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

The next morning, just as Lynn and Mike were about to leave, they were greeted by an uninvited guest.

"I am Mamelo of Carlos Bones. You have taken over Thomas's debt, and today is the due date for repayment."

The man with a skull tattoo on his face and a fierce expression quickly walked up to the two of them as soon as he got out of the car.

"8% daily interest, totaling $21200 including principal and interest."

Mamelo was followed by a dark-skinned Latino henchman; both men had bulging waists with the outlines of gun holsters faintly visible.

"It's finally here."

Lynn and Mike exchanged a glance and both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

They could have approached Perez, helped him get promoted, and then forgiven the debt.

But now that Perez himself is in dire straits, it seems this path may be blocked.

But the money can never be returned.

Lynn has figured things out during this time.

To these gangsters, paying back the money is seen as a sign of weakness.

Once you pay back the money, they will find more excuses to keep you paying it back, and you'll never be able to pay it all back.

Lynn gave Mike a look, and the two of them simultaneously reached for the pistol holsters at their waists.

"I'm sorry, we can't possibly repay this money."

Mike spoke first, his eyes already catching sight of Jack and Bob (Chapter 4, the person Lynn first saved with the antidote) sneaking over.

The weapons we bought some time ago have already been given to a few of the Fountain Gang members who are still in relatively good health, and now they are coming in handy.

"Heh, do you think a few of you can stand against the Carlos Gang?"

The man who called himself Mamelo revealed a disdainful smile, as did his henchman, who didn't take the group's threat of violence seriously at all.

As a medium-sized gang with 3000 members spread throughout King County, the Carlos Gang had every reason to disregard Lynn's threat.

"This is a debt you imposed on us in the first place. Thomas owes you money, but we don't!"

"Heh, is that so? So you're going to completely break ties with us?"

"It's not about tearing off relations, it's about fighting to the end! And you'd better think about whether you'll ever need my help, the witch doctor, in the future."

You have a certain amount of confidence to say that, as he has made quite a name for himself in the surrounding area over the past few kilometers.

Everyone knows there is a very effective witch doctor here who can save people, communicate with spirits, and even make people lose their strength instantly, or even turn them into half a dried-up corpse.

Moreover, he charges fair prices and treats everyone fairly, young and old.

"Of course, of course I need your help, so this time I'm not only here to collect debts, but also to bring a suggestion for the boss."

Mamero lowered his hand from its holster and shrugged dismissively.

"What suggestion?"

Mike asked at the opportune moment.

"That means joining us and becoming our Carlos Gang's exclusive paranormal consultant."

"It's about doing the same things you did on the streets within our gang. Once you become a full member, not only will this debt be forgiven, but you and your henchmen will also receive a monthly salary, and there will be bonuses for good performance. How about that? Isn't that a very generous offer?"

"Your personal paranormal consultant?"

Lynn was stunned; he hadn't expected the other party to make such a suggestion.

"I need to think about it."

Lynn also lowered his hand from the pistol and said to him with a serious expression.

"Okay, I'll give you a week to think it over. If you agree, the interest for this week will be waived."

"But if your answer is no next time, then you can calculate for yourself how much money you'll owe us, including interest."

After saying that, Mamelo didn't linger. He took his henchmen back to his car, stepped on the gas, and drove off in a dashing manner.

"Lynn, are you really planning to join their gang? It's a bottomless pit; once you're in, you'll never get out!"

Jack and Bob ran over at this moment. They had also heard the other party's suggestion and asked with concern.

Once Lynn joins Carlos's gang, the Fountain Gang will lose a huge backer.

"I don't know, so I need some time to think about it."

……

After offering some words of advice to Lynn, the two left with trepidation.

"Are you really going to consider this? What they're saying makes a lot of sense. Once you're in there, you'll never get out! And you know how chaotic and dangerous those Latino gangs are..."

"I said that on purpose. How could I possibly join such a dangerous gang? Someone as naive as me would be devoured without a trace if I went in. Let's go, let's proceed according to plan."

……

The two hailed a taxi by the roadside, gave each other an address, and then sat silently in the car waiting to arrive at their destination.

Half an hour later, at the Hilton Hotel in the Lake District, across the street from that nameless apartment building.

The two stood at the door of room number 3 on the third floor and gently knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

A middle-aged woman's voice came from inside the door, and at the same time, something blocked the peephole, dimming the light through it.

What she saw was a clean, tidy, and cheerful young man in a sanitation worker's uniform.

Room cleaning service!

"Oh, wasn't it cleaned just the day before yesterday?"

She asked skeptically.

"The day before yesterday, Leonardo cut corners while working and got scolded by the foreman. As compensation, he made me, the newcomer, clean up for you all for free. After all, we are an excellent and responsible management team."

"Is that so? Okay, Leonardo is indeed clumsy and slow when he's working, I can't clean as well as him... Please come in."

The door opened from the inside, and a plump middle-aged woman with a kind smile gestured for the young man in a cleaner's uniform to enter.

But she suddenly realized that her body was so heavy that she couldn't lift her arms, and her legs were so weak that she could no longer stand.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am, but we have no other choice."

The black light in Lynn's hand faded, and the level 2 Weakness Strike was more powerful than the level 1, capable of instantly rendering ordinary people unable to resist. Of course, the mana cost also increased from 10 points to 20 points.

Mike, who was hiding on one side of the door, stepped forward and gently helped the middle-aged woman who had collapsed to the ground. He carefully placed her on the ground, turned his head away, and tried his best not to look at the terrified and desperate look in her eyes.

A thin, listless little boy was sitting on the bed in the room reading the Naruto manga when two strangers entered through the door. He didn't even lift his head.

"Little Antonio, good boy, we're really sorry, but we have to borrow you for a bit..."

With mixed emotions, Lynn walked to the bedside, reached out her hands, and gently picked up the child.