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

The lounge is located on the second floor of the Rusty Anchor Bar.

As Lynn's eyes lit up at the small, luminous text that appeared before him, a sharp glint flashed across them.

His facial muscles twitched slightly, and an uncontrollable surge of ecstasy burst forth.

They're here! They're here! They're finally here!

After a long time, my anger has finally reached LV1!

In other words, as of now.

All emotions on my own panel have successfully broken through to LV1.

Of course, none of these are the most important things.

What made his heart pound the most was that the survival skill extracted from this [Anger] emotion was [Firearms Mastery]!

This survival skill came at the perfect time.

In this land of America, composed of irritable police officers who readily empty their magazines and Black people who pull UZIs out of their crotches at any time.

[Firearms Mastery] is an absolute must-have!

In a sense, this is already the most practical life-saving skill available.

With this skill as a foundation, one's personal safety is immediately significantly improved.

From a distance, there's the newly acquired [Gun Mastery] skill for a one-shot headshot; up close, there's [Street Fighting] for melee combat.

Furthermore, it is enhanced by the near-predictive early warning capabilities of the [Killing Intent Radar].

Now, even if someone shamelessly attacks you in a dark alley, you won't be afraid.

This is absolutely fantastic!

Amidst the violent tremors in his mind, Lynn felt a chilling sensation deep within his brain.

Immediately afterwards, a massive amount of highly specialized firearms knowledge flooded into my mind like a burst dam.

From quick draw techniques for various types of guns to blind disassembly and assembly of firearms that can be done with one's eyes closed.

From calculating the ballistic drop of bullets of different calibers to the subtle effects of wind speed and humidity on bullet deflection in complex environments...

Countless elite-level shooting theories were forcibly imprinted deep into their nerves.

What's amazing is that this vast and complex knowledge seems to be an instinct he has always possessed.

At this moment, the memories are simply being reawakened, and there is no feeling of swelling or discomfort in the brain.

In less than a minute, all the shooting knowledge had been completely digested.

After digesting his food, Lynn subconsciously reached for the cold, golden revolver at his waist.

The moment my fingertips touched the gun handle, a wonderful feeling, completely different from anything I had felt before, arose spontaneously.

It was as if this golden revolver had come to life and was in harmony with his will.

In an instant, a dozen or so optimal shooting techniques for the current situation flashed through my mind like a conditioned reflex.

It's no exaggeration to say that Lynn felt his drawing speed and accuracy were now much better.

He could even directly confront Kane, the White Tiger, and hold his own without being at a disadvantage!

"call……"

Letting out a long breath, Lynn calmed himself down and forcibly suppressed the urge to draw his gun and try it out right now.

A slight smile played on his lips, clearly indicating his extreme satisfaction with the [Firearms Mastery] skill.

As I said before, although it is only at a basic level, it is more than enough to handle most emergencies.

Additionally, if there is an opportunity in the future, it can be upgraded to intermediate or even advanced levels.

Then I can definitely be considered a gun god in this land!

Just as Lynn was secretly savoring the moment.

"Damn yellow-skinned monkey! If you have the guts, shoot me right now! You despicable bastard, I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

"When my brothers get back, they'll skin you alive and stuff your ass in your ass..."

Mark, his knees broken, lay on the chair like a mad dog, staring intently at Lynn, spewing out extremely foul and vicious curses.

"Shut up!"

Before Lynn could react, White Tiger Kane, who was standing to the side, turned cold.

He swung the pistol around and slammed the hard butt into Mark's cheek!

"Ugh—"

With a sickening cracking sound, Mark immediately clutched his face in agony and let out a muffled groan like a pig being slaughtered.

Several broken teeth, mixed with blood, were spat onto the carpet.

"Hey! Kane, how could you be so rude to our respected Boss Mark? I have something very important to ask him."

Lynn snapped out of his daze and waved his hand to stop Kane from doing so.

Then, he slowly stood up, looking down at Mark, whose face was covered in blood, and said in a low voice:

"Listen carefully, Mr. Mark, I only have one question for you: where do Victor's KK Clinic get those high-end generic drugs that are completely unavailable on the market?"

The words fell.

Mark, who had been covering his face and wailing in pain, suddenly became eerily quiet.

He slowly lowered his left hand from his face, revealing a face contorted in agony and madness.

Then, the bloodied corner of his mouth slowly stretched upwards, forming an exaggeratedly large and horrifying arc.

"Heh... So that's how it is! No wonder you took such a big risk to come to me, it turns out... it turns out you wanted to know how to make generic drugs!"

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!"

Mark suddenly burst into laughter as if he had an epileptic seizure, and even tears welled up in his eyes from laughing.

Suddenly, the shrill laughter stopped abruptly.

Mark looked up, staring intently at Lynn with an extremely malicious and vengeful gaze, gritting his teeth and cursing each word:

"You damned yellow-skinned monkey, I'd rather die than tell you!!!"

Then, he burst into laughter again, almost in a nervous manner.

It was as if I could already see Lynn's frustrated and exasperated expression.

Seeing this stubborn scene, Kane's eyes sharpened, and without saying a word, he picked up the butt of his gun, ready to crack his skull open again.

But Lynn stretched out her arm and stopped her with a smile.

"Kane, fighting and killing is so uncivilized. We are respectable people who value reason."

Lynn patted Kane on the shoulder, then looked at the laughing Mark and smiled meaningfully:

"I believe that Boss Mark's current tough stance is just a temporary lapse in judgment. Once he calms down a bit, I'm sure he'll be very proactive in telling me everything."

After saying that, Lynn seemed to have thought of something and turned to Kane to ask:

"By the way, which hand of Viktor's were you binding when you were at the clinic?"

"Left hand!" Kane answered crisply and truthfully, though he didn't understand.

"Very good!" Lynn nodded approvingly.

"Then, to prevent any accidents, could you please tie Boss Mark's left hand to the chair as well?"

"Can."

Kane had no further questions and turned to find suitable tools for securing the object.

"Remember to tie it tight. I'm afraid Boss Mark might get too excited and move around, and hurt himself."

Lynn gently reminded him again.

"clear!"

As Kane nodded in agreement, he tore several extremely tough discarded banner ribbons from the decorations inside the house and shredded them.

Immediately, he moved forward with remarkable speed and agility.

Ignoring Mark's struggles, they tightly bound Mark's left hand to the solid wood armrest of the chair, again and again.

They even thoughtfully pulled Mark's already broken right hand over and tied it tightly to the other handrail.

This is the awareness that an excellent subordinate should have.

Not only must we perfectly complete the tasks assigned by our superiors, but we must also think ahead of them and act ahead of them!

Lynn nodded in satisfaction as he watched Kane's smooth and skillful binding technique.

"What are you doing?! You yellow-skinned monkey, what are you doing?!"

Faced with Kane's somewhat bizarre and violent actions, Mark desperately twisted his body and shouted.

Combined with Lynn's malicious smile, a very bad premonition welled up in my heart.

"Shh-"

Lynn gestured for Mark to be quiet, a chillingly meaningful smile playing on her lips:

"Don't shout, Mr. Mark. Just a friendly reminder, you'd better start conserving your energy now."

"What exactly do you want?!"

Upon hearing this, Mark's bad premonition instantly reached its peak.

His voice even carried a hint of barely concealed tremor.

Lynn did not answer, but slowly took out a delicate silver tin box from his inside pocket.

With a soft "click," the tin box was slowly opened.

The moment Mark saw the contents of the metal box, his pupils shrank to a tiny slit in extreme fear!

Inside the metal box lined with sterile velvet was a complete set of highly professional microsurgical equipment.

Exquisite hemostatic forceps, sharp tissue tweezers, small bone chisels, and several surgical scalpels with blades gleaming with a cold, eerie light were neatly arranged inside.

Under the lights, it exuded a chilling aura of death and dissection.

"What are you doing? Don't come any closer!!!"

Mark began to struggle wildly in the chair like a fish out of water, oblivious to the aggravation of his broken bones, his voice completely distorted.

At that moment, the unknown sense of horror in his heart even surged from the soles of his feet all the way to the top of his head!

"Hehe, don't worry, you'll find out soon enough."

Lynn still did not give a direct answer.

Instead, with a focused expression, he picked up the sharpest No. 11 scalpel from the metal box and gently rubbed the handle with his fingertips.

He then slowly approached Mark, who was bound like a pretzel, bent down, and asked him one last time in a gentle tone:

"Mr. Mark, I'll ask one last time, are you going to talk about the distribution channels for generic drugs?"

Ma Ke gritted his teeth, the muscles in his cheeks bulging.

His eyes were filled with fear and resentment as he stared at Lynn, but he refused to utter a single word.

"I see."

Lin En nodded slightly.

Immediately afterwards, his gaze turned cold and focused.

Without any unnecessary words, his left hand firmly gripped the base of Mark's left thumb, which was tied to the armrest, like an iron clamp.

With precision and ruthlessness, the No. 11 scalpel in his right hand made a clean and swift cut along the palmar tendon texture at the base of his thumb!

"Pfft!"

The sharp blade easily sliced ​​through Mark's skin and fat layer.

Lynn's actions were extremely professional and ruthless.

With a deft flick of the knife tip through the flesh, a flexor tendon, resembling a white rubber band, was instantly exposed to the air.

Then, the blade pushed forward mercilessly.

"Click—"

A barely audible, yet chilling, thud was heard as the tendon in the thumb was severed.

Throughout the entire process, Lynn's expression remained unchanged.

He was as indifferent as a cold-blooded butcher dissecting mice on a dissection table.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!! What are you doing?! My hand!!!"

The ten fingers are connected to the heart!

The moment Mark's thumb tendon was severed, he exhibited an extremely terrifying stress response.

The extremely agonizing screams almost lifted the roof off the lounge!

The excruciating pain, enough to destroy reason, instantly pierced his brain like an electric current.

Cold sweat poured down his forehead like a waterfall, his teeth clenched so tightly they cracked, and his whole body convulsed and trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted!

Within seconds, a foul odor filled the air.

The crotch of his expensive suit trousers instantly became soaking wet, and he completely lost control of his urination!

However, at this moment, Lynn, who was holding the scalpel, was secretly enjoying the strange pleasure of controlling the pain of others.

He realized he seemed to be a bit abnormal, that he was damnably obsessed with this feeling!

However, Mark's agonizing screams, like those of a pig being slaughtered, somewhat ruined the elegant atmosphere.

Lynn frowned, and without thinking or looking up, ordered, "It's too noisy. Gag him!"

"Yes!" Kane immediately tore off a piece of rag and roughly stuffed it into Mark's mouth.

The noise vanished instantly, and the world became quiet.

Lynn relaxed her brow with satisfaction and continued her artistic work.

"Pfft!"

With swift, fluid movements, the knife flashed and fell.

Lynn precisely sliced ​​open the base of Mark's index finger, and with a skillful flick of the knife, the tendon in his index finger was once again swiftly severed.

"Ughhhhh!!!"

Mark's eyes rolled back wildly, his body struggled and twisted desperately, and he let out a muffled groan of extreme pain.

After picking out the index finger, Lynn elegantly wiped the blood off the scalpel with a white cloth.

Without looking up, he asked as if it were a routine question, "Can we talk now?"

He didn't get any substantial answer after he finished speaking.

All that could be heard was a loud "uh-uh-uh" sound.

"Ha, very good, he's actually a tough guy! I, Lynn, admire people with backbone the most."

Lynn raised an eyebrow and didn't hesitate to exclaim in admiration.

Immediately, the blade flashed again.

"Thud!" The tendon in the middle finger was precisely split in two!

After pointing out the middle finger, Lynn still didn't look up.

He simply fiddled with the bloodstained scalpel and continued, "How is it? Can you tell me now?"

In the end, all I got in return was that futile and painful "uh uh uh" sound.

"Ha, what a rare, tough guy! With a leader like you in the Blood Wolf Gang, no wonder they've grown so powerful!"

Lynn shook his head and sighed, then pointed the knife at Mark's ring finger without hesitation.

"Thud!" The tendon in the ring finger was severed!

After completing this step, Lynn asked again, following procedure, "Boss Mark, can we talk now?"

This time, however, not even the "mmm" sounds of struggle could be heard in the air.

All that remained were heavy, labored breaths, as if the person might suffocate at any moment.

"I underestimated your backbone. Looks like I'll have to give you a tougher beating..."

Lynn paused, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, and was about to aim the scalpel at Mark's only remaining little finger.

Just then, Kane, who had been standing silently watching from the side, couldn't help but twitch his lips twice. He immediately bent down and whispered a reminder:

"Um... Boss, you just had me gag him... He can't say a word."

Upon hearing this...

Lynn's hand, which was about to make a cut, suddenly stopped.

He was stunned for a moment before suddenly raising his head to look at Mark.

Mark's face was already deathly pale from the intense pain.

He was biting the tattered cloth tightly in his mouth, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was looking at me with a look of terror as if he had seen a demon.

He kept making indistinct sobs and nodding his head desperately.

Tears and snot mixed with blood smeared all over his face, making him look miserable and utterly desperate.

"Forehead……"

Lynn felt a little embarrassed by the cold look on her face.

No wonder he was so stubborn, he was being silenced...

"Ahem!"

Clearing his throat to cover his embarrassment, Lynn waved his hand and said, "Take it down. It seems Mr. Mark has come to his senses."

Kane stepped forward and ripped off the rag that was already soaked with blood and saliva.

The moment the rag was removed.

Mark, whose psychological defenses had long since crumbled, broke down and burst into tears.

"I'll tell you!!! I'll tell you everything!!! Waaaaah... I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!!!"

"Please don't cut it! I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you anything you want to know! Waaaaah..."

This was accompanied by Mark's heart-wrenching cries and pleas for mercy.

In front of Lynn's retina, lines of small, luminous text slowly appeared:

Fear +50

[Fear has reached Level 2!]

[The phased reward selection has been triggered!]

Option 1: You can directly upgrade your existing [Street Fighting (Beginner)] to [Street Fighting (Intermediate)]

Option Two: Forgo skill upgrades and randomly draw a brand new survival skill!

[Please make your choice as soon as possible, host...]