Mike for a while, he finally decided to spare his life.

After all, killing the debt collector wouldn't improve his situation at all; on the contrary, it would only make Carlos Bon resent him even more.

"We deeply sympathize with Mr. Perez's plight."

Lynn withdrew the black mist swirling around his hands, squatted down, and continued speaking to Francisco.

"If you can really guarantee that once that Perez guy is back in power, he'll be able to stop me from paying off this endless cycle of interest, then I wouldn't mind giving him a hand."

"Alright, now tell me everything you know. Remember, no tricks."

……

"Do you really believe what he said? You're just letting them go like that...?"

Watching the two men drive away, grimacing, Mike said to Lynn with concern.

"What can we do whether we believe it or not? We can only take it one step at a time... After all, we've made a name for ourselves in the Pioneer Square area. If we escape their surveillance and move to other cities, we'll have to start all over again."

Lynn took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth to chew, trying to calm his excited emotions.

"And can you guarantee that we won't run into gangs elsewhere? If what he says is true, Perez will definitely have a good impression of us after he takes over. With his help, even if we don't become very successful, at least we can live a more peaceful life in Seattle."

Lynn picked up the trash bag with the $1 at her feet, turned around and walked back to the rented basement with Mike.

At the same time, several lines of system subtitles appeared before his eyes:

You've made the decision to rebel against Carlos Bonn, temporarily subduing their lackey, Francisco. How things develop afterward depends on the struggle and resolve you're willing to put in.

【虚弱诅咒+20%，腐蚀术+20%，角色经验+40，现有角色等级：lv3 222/300。】

"The experience required to level up increases with each level... I'm really looking forward to what skills I'll gain after reaching level 4!"

"Summoning magic is best, like Demon Guardian or Hellfire, but imps and succubi are also good."

Lynn licked her lips, lost in daydreams.

……

The next step is to wait for Francisco to go there and make the arrangements.

He will try his best to arrange for her to meet with Perez.

Before that, improving his character level and skill level as much as possible was Lynn's top priority in the past few days.

Lily just called and told them that several homeless people who went to try Britney's drug seem to be suffering from severe drug poisoning in the past few days, and asked them to go and help detoxify them.

Mike also received a call saying that some young men at the docks had heard that they were buying venomous snakes recently, so they caught several to sell.

Lynn then walked alone toward Jennifer and Britney's residence.

But as he walked past Columbia Street, he spotted two familiar figures near Fado Irish pub.

Those were the father and son, Runren, whom I had met before near the waterfall park.

They had just bought two tacos from a street vendor and were putting the change back into their pockets.

Suddenly, a black figure rushed over like the wind, snatched the large wad of banknotes from their hands, and ran away.

"Hey, that's my money! Robbery! Robbery!"

The middle-aged man immediately roared angrily at the black boy's retreating figure. At this moment, he felt that his outlook on life and the world had been greatly challenged!

I've lived in China for over 40 years and have never been robbed. How come I got robbed after only two days here?

Wasn't Xida supposed to be a beacon of civilization, with such good security that no one would pick up lost items and doors wouldn't be locked at night? What's going on here?

He shouted angrily at the other person.

He wanted to give chase, but after weighing his own old bones against the other person's agile physique like a long-distance runner, he finally sighed and shook his head.

But then he suddenly saw an SPD police car parked not far ahead, with two white officers wearing sunglasses sitting inside, eating tacos and donuts!

The middle-aged man clutched his head in disbelief!

Dude, I was robbed right in front of you guys, and you were less than 10 meters away. Are you just going to turn a blind eye and let the robber get away?

He immediately rushed forward, slammed his hands heavily on the hood of the police car, and roared at the two SPD officers who were enjoying their lunch!

"Hey, are you blind? Are your police uniforms fake?"

"That black man just robbed me of my money and ran away so brazenly, right under your noses!"

"You'd better go and get him back for me! That's $80, enough for two days' food!"

Because his English was very poor, it took the two white police officers a long time to understand what he meant, and they had to guess.

"Sir, please stop attacking the police car immediately!"

The officer in the driver's seat immediately got out of the car and put his left hand on the holster at his waist.

"First of all, this isn't our assigned neighborhood; we're just here to buy this tuck!"

"Secondly, it's noon now, our lunch break! Police officers are human too, they need rest, you know that, sir!"

His tone was extremely impatient. If it weren't for the fact that the middle-aged man and his son were dressed very neatly and cleanly, looking like ordinary tourists from the University of Tokyo, they would have been completely different.

He had already pulled out his handcuffs to teach those two ungrateful bastards a lesson.

Another white police officer leaned out of the car window and glared at him menacingly.

"With crime rates soaring in recent years, police resources have become increasingly strained, making our work already exhausting. Now they don't even let us have a proper lunch. If we don't get enough rest, how are we supposed to handle even more vicious criminals?"

Seeing the two American policemen looking so fierce, Runren, a middle-aged man, couldn't help but swallow hard and take a few steps back.

In the end, resigning himself to his fate, he grabbed his son, muttering curses as he quickly left the place, though it was unclear what he was saying.

"Sigh...we've protected you guys too much back home, you're such overgrown babies..."

Lynn was also a little hungry at this moment, so he stood in front of the stall, bought a taco, and ate it while enjoying the melon with great interest.

Shouldn't this father and son quickly change their mindset and realize that the meticulous and comprehensive protection they receive here is no longer available like it was back home...?

It's possible that when we meet them again, they'll be in a completely different, troublesome situation.