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

boom!

It was like a thunderclap from a flat surface.

Hearing this extremely offensive and treacherous statement that violates basic human ethics...

Even Lynn, who was usually as steady as a rock, couldn't help but shudder at this moment!

His eyes began to twitch uncontrollably.

This is...

What kind of hellish joke is this?

Even if Satan himself came from hell.

Hearing this, one would probably be so ashamed that they would blind themselves on the spot and make the sign of a cross on their chest.

A man whose intestines were rotting and who was dying.

To allow his wife, who was about to give birth, to rest for a day and not go out to entertain clients.

So you have to buy a booster to numb yourself, and then force yourself to go to the construction site to move bricks despite the fatal injury?

Is this the United States, the so-called beacon of freedom?

"Your wife is almost due, and you're still out soliciting clients every day?"

Lynn took a deep breath and couldn't help but blurt it out.

"yes!"

To Lynn's surprise,

When this matter was brought up, John's deathly pale face showed not a trace of humiliation or anger as a man.

Instead, a strange sense of superiority and pride unexpectedly emerged from him.

"Mr. Lin, you don't know, my wife is of pure Caucasian descent!"

John puffed out his sloping chest, his tone even carrying a hint of pride:

"Those damn black and white men love this kind of thing! She makes at least $150 every time she goes out to solicit clients!"

"And those Latino sluts who smuggled themselves in on the street corner, even if they break your legs once, they'll only get a maximum of $20! There's no comparison!"

"..."

Listening to this seemingly impeccable theory.

Lynn fell completely silent.

He even felt that he had been a complete idiot for breaking down in his defenses just now.

Is that what Lao Tzu meant?

How exactly do these rednecks' brains work?

Taking a deep breath, Lynn managed to suppress her raging emotions.

What I mean is...

Lynn rephrased his statement: "As far as I know, construction workers don't earn low hourly wages."

"Even without medical insurance, you shouldn't be reduced to the point where your pregnant wife has to sell hooks to support the whole family. What about your salary?"

"salary?"

John paused for a moment, seemingly quite confused by the word.

A few moments later, he scratched his head and answered matter-of-factly, "I gambled it all away on payday night."

Finished gambling?

A hint of surprise flashed in Lynn's eyes.

This time, it really touched on his blind spot in knowledge.

How could a lowly, struggling man who couldn't even afford medical treatment and medicine, whose wife was heavily pregnant and who was taking clients, still have the leisure to gamble away his money at the casino?

Just as Lynn was completely baffled.

Mike, who had been standing behind him, stepped forward and, unsurprised, lowered his voice: "Boss, you don't know this."

Mike curled his lip, a rare hint of pity appearing in his eyes:

"The contractor behind these construction workers has a triad background."

"On payday, the boss would set up a gambling table right there on the construction site and force everyone to gamble."

"They call it entertainment and relaxation, but it's actually blatant robbery. If you don't gamble away your hard-earned wages, you can forget about working the next day!"

"There must be winners and losers, right?"

Lynn astutely seized upon the loophole: "Surely not everyone will lose everything?"

Mike helplessly shrugged, revealing a smile that looked more like a grimace:

"Boss, that's a betting platform run by the mafia."

"If you win $100, the boss takes $95 as 'venue security fee,' leaving you with at most $5."

"If we lose, not only will we lose our principal, but we'll also owe our boss high-interest loans... a perfect internal cycle..."

After hearing Mike's explanation, Lynn fell completely silent.

I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples deeply, feeling like my brain was about to explode.

As expected, I was still too naive.

As a student of Dongda University, he underestimated the ruthless methods this fertile ground of capital used to exploit the lower classes.

This is hardly a workday.

This is clearly a modern-day slave plantation!

With a sigh, Lynn opened her eyes and looked at John, whose face was blank, with a complicated expression: "In that case, have you ever thought about leaving? Like moving to another city, or changing jobs."

"leave?"

John looked completely bewildered, as if he had heard some unbelievable fairy tale.

"Why leave? My wife and I both need the enhancement drugs. If I leave the boss, where am I going to buy such cheap enhancement drugs to keep going?"

"Besides, I don't know anything except how to lay bricks. If I go out, my whole family will have to sleep under a bridge and wait to die."

John grinned, revealing a numb smile:

"Staying here, even though we've lost all our money, at least we can sleep in the RV and have a roof over our heads."

"This is much better than those homeless people outside who could freeze to death on the streets at any moment, right?"

"..."

Hearing this impeccable logic...

Lynn was completely relieved.

He got it.

Everyone in this hellish place is operating madly yet rationally on their own track.

Everything has a cause and effect; there is always a reason why someone is pitiful.

He can't save anyone, and he doesn't want to.

That's all we can do.

They looted as much as possible from the sinking Titanic.

There's nothing more to say now that things have come to this.

Lynn turned around and grabbed several large bottles of the most potent enhancers from the medicine cabinet.

Without the slightest hesitation, she threw it into John's arms like trash.

"Just charge him the original price."

Without turning his head, Lynn gave Mike an order.

I won't try to profit from this poor wretch today.

"Yes, Boss!" Mike understood.

"Thank you! Thank you, Mr. Lin! You are my savior!"

The moment John caught the bottles of enhancers, he erupted in a morbid ecstasy.

The expression on his face was far more enthusiastic than anything else.

[Thanksgiving +20]

at the same time.

Familiar, light-colored small characters suddenly appeared before Lynn's eyes.

With his gaze fixed on the void, Lynn was utterly speechless.

When I gave John the antibiotics that would cure his fever, he only thanked me verbally.

Not even a fraction of the emotional value was triggered.

Now they've given him several bottles of enhancers that will make him die even faster.

This idiot was actually very grateful and generated a full 20 points of gratitude!

This directly broke the record for a single instance of gratitude points!

sweet!

Sure enough, this is the real America!

Just as Lynn was internally ranting and raving.

The light quality of the small characters in front of me suddenly changed further.

Several lines of striking crimson characters appeared!

[My gratitude has reached Level 2!]

[The phased reward selection has been triggered!]

Option 1: You can directly upgrade your existing General Practice (Beginner) to General Practice (Intermediate) (Note: Intermediate General Practice unlocks complex surgical procedures and moderate infection debridement capabilities).

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

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