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

After the sun set, the sky remained a deep blue for quite some time before being replaced by night.

The disabled parking space near Jack Ma Seafood Restaurant.

Lynn lay reclining in the driver's seat, her hands folded in front of her chest, her eyes closed as she rested.

The car window was slightly open, and there were seven or eight cigarette butts in the ashtray.

The air conditioning wasn't on in the car; Seattle has a large temperature difference between day and night.

The nights are not as hot as the days; they are only cool.

Lynn's fingers were undoubtedly rubbing together, as if waiting for some kind of signal.

"You are that...that...that...that..."

The sudden ringing of the bell pierced the silence inside the car.

The caller ID showed "Lecturer".

The future number one jungler in America.

Lynn slowly sat up straight and answered the phone, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Lin, where are you? Come to the restaurant, there's something interesting to see!"

The lecturer deliberately lowered his voice, and the background noise clearly included sounds of smashing and pig-like screams.

"Oh? What's the show?" Lynn's lips curled up even higher.

"Jack Ma! That son of a bitch Jack Ma got beaten up! His eyeballs are about to burst!"

The lecturer's voice was filled with excitement.

Lynn could tell that he was genuinely happy.

"Oh, what about the legs?"

"Oh right! His leg's broken too! Hey, how did you know? Anyway, come quick! That felt so good! Let me tell you!"

The next instant, Jack Ma's pitiful plea for mercy rang out clearly: "Stop hitting me! Grandpa, stop hitting me! I really didn't do anything to you! If you hit me again, I'll get revenge... *bang*!"

With a dull thud as the fist struck his face, Jackma fell silent.

A few seconds later, a deep, sinister voice rang out: "Remember! Lin is my benefactor. If you dare to disrespect him again, next time it won't be as simple as breaking a leg!"

"Ahhh!" This was followed by chaotic screams from inside the restaurant.

Hearing this, Lynn silently hung up the phone.

He slowly lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled gently.

As the smoke enveloped his chiseled profile, he suddenly laughed.

"I've said it before, no one can exploit me, no one!"

Lynn had never felt so relieved after shoving the cigarette butt onto the steering wheel and extinguishing it.

He straightened his collar and hurried toward Jack Ma Restaurant.

This is just interest.

Jack Ma owes him a debt that is far from being repaid!

……

Five minutes later.

Lynn walked through the shards of glass into Jack Ma's restaurant.

The restaurant looked completely different from when he left.

Glassware, plates, and shards of various liquor bottles were scattered all over the floor.

The solid wood tables and chairs were smashed to pieces, and the uneaten food was scattered like pieces of meat from an explosion.

The clean walls were covered in splattered oil stains, like oil gushing from a major artery.

If we compare the oil stains to bloodstains...

The entire restaurant looked exactly like the scene of a murder.

Although it's not quite the same, it's not far off.

After walking a few steps, Lynn saw Jack Ma lying under the table like a dead pig.

"Lin..."

The instructor emerged from the kitchen like a ghost, his Adam's apple bobbing as he looked at Lynn with an extremely complex expression.

There was shock, disbelief, and even a faint sense of fear.

He had heard what the big black guy said; the name he mentioned was Lin!

This inevitably made him overthink.

Lynn nodded curtly in greeting, then bent down and flipped Jack, who was lying there like a dead pig, over: "Stop playing dead!"

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me, I was wrong..."

Jack Ma instinctively blew his hands into his head, his body curled up, and he begged for mercy loudly.

Lynn was taken aback when he saw Jack Ma's appearance.

I almost didn't recognize her.

His Tang suit was covered with footprints that were at least size 50, and his right eyeball was swollen and shiny, as if it might jump out of its bruised socket at any moment.

The trouser legs were stained with dark red, and the right leg was irregularly twisted, with even the white bone fragments faintly visible.

"Lin! It's you!"

Upon discovering that the visitor was Lynn, a flash of resentment immediately crossed Jack Ma's only remaining open right eye:

"Yes, that black guy just said his friend is Lin! Damn it! He must have been someone you sent to get revenge on me! How dare he treat me like this, you're dead... Ah!!!"

[Anger +10]

Before he could finish speaking, Jack Ma let out a heart-wrenching roar.

Lynn's foot had somehow landed on his broken right leg.

"Oh?"

Lynn raised her eyelids slightly and said, "His friend is Lin, what does that have to do with me, Lynn?"

Kaka-

Lynn gradually increased the pressure on his feet, a dangerous glint in his eyes: "If you have evidence, you can call the police."

"ah!!!"

Jack Ma's face instantly contorted in pain, and beads of cold sweat poured down his face.

It hurts!

The excruciating pain brought him to his senses.

His so-called evidence was merely the black man's side of the story and played no crucial role whatsoever.

Most importantly, he is of Chinese descent, a wealthy Chinese-American who owns a restaurant!

Whether the police can arrest Lin is unknown, but he will definitely be ripped off!

In the eyes of the white police officer, he was no different from a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.

"I won't report it! I won't report it! Loosen my leg, break it! Break it!"

After quickly weighing the pros and cons, Jack Ma begged for mercy.

Fear +10

The sudden appearance of the small, brightly lit lettering startled Lynn.

"No rush."

Quickly realizing what was happening, Lynn suppressed her thoughts of research and coldly said, "I'm here to collect my wages."

"Salary? Yes! Salary!"

The excruciating pain in his leg overwhelmed Jack Ma's heartache.

He quickly pulled out his wallet, trembling as he took out $450 and handed it over.

"Last week...last week you worked a total of 30 hours, $15 an hour...exactly..."

Even in such a disadvantageous situation, Jack Ma still didn't forget to deduct Lynn's wages for being a miner.

"Oh."

Lynn laughed in anger and gradually increased the pressure on his feet.

Although he left early on Friday, his usual overtime hours definitely reach 35 hours.

"Ah!! No, no! I miscalculated! I miscalculated!"

Jack, panting heavily, quickly pulled out another crisp $25 bill: "That's $525 for 35 hours, keep the change... Ah!!!"

Amidst the screams, Lynn's voice was chilling: "Do I need to remind you, what's the minimum wage in Seattle?"

"Twenty dollars! Yes! That's seven hundred dollars in total!"

Jack Ma was in so much pain that he convulsed, probably due to a surge of adrenaline, but his movements and voice became much more agile.

With trembling hands, he pulled out two more hundred-yuan bills.

"I'm not like you; I won't take advantage of you."

Lin Encai accepted the bill expressionlessly, then casually pulled out a fifty-dollar bill and threw it on the ground: "Keep the change, consider it my tip."

With that, Lynn turned and left gracefully.

He could take all the money in Jack Ma's wallet, but there was no need to leave any evidence against him for such a small amount.

However, just as he turned around, he seemed to remember something and turned back around again.

"You... I've already given you the money, what else do you want!" Jack Ma was terrified.

"And his too."

Lynn pointed to the envious lecturer in the corner.

……

"Thank you, Lin, you're such a kind person."

At the restaurant's main entrance, the lecturer looked at Lynn with a sincere expression.

As soon as he finished speaking, lines of tiny, luminous characters appeared in Lynn's eyes.

[Thanksgiving +10]

[Gratitude has reached Level 1]

[Drawing survival skills...]

[General Practice (Basic) course materials have been distributed...]

……