An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

Across from the Rusty Anchor Bar.

On a dark street corner, a dilapidated Camry, unremarkable in appearance, was parked quietly.

The driver's side window was slowly lowered a crack.

Through this inconspicuous slit.

The scene in front of the Rusty Anchor Bar, resembling an apocalyptic carnival, was completely visible.

At this moment, the bar's main entrance is a veritable free shopping extravaganza.

The homeless men, who had just broken through the gate's defenses, were now frantically carrying their spoils out of the bar, just like hardworking ants.

Looking around, every figure rushing out of there was carrying something in their arms.

He carried mostly alcoholic beverages, including high-end whiskey, tequila, and vodka, stuffing them all into his pocket regardless of whether he knew them or not.

Others were carrying boxes of drinks and milk, cocktail spoons, bartenders, and whole Iberian hams from the kitchen...

They didn't even spare the crystal-clear glass wine glasses, the cartons of cigarettes, or even the cash on the cash register and the snacks.

Although sirens were blaring around the street and several uniformed police officers had arrived at the scene.

But they were powerless to stop these hundreds of people from the lower classes who had fallen into a frenzy.

There were just too many people; the saying "the law does not punish the masses" was perfectly exemplified here.

Moreover, thanks to the spread of the spirit of California's famous Proposition 47 in this land.

Faced with these "minor" thefts and robberies that never exceed $950 per incident, these police officers, who are paid a fixed salary, turn a blind eye and simply don't bother to do anything about them.

Even if you manage to catch them after a lot of effort, the prosecutor will just release them in the end, so it's a complete waste of time.

Thus, an extremely bizarre harmonious balance was achieved on the scene.

The police stood on the perimeter, hands on their hips, shouting warnings in a perfunctory manner.

The homeless people ignored them and continued their zero-dollar shopping spree, returning laden with their purchases.

The two sides did not interfere with each other, and the scene was extremely harmonious.

If the editor-in-chief of Yilin magazine saw this scene, he would definitely have to rush to finish the article overnight.

Immediately published more than a dozen reflective articles on "the struggles of the lower class and the brilliance of humanity".

Inside the Camry, the air was thick with smoke, creating a scene reminiscent of a secret realm.

"call--"

Lynn tilted his head back, cigarette between his fingers, and exhaled several perfect smoke rings.

His deep eyes reflected the chaos at the bar entrance, and a smile involuntarily curved his lips.

"Excellent, very well done."

Lynn nodded, his voice filled with admiration.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to find a place to flick his cigarette ash.

The next moment, a pair of large, rough, black hands expertly reached out and held the cigarette firmly beneath it.

At the same time, I heard Zuo Heilong Mike's rough voice, full of obsequiousness and flattery:

"Hehe, it's all thanks to your excellent leadership behind the scenes, Boss! I was just running errands and following your plan exactly!"

Looking at the rough, dark red palms in front of him, Lynn couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Zuo Heilong is indeed a talented person!

Not only is he highly efficient, but his flattery and ability to read people always surprise me.

Thinking this to himself, Lynn flicked his wrist, flicked off the ash from his cigarette, and chuckled softly:

"Alright, stop being modest with me. If you hadn't thrown that stinky shoe down there, these homeless people might not have had the guts to rush in and do the free shopping."

That's right, everything that's causing the Blood Wolf Gang so much pain is all orchestrated by him behind the scenes.

This included spreading false information that the Rusty Anchor Bar would give out money and scallion pancakes, and arranging for Mike to infiltrate the crowd and incite riots.

Not only that, Mark's men were relentlessly followed by homeless people when they went out to collect protection money, Lenny's distribution route was targeted, and Silas's casino and strip club were so disgustingly run that they were forced to close down...

These were all his doing.

To date, his elaborate scheme has been executed flawlessly!

"Hehehe! This is all thanks to the boss's excellent leadership! Boss, you're simply amazing!"

Mike casually wiped the ash from his cigarette on his trouser leg, then grinned widely, his thick mouth revealing his teeth.

"You didn't see it! The shoe print on that arrogant Blood Wolf Gang leader's face was so clear! Haha, we made them suffer so easily, it was so satisfying!"

Mike is adept at navigating the workplace, never seeking credit, and always maintaining extreme humility.

He deeply understood a principle.

That means when your boss praises you, you must always remain humble and never get cocky!

That smooth-talking head of his was so quick and agile that it didn't seem like he was a carefully selected Black man at all.

"Heh~"

Kane, sitting in the passenger seat, caught a glimpse of Mike's sycophantic behavior and couldn't help but scoff disdainfully.

It's unclear whether it was simply because they looked down on Mike's point-losing behavior, or out of some kind of jealousy.

"Oh, completely overwhelmed?"

Lynn ignored the subtle rivalry between the two and took another deep drag on the cigarette.

In the thick smoke, those deep eyes narrowed dangerously, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips:

"This is just the beginning. The real show... is far from over."

Currently, his plan is only halfway through.

His ultimate goal was never simply to cause the Blood Wolf Gang a lot of trouble and lose some money.

Instead, we must completely destroy the Blood Wolf Gang! Uproot it from the ground!

Upon hearing this, both Kane and Mike were startled, feeling as if the temperature inside the car had inexplicably dropped a few degrees.

They couldn't help but silently mourn for the Blood Wolf Gang.

Of all people to mess with, these gangsters had to pick a fight with a formidable opponent like Lynn.

Just as the two were in shock, Lynn gave another order:

"Mike, tell the guys down there, the Rust Anchor Bar, the underground casino, and that strip club, keep getting men moving tonight!"

"We'll divide them into several shifts. I want them to have no peace and quiet 24 hours a day, absolutely no chance for them to catch their breath! Understand?"

"Understood, Sir!" Mike straightened his broad back and answered loudly without hesitation.

Kane, on the other hand, frowned, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

He paused, then couldn't help but turn to look at Lynn:

"Boss, are we pushing the Blood Wolf Gang too hard? What if they become desperate and decide to fight us to the death..."

Before Kane could finish speaking, Lynn let out a loud, unrestrained laugh, his laughter radiating an air of complete confidence.

"Trying to push someone to the brink? Like a cornered dog jumping over a wall?"

A chilling glint flashed in Lynn's eyes: "Heh... what I want is for them to resort to desperate measures!"

Just as Lynn was about to continue explaining the next details, his expression suddenly froze.

My gaze pierced through the windshield and was fixed on a figure that had just swarmed out of the Rusty Anchor Bar.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He was an Asian man who was at most a little over 1.7 meters tall.

He sported a buzz cut and his skin was tanned and rough by the Seattle sun.

The most striking feature is the two rather comical mustache tufts below his lips.

Those eyes were darting around, revealing a shrewdness and vigilance.

The man was clutching a tattered cloth bag tightly in his hand, which made a crisp "clinking" sound as he walked.

Through the gap in the cloth bag, one could vaguely glimpse that it was filled with beautifully packaged high-end red wines!

This person was none other than the lecturer I hadn't contacted in a long time!

The lecturer scanned his surroundings with extreme caution, then quickly slipped away into a dark alleyway.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

Kane keenly noticed the change in Lynn's gaze and immediately reached for the hilt of his gun at his waist.

"It's nothing." Lynn casually flicked his cigarette butt out the window, a smile flashing in his eyes. "I saw someone I know. You guys wait here for me for a bit."

After saying that, Lynn pushed open the car door and headed straight for the direction where the lecturer had disappeared.

Lynn was extremely fast.

A few minutes later, they quietly followed the lecturer who was counting his spoils deep in the back alley of the bar.

"Wow, bro, you're pretty good! You carried a lot!"

Lynn suddenly stepped forward and slammed his hand heavily on the lecturer's thin shoulder.

"Fuck! Who?"

The lecturer trembled with fright and immediately turned around like a startled bird.

He instinctively clutched the cloth bag full of red wine tightly with both hands, desperately trying to hide it behind his back.

However, when he saw the handsome and familiar face in front of him, he froze on the spot.

Immediately, a look of heartfelt ecstasy bloomed on that weathered face.

"Holy crap! Lin! It's you?"

The lecturer was so agitated that he even swore, "What are you doing wandering around here? Aren't you always hanging around that homeless park on South King Street?"

"Oh my goodness! You walked so quietly, you scared me to death!"

After confirming that the visitor was Lynn, the lecturer's mouth started chattering like a machine gun.

His eyes were filled with the joy of reuniting with old friends.

Lynn didn't interrupt, and just listened to his rambling with a smile on her face.

Only when the lecturer finally caught his breath and stopped did he take out a cigarette from his pocket, pull it out, and throw it over.

He then lit a cigarette and replied with a smile, "I was just passing by and taking care of some personal business."

He didn't intend to tell the lecturer about his grudges with the Blood Wolf Gang, as that wouldn't do the lecturer any good.

Those at the bottom of society know less and live more safely.

"Something to take care of?" The lecturer looked Lynn up and down suspiciously for a few moments, then suddenly his eyes lit up with a look of realization:

"Hey! I know! You must have heard the rumor and came here to get that free scallion pancake and ten dollars, right?"

At this point, the lecturer spat and angrily cursed:

"What the hell! It turns out some bastard spread fake news, making me travel this far in this scorching sun!"

"If I find out who did this, I'll kick their ass to pieces with my size 43 shoes, and they'll never get away with it!"

"Um?"

Upon hearing this, Lynn paused slightly in the act of holding the cigarette, and his eye twitched involuntarily twice.

What is all this about? How did the boomerang end up hitting me?

Just as Lynn cleared her throat, preparing to change the subject...

The lecturer, seeing Lynn's stiff expression, had clearly misunderstood something.

He immediately stepped forward with great enthusiasm, patted Lynn's shoulder forcefully, and comforted her:

"Oh, it's no big deal, buddy! As the saying goes, it's a fool not to take advantage of foreigners!"

"Besides, taking things from inside isn't considered taking advantage. The Empress Dowager already paid for it back then. We're just taking back what's rightfully ours!"

As he spoke, the lecturer glanced down at Lynn's empty hands and said with a hint of disappointment:

"What? You're just standing there like an idiot? Didn't you join the crowd inside for the free shopping... no, didn't you go inside to receive the Empress Dowager's gift to overseas Chinese?"

"No..." Lynn chuckled.

Seeing that the lecturer had already imagined a whole drama, he simply gave up trying to explain.

"Hey! Looks like you're still a bit inexperienced on the streets!"

The lecturer shook his head with an air of experience: "In situations like this, it's all about quick reflexes, ruthlessness, and precision! You have to strike before those black guys do!"

Without saying a word, the lecturer boldly opened the tattered bag behind him and shook it like a treasure.

Accompanied by the crisp clinking of bottles, the lecturer smacked his lips, a smug look on his face:

"Look at these red wines I picked out! I can't understand the labels, but the packaging is so high-end. Any one of these bottles could easily sell for a hundred dollars on the black market!"

"Alright then!" The lecturer gritted his teeth, seemingly having made a decision:

"Everyone gets a share! We're best buddies, so it'll be half and half for each of us! You take three bottles!"

"For me?" Lynn raised her eyelids slightly, somewhat surprised.

"Yeah, with our relationship, what's a few bottles of cheap liquor!"

The lecturer waved his hand dismissively, appearing quite nonchalant.

"I appreciate your kindness, but I'm not a big fan of red wine." Lynn smiled, a smile that was unusually genuine.

It wasn't because of these few bottles of expensive wine worth hundreds of dollars, but because of the lecturer's thoughtfulness.

This means that I didn't misjudge him back then; although he's stingy, he's still quite loyal.

"You don't like it? Really? You're not just being polite, are you?"

The lecturer was clearly skeptical, thinking Lynn was too embarrassed to take it, and while speaking, he tried to forcibly pull out the bottle and shove it into Lynn's arms.

"I really won't drink it."

Lynn dodged the lecturer and smoothly changed the subject: "By the way, how's your TikTok account going lately?"

When the lecturer mentioned his proud career, his eyes lit up, and he immediately began gesturing wildly:

"Seriously, it's pretty good! My follower count is almost at 10,000! Domestic netizens especially love watching my videos, particularly the jungle series!"

"If I happen to catch a glimpse of one or two pretty foreign girls in my videos, the comments section explodes!"

At this point, the lecturer suddenly revealed an extremely lewd expression that any man would understand, and raised an eyebrow at Lynn.

Then, as if he had suddenly thought of something extremely exciting, he slapped his thigh hard:

"Oh, right! Do you remember that blonde girl named 'Blue Angel' from before?"

"What?" Huan Lin En didn't react for a moment.

"Oh dear!" The lecturer hurriedly pulled out his phone and skillfully opened OF, which is popular all over the world.

While opening it, she excitedly said, "It's that blogger you were so engrossed in reading on my phone last time! What a coincidence!"

"Just a few days after you watched it last time, this blogger seemed to have suddenly had a breakthrough, and the videos they made... wow, they're so captivating!"

As he spoke, the lecturer's fingers flew across the follow list.

When Lynn saw the familiar [Blue Angel] ID on the screen, and the familiar surrender gesture...

Lin's expression instantly became more bizarre and fascinating than ever before.

That incredibly stingy lecturer actually spent real money to subscribe to Katie's Channel!

I am one of Katie's most valued paid fans!

At this point, the instructor couldn't wait to open Katie's second yoga video.

He stared at the screen, smacked his lips hard, and almost drooled.

"Even though she's wearing a mask, I can guarantee with my eyes that have seen countless women that this girl is absolutely gorgeous!"

Did you see her lips? They're so soft and youthful! They must feel so moisturized to the touch!

Listening to the lecturer's nonchalant daydreaming, Lynn remained unmoved, her voice barely changing: "Hmm... it's alright, barely passable."

"Holy crap? Not bad!"

The lecturer was immediately displeased with this perfunctory evaluation, turning around and glaring at him, asking, "You haven't even touched it, how do you know it's just okay?"

Upon hearing this, Lynn smiled meaningfully.

He glanced down at Yun Chang without leaving a trace, then casually exhaled a puff of green smoke, uttering three words in a calm yet earth-shattering tone:

"It has tasted it."

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