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

"You know what? Those guys in Carlos's gang have gone mad!"

"They were searching everywhere for a white man named Lynn, or a witch doctor."

"A witch doctor? How could a witch doctor be white?"

"I was surprised too, but that's what they said. They offered a $1000 reward to anyone who could report Lynn's location, and a $5000 reward if they could just bring Lynn to them."

……

In the past few days, all sorts of rumors have started circulating on the streets of Seattle, with homeless people whispering and gossiping among themselves.

Many people wanted to claim the reward, but they really didn't know where Lynn had gone.

Some people tried to scam money with fake news, only to have their bodies found on the street the next day.

The fire in Kalibu is huge.

In the past two days, he has used scorpions to execute several gang members who had made minor mistakes.

The entire gang was in a state of panic, with everyone feeling insecure.

Most people were unaware of the truth; they only knew that the boss was in a bad mood.

Only a very small number of people knew the truth: the child in the picture was not his real son. These people were all Karibu's confidants and elites.

"Find him! Search high and low! Turn Seattle upside down! Find this damn guy!"

Caribou took a deep drag on the cigar in his mouth, his eyes bloodshot like two grapes, and sat on the sofa in the living room of his villa, roaring at his underlings below.

"And find out exactly where that bastard Perez went! I got word that the police car transporting him crashed into a utility pole while trying to avoid a stray cat. The officer was knocked unconscious, and that lucky guy managed to escape!"

"If you can't bring these two people back to me quickly, then you'd better prepare to face my wrath!"

The group of underlings below all lowered their heads, meekly and submissive, not daring to breathe loudly.

But Francisco secretly glanced at the boss, who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, his heart filled with mockery and ridicule.

Some time ago, I only withheld a small amount of the goods during the transaction with the customer as a fee for my hard work.

But that damned bastard found out and whipped himself several times, not only making him vomit up what he had swallowed, but also fining him $5000 as a warning to others!

This made him increasingly nostalgic for the days when Perez was in power. That boss was so good to his subordinates! Not only did he make money, but he also frequently shared it with his underlings, and often treated them to good food, drinks, and entertainment…

"Just watch, Caribou, one day you will die because of your own cruelty."

……

Seattle, Chinatown.

Daniel and DeShawn, two black partners, strolled casually down the street.

They would ask everyone they met if they knew a young Asian man nicknamed "Black Hand".

But strangely, everyone they asked waved their hands and said they didn't know this person.

Judging from his eyes, he genuinely didn't know, rather than pretending not to know out of fear of getting into trouble.

The two brothers wandered around from early morning until noon, but couldn't get any answers, which made them very discouraged.

"Asians, there are the most Asians in Chinatown, why haven't we gotten any answers after asking around all morning? Could that guy be some kind of hidden assassin?"

DeShawn grumbled angrily as he munched on a donut.

Daniel, on the other hand, gulped down his milk tea and ate half a savory pancake, burping contentedly.

"Perhaps that Asia student isn't from the University of Tokyo, but rather of Japanese or Korean descent?"

"That's possible. So we won't get any information here. Wait, I'll go ask one last person. If all else fails, we'll head to the Korean neighborhood... Hey, buddy, you look like you're one of those street thugs. I need to ask you something. Do you know a young Asian man nicknamed 'Black Hand'?"

DeShawn then turned to a Chinese restaurant kitchen helper who was leaning against the wall, smoking and scrolling through his phone, and asked him a question.

"The mastermind? What do you want with him?"

Upon hearing the name, the young man immediately frowned, not even bothering to throw away the cigarette butt in his hand.

"It seems you know about this person. Let's ask around about him. If you can give us his exact information, the money is yours."

He pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket; it was all $20 bills, and judging by its thickness, it must have been at least $500.

"Grunt..."

The young kitchen helper's eyes widened immediately, and he visibly swallowed.

"How's it going? Any news about him?"

DeShawn tossed the thick wad of money in his hand; the heavy weight of it made the young man very envious.

"I know him."

The young man threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out, and then looked around warily, making sure no one was paying attention.

Tell me about it?

"He's of Korean descent, involved in the underworld, ah, I mean he's a gang member."

The young man's eyes lit up as he looked at the thick roll of money in the other person's hand.

"That guy is 27 years old now. Yeah, he's really good at fighting. He knows taekwondo and is quite good with a dagger too. He often does small jobs like collecting debts or teaching people a lesson. He also occasionally works as a middleman, but his fees aren't very high."

"Go on."

DeShawn and Daniel exchanged a glance, knowing they had finally gotten some information. He pulled out a few bills from the thick stack of money and handed them to the other.

"hey-hey……"

The other party took the bills and knew without counting that there were five, which was already $100.

"He belongs to a Korean gang called Black Rose, and he's a lower-middle-ranking member. But Korean gangs don't do very well in Seattle; they're often suppressed by our Chinatown gangs. So sometimes they do extreme things to grab business. Did you ask him about him because he offended you?"

Looking at the remaining $400 in the other person's hand, the young man swallowed hard and continued.

"Don't worry about that, just tell me everything you know."

"I was saying that recently, that gang has been suppressed by the gangs in Chinatown to the point of almost disbanding, so the underlings are going crazy and taking on all sorts of jobs. The black hand you mentioned is probably like that too."

"So that's how it is. No wonder he was so crazy, daring to... cough cough... do you know where we can find him?"

The two black henchmen exchanged a glance, then continued to ask.

"Ahem... You might not know if you ask others, but if you ask me, hehe, last month I asked him to help me teach some damn Japanese bastard a lesson... I know where he hangs out, that Korean restaurant on First Avenue... If you're lucky, you can find him there."

"Great, now we finally have news of him. The money is yours, young man. Take us there."