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

"Hey bro, what are you doing?"

Lynn broke out in a cold sweat immediately. He quickly raised his hands and put on an innocent smile.

The man holding the pistol was a bald Latino man wearing a loose-fitting hip-hop style jacket. He had a slashed line across his right eyebrow and a lip ring, making him look very fierce.

Next to him was a young black man wearing a baseball cap backwards, with a bulge at his waist, which was unclear whether it was a handgun, a dagger, or something else.

"Don't try to act all friendly with us. Who's your brother? Tell me, where's Thomas?"

The Latino bald man pressed the gun against Lynn's head and spun it hard, chewing gum as he asked in a roguish tone.

So they came looking for Thomas!

A thought flashed through Lynn's mind: How the hell am I supposed to tell them this?

He said that he and Mike chased away the bull, but were hit and killed by a garbage truck on their way out, and were then sold for $800.

Regardless of whether the other party believes it or not.

Even if the other party believes it, they will definitely seek revenge for their people. What will happen to my own life?

Although in principle he could use his weakness curse to easily take down even a bull like Thomas, Mike and he could do so with ease.

But now the principles are in their hands, so what can we do?

They could only play dumb. The heavy rain had already washed away the bloodstains on the street, and there wasn't a single intact security camera in the area. As long as they said he had left long ago, the two of them wouldn't have any evidence to prove they were lying.

"You mean that big, brute? He just came here, stole all my savings, and left, so I have no idea where he went..."

[Excellent Eloquence] is activated to make his words more persuasive and to make him more composed when lying.

Lynn shrugged helplessly and said with a bitter expression.

"You're lying, kid, even though you're good at controlling your expressions."

The bald Latino grabbed Lynn by the collar and pulled him up sharply, making it hard for him to breathe.

"You can't fool us, because James has been following him the whole time. He saw everything clearly: his fight with you guys and being hit by the garbage truck from the waste management company!"

He pointed his thumb behind him to the black guy next to him, who raised his chin and gave a smug "you can't fool me" look.

Damn it, the whole incident was witnessed by them, how can they possibly deny it now?

"You two, listen to me, things aren't what you think, I..."

There were eyewitnesses, and no matter how much he tried to argue, his "excellent eloquence" was useless now. Lynn hurriedly organized his thoughts, not knowing how to gloss over the matter.

There's no way to fight him. I only have one [Weakness Curse] left. As long as the opponent still has the strength to flick their finger, I'll be doomed.

"Hey, don't be so nervous, we're not here for revenge! Hahaha, look how scared this kid is, he's almost peed his pants!"

Suddenly, the bald Latino man revealed a strange smile and burst into laughter.

"He wasn't part of our gang, so we have no obligation to avenge him. It's just that this guy owed us $1, and because of you, he died. Now we can't find anyone to pay him, so we have no choice but to come to you, right?"

Mike was also awakened by the noise and poked his head out of the tent, carrying his hose.

But the black guy pulled out a gun and pointed it at his head, making him obediently walk over and squat down next to Lynn with his hands on his head.

"No, he was hit and killed by a garbage truck, you can't blame us!"

Even though Mike was disarmed, he still shouted loudly indignantly.

"I don't care what you think. He died because he came looking for you, so you have to pay for this!"

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the bald Latino man grabbed a pistol and pulled the trigger, firing a shot into the ground between Lynn and Mike, creating a loud bang!

The water splashed up by the bullets and landed on their faces, bringing only fear and a chill.

"Two weeks, two weeks. If you can't pay back the money, our Carlos Gang will take something from you, like your eyes or kidneys. I'm sure hospitals and biotech companies will love that, haha!"

He stood up, took out a clean towel and wiped the rain-soaked gun barrel, then carefully put it back into the leather holster on his waist.

"Don't even think about sneaking away. We'll have people watching you."

After saying that, the two got into the car, stepped on the gas, and sped away.

Only Lynn and Mike, dumbfounded, were left squatting in the rain. Xiahou Dun looked at Yang Jian, and their eyes met.

"Damn it, these vipers, devils, ruthless demons who devour people without spitting out the bones!"

Only then did Mike find the courage to stand up and curse fiercely in the direction the car had left.

Lynn, however, felt dizzy and lightheaded. Already weak from his resurrection, he was further frightened by the series of shocks, and his legs were so weak that he couldn't even stand up.

"What should we do? That's $1, son of Beach! Even when I was a teacher, it would take me four or five months to save that amount!"

Having spent a long time on the streets, Mike naturally knew that gangsters wouldn't reason with you. He couldn't expect them to take responsibility for a $1 bad debt; he had to find a sucker to take the fall.

If it were anyone else, he could have just stood by and watched the show, but it just so happened to him...

"Mike, help me up..."

Lynn was also overwhelmed with despair. She had just managed to scrape together enough money to rent a place for a month and had even made plans to work multiple jobs to escape the financial crisis.

Before the plan could even be implemented, this devastating news struck!

He wanted to cry but couldn't. That was a whopping $1, which is equivalent to 65000 RMB!

Where is he going to earn that much in just two weeks?

Even though this is a place where you can find Gundams to sell for money, one Gundam might only fetch $500 if you're lucky. They would need to collect at least 20 corpses to make enough money!

Where are they supposed to find so many corpses?

Side Quest: Thomas's Debt. Thomas, whom you sold, had a debt to the Carlos gang that was about to expire. He's dead, but the debt remains, and the gang members have already identified you as the culprits.

It seems they've decided you absolutely must pay this debt. Once you do, you'll receive the mission reward.

"Holy crap, even the system is convinced I have to pay this debt..."

"Hey, hey, pharmacist kid! My brother's been poisoned! Come quick, save his life!"

Just when he was in utter despair and on the verge of tears, a hoarse shout suddenly came from behind him.

He turned his head and saw a thin figure running from the direction of the fountain square.