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

Naztim used phase shift, transforming into a shadowy figure that followed Malibu.

After exiting the secret passage, the current leader of the Carlos gang made several turns and arrived at a street where an inconspicuous Ford Focus was parked.

Malibu got into the car, started the engine, and sped off, completely unaware that a little imp from the Twisted Nether was sitting in the passenger seat.

The car sped up and slowed down, and soon left the neighborhood protected by Carlos's gang, arriving at the Hilton Hotel in the Lake District.

He got out of the car, but instead of entering the famous hotel, he walked across the street and entered an ordinary apartment building without any signs.

"Ta-da!"

Once inside, his pace quickened noticeably.

Naztim could even hear his increasingly rapid breathing.

If he were facing Caribou directly, he would see a complex expression rapidly forming on his face.

Happiness, anticipation, anxiety, self-blame...

A variety of completely opposite emotions alternated on his face, but when he arrived at the door of room number 3 on the third floor, his face finally turned serious and calm.

"Hehe."

He knocked gently on the door.

If the other members of the gang saw this cautious and polite demeanor, they would definitely be so frightened that they would fall over!

When did our boss become so polite?

After waiting for a while, a weak voice finally came from inside the house.

"Please come in."

"call……"

This ruthless killer, who had never blinked an eye at killing, now showed a tense expression again. He took a deep breath before gently turning the handle to open the unlocked door.

The room inside is small, only about 10 square meters.

But it was decorated very...

childish.

To be more precise, he's more boyish.

This is what a typical 10-year-old boy's bedroom should look like.

It was covered with a thick wool rug painted with Pikachu and his friends.

Large posters of Kakarot and his friends are displayed on the wall.

On the left wall, against a bookshelf as tall as an adult, is filled to the brim with Japanese and American comics.

The table directly opposite was filled with various Gundam and Saint Seiya figures, interspersed with characters from One Piece and Naruto.

On the right side of the room was a 1.5-meter-wide wooden bed. Sitting cross-legged on the bed was a small boy with a pale face and yellow hair, holding a mobile phone and scrolling through the overseas version of Douyin (TikTok). From the phone came the comical sound of "what the dog doing".

"son……"

Caribou, the "Scorpion" who has killed countless people and whose face even the worst villains would frown upon, now wore an expression no different from that of any loving father.

"..."

The child looked at him with a blank expression, offering no reply.

But Karibu's eyes were filled with deep affection as he slowly approached him with trembling hands, then reached out and gently stroked the top of Karibu's malnourished head.

"My child, Antonio, dear Antonio, how are you? Do you miss your father?"

He gently stroked the child's face, but dared not use any force, as if afraid of hurting him.

But the child just stared at him blankly, without any expression or reaction.

"Has Aunt Camille been taking good care of you lately? Have you been eating well? Have you been going out to play with your friends a lot?"

He gently sat down by the bed, held the thin little boy in his arms, and gently stroked the boy's forehead with his stubble-covered chin.

"Dad knows you're a good boy, Antonio. You've always been good and adorable."

"Dad really wants to bring you to live with him... but Dad doesn't dare, you know? There are many people eyeing Dad's position, wanting to get rid of me and steal the boss's position. These damned people have no conscience or humanity at all. They want to get rid of me all the time, whether it's with a knife, a gun, poison, or setting a trap for me..."

"Dad lives in constant fear, like walking on thin ice... You're my only child, and I can't keep you with me. What if they suddenly go crazy and try to harm you? How could I live with myself? How could I face your mother who went to heaven so early?"

At this point, the villain, who had committed countless evil deeds and killed many people, had red eyes. A stream of turbid tears welled up in his eyes and slid down to his chin, dripping onto his son's cartoon bed sheet with Doraemon drawn on it, staining it with a dark flower.

"I know you miss me too, Antonio, I know. You're just... you're just not good at expressing yourself, right? You're just not good at expressing yourself, but you're actually very smart... Once I've raised $50, I'll take you to Rochester, Minnesota. We'll go to the Mayo Clinic. They're the best neurosurgeons in the world. They can definitely cure you, you know Antonio? They will definitely cure you, sob sob sob..."

Malibu held his son and poured out his heart, and as he spoke, he couldn't help but cry.

……

That night.

In the basement near Pioneer Square.

Lynn and Mike, who were warming themselves by the fire next to the small sun, each ate half a slice of cheese pizza and then let out a satisfied burp.

Meanwhile, Nazteem was enjoying a KFC fried chicken leg.

"To be honest, Lynn."

Mike held a cup of coffee and gulped down half of it, which finally eased his hiccups a little.

"What?"

Lynn was drinking a cup of black tea. He didn't put in many tea leaves, just enough to give it a flavor, because he didn't want to be unable to sleep in the middle of the night.

"The brat you summoned is both terrifying and utterly absurd..."

Mike, resting his chin on his hand, watched the kid take one fried chicken leg after another from a large bucket and eat them with great relish, seemingly with a lot of complaints to make.

"You said he was summoned from the Twisting Nether. Does the Voodoo Cult have such a place? Or is it just another name for Hell?"

"And he can even turn invisible! My God, he's a born spy! Compared to his very existence, Caribou's heart-wrenching father-son relationship becomes less surprising."

Yes, after the kid came back that night, the two of them heard this shocking news from him.

Although Naztim's words were filled with countless pieces of useless information and various exclamations and rambling catchphrases.

But the two of them were still taken aback when they heard the news.

Caribou's ostensibly adopted son, Antonio, turned out to be an imposter!

His real son, however, was raised in a secluded spot in the city center, to prevent anyone from getting close or coveting him!

"So his grand 10th birthday celebration for his son was actually a smokescreen, making people believe that the stand-in he was with was his real son!"

"If Perez knew this, he'd be ecstatic!"

"Yes, he'll definitely be very happy, after all, this is their Achilles' heel!"

"But... if what the kid says is true, that child is a poor, mentally challenged child, is it really okay for us to tell Perez about this?"

Lynn smacked his lips and said with a complicated expression.