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

In the end, Lynn couldn't hold it in any longer and started vomiting violently, supporting himself on his knees. He vomited everything he had eaten over the past few days until there was nothing left to vomit before finally stopping.

"Wow, this sewer system has a really high human content..."

He tried his best to stand up and wiped his mouth, which was covered in drool, with the back of his hand.

"Wow, wow..."

Meanwhile, in the basin of water at her feet, Jasmine seemed to have recovered somewhat and began to wail loudly.

The voice was so soft, so weak, like that of a wounded little animal...

"Alright, alright, that's enough of the novelty for now. The dead cannot be brought back, but the living can still be saved..."

Lynn lowered his head and looked at the little girl in the basin, who was as thin as a monkey, and a profound sense of absurdity welled up in his heart.

If he hadn't jumped into the water and rescued her...

It probably won't be long before her body becomes part of this slime monster in front of her...

"God bless her, and bless you, merciful one..."

Old John looked at the baby in the basin, his face filled with tenderness and an indescribable sense of redemption.

"Poor little girl, thank goodness you met this shaman who radiates the light of the Loa..."

……

A dozen minutes later.

The Fountain Gang's new territory in the underworld.

Lynn looked at little Jasmine sucking on the milk from the bottle made from a recycled mineral water bottle and couldn't help but smile with a contented auntie smile.

"Luckily, she met you, Lynn."

Mike watched Lynn feeding the baby with a "bottle" with a complicated expression. He felt an indescribable yet incredibly powerful emotion surging violently in his chest.

He's a middle-aged man in his forties.

His long years of homelessness hadn't broken him, but his eyes were already red and swollen.

"Yes, haha, I think so too."

Lynn gently cradled the poor little life in her arms. Her skin, which was even drier and thinner than that of the little devil Naztim, finally became slightly moist and rosy as she was fed liquid food.

That's a sign that vitality is being restored.

"It's ironic that her biological parents abandoned her, while you, a complete stranger, rescued her from such a cruel hell..."

Lily, who was standing to the side, was also deeply moved by what she saw.

During her long life of wandering, she had witnessed too many small lives disappearing in silence, and she had long since developed a heart of stone and taken it all for granted.

The scene before her, filled with the brilliance of humanity, still deeply moved her.

Just as this heartwarming scene was unfolding, a series of hurried footsteps came from the direction of the sewer outlet.

"Tap tap tap tap..."

"Who is it?"

Mike looked up and warily shone his flashlight in that direction.

"Hey, it's me, DeSean!"

A voice with a thick black accent came from the direction of the light.

One of Lynn's two black henchmen walked over quickly, looked around, and seeing that only Lynn and Mike were in the tent, he recounted what had happened that afternoon.

"Boss, it's all done. The little boy has been taken to the designated location."

The thin, black man seemed unaccustomed to the complex smells here, constantly rubbing his nose and frowning.

"The man's expression was somewhat complicated when he saw me, and he addressed you with considerable respect. I also relayed your instructions to him, and he said he would do his best to treat the child well."

Finally unable to bear the smell of the sewers any longer, DeShawn sneezed several times before continuing.

"Boss, I know I shouldn't ask, but that person gives me a dangerous feeling. Is it okay for us to hand this child over to him like this?"

"I know that person is dangerous, but the situation is unavoidable... Alright, that's all for now. Go back to your business contacts. Do you have enough bandages and healing potions?"

Lynn opened a package he was carrying and pulled out a handful of basic healing potions and linen bandages.

Upon hearing this, DeShawn's expression immediately brightened, as if the surrounding stench had completely vanished for him!

"Boss, you're amazing! These bandages and this little red potion you blessed... Oh my god, how can I put it? It's incredible, truly incredible!"

DeShawn said, gesturing wildly, as if he were a super Apple fan who had finally met Jobs in person.

"No matter how severe the injury, one bandage will heal the wound immediately, with visible scabs forming and then falling off!"

"And this little red potion, even if someone is barely clinging to life, drinking one bottle will instantly restore their vitality. It's 100 times more powerful than the strongest enhancement agent!"

As he spoke, DeShawn opened his fanny pack, which was filled with rolls of $20 bills!

He took them out one roll at a time, each roll containing $1000, and there were five rolls in total!

"Boss, if we keep going like this, we'll make a fortune! You have no idea how much those street gangsters love this stuff! After the shootout, many of them were injured, some even on the verge of death!"

"These things of ours can save their lives instantly! Rumors are circulating that you're a medicine god masquerading as a witch doctor, and that your products are a hundred times more effective than those from large medical companies!"

"Really? Since they like it, let's keep restocking. Remember not to stay in one place for too long, or someone might target you and rob you of all your money and goods."

Lynn gave him another 10 bottles of basic healing potions and 10 rolls of linen.

With $5000 in hand, the Fountain Gang's operating funds have increased significantly.

Not to mention Aamir Khan, who regularly buys about five bottles of Lion King Power potion every month, which costs another $1500.

In this way, until Perez resolves their internal problems, the Fountain Gang members can stay safely in this place, which, although smelly, is warm enough to get through the winter.

Unfortunately, now that he has leveled up to lv4, crafting these life skill items no longer adds to his character experience, and buying medicine from the shop also doesn't add experience. Otherwise, he doesn't know how fast he would level up.

"By the way, boss, I've heard some more information about the person who tried to assassinate you last time."

After paying the money and delivering the goods, DeShawn whispered mysteriously in Lynn's ear.

"Oh? We've heard from them so quickly? Who did it?"

Lynn felt like he had offended a lot of people lately, and he didn't know who had done this to him.

"It seems to be an Asian guy from Chinatown, and he's also involved in a gang. There are rumors in the underworld that he previously hired an assassin to deal with you."

DeShawn looked worried as he said this. He had finally gotten a very respectable and lucrative job, and he didn't want his current boss to be assassinated at any time.

"Chinatown? Asians? Killer?"

Lynn stroked his slightly stubbled chin, smacked his lips, and began to think about whether he had offended any Asians recently.