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

Glug glug~

As his stomach rumbled in protest, Lynn suddenly remembered.

I was so busy discussing life with Mrs. Hill on the stairs this morning that I not only missed the breakfast she made, but she even ate some of it.

At this point, I was so hungry that my stomach was practically sticking to my back.

"Boss! I'm going to buy food! What would you like to eat?"

Upon hearing the commotion, Mike immediately volunteered, patting his chest as he offered his services.

Lynn rubbed his sore neck, unable to think of anything he wanted to eat for a moment, and casually said:

"Forget it, it's too hot to run around. Let's just order takeout on our phones. A few large pizzas will do."

However, as soon as he said this, Lynn saw Mike's excited face freeze instantly, and then he showed an extremely embarrassed and helpless expression.

"What's wrong?" Lynn asked, frowning.

Mike gave a wry smile, rubbed his hands together, and explained, "Boss, you don't know... there are practically no delivery drivers in this slum who dare to take orders. Even if some dare to take the risk, the delivery fee is outrageously high—enough to buy three pizzas! It's just not worth it..."

"Why is no one willing to take the orders?" Lynn asked instinctively.

As soon as he said it, he seemed to understand something.

The problem likely lies within this area.

Sure enough, Mike immediately lowered his voice and said, "It's too chaotic, Boss. The power dynamics in this area are extremely complex. Every two blocks, a different gang takes over the territory, and complexity means absolute danger! Delivery drivers, who need to go door-to-door, are walking lambs to the slaughter here!"

"If you don't cultivate good relationships with the major gangs beforehand, they could easily stumble into some private territory with a worn-out shoe hanging on a telephone pole. In that case, forget about pizza; they might get robbed of their car and themselves, and if they're unlucky, they might even lose their lives!"

Upon hearing this, Lynn remained silent and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

A flash of inspiration suddenly struck my mind like lightning.

"Takeout...gang protection money..."

Lynn's eyes narrowed as an extremely bold and lucrative idea began to brew wildly in his mind.

"Boss? Boss! Let me go buy it for you!"

Seeing that Lynn was staring at the table without saying a word, Mike quickly volunteered to go into battle again.

"Okay, go ahead, buy more." Lynn waved his hand, snapping out of his daze, and temporarily suppressed the idea.

"Alright!" Mike grinned, revealing his big white teeth, and dashed off in a flash.

Half an hour later, Mike came running back, covered in sweat, carrying three huge double-topping pizzas.

In no time, the three large, steaming pizzas were devoured in a flash.

Of course, Lynn and Kane only ate a few pieces, and the rest went into Old Mike's black hole-like stomach.

It's normal for a black dragon to be able to eat some.

After a satisfying meal, the three immediately threw themselves back into their work.

The afternoon went much better than the morning; there were no more steroid-fueled idiot gym-goers or incomprehensible female boxers, and everything proceeded smoothly.

By 3 p.m., there were very few patients queuing outside the tent.

"Next!"

Mike stood in the doorway and, as usual, shouted something in his hoarse voice.

Strangely, the curtain remained still for a long time, and no one came in.

Mike poked his head out in confusion and saw two or three men wearing tattered trench coats and baseball caps sneaking around and heading towards the street corner.

Mike immediately frowned and shouted, "Hey! I'm talking to you guys! What are you doing? Are you going to get treatment or not? Why are you running away!"

Hearing Mike's loud voice, the group not only didn't stop but walked even faster, disappearing into the alley in the blink of an eye.

"What's going on?" Lynn asked casually when he heard the commotion outside.

Mike scratched his head: "I don't know, boss. Those guys were always sticking their heads out at the back of the line, looking into our tent. As soon as we called them, they ran away like they'd seen a ghost."

Upon hearing this, Kane's expression changed drastically, and he quickly lifted the curtain and rushed out.

His sharp gaze swept around like a hawk's, and he happened to make eye contact with one of the guys who hadn't yet disappeared in the shadows for a second.

Kane's eyes narrowed into slits instantly.

A moment later, Kane turned and walked into the tent with a serious expression: "Boss, those people are definitely not here to see a doctor. Judging from their skills and eyes, they seem to be here to scout the place. We... we're probably being watched."

Upon hearing this, Lynn's previously lazy expression instantly vanished, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Mike immediately flew into a rage and cursed, "Damn it! How dare they provoke me on my turf? Boss, you wait, I'll take the brothers and bring those bastards back and break their legs!"

"Stop." Kane reached out to stop the impulsive Mike, coldly shaking his head.

"It's no use. If they dared to come and scout the area, they must have planned their escape route. Now that they've left, they won't let you catch them easily. Chasing after them now is pointless."

Lynn nodded slightly in agreement.

After a moment's hesitation, Lynn said in a deep voice, "It's alright. We've made such a big commotion these past few days and snatched so much business every day. It would be abnormal if it didn't attract the attention of other gangs or forces."

"When soldiers come, we'll deal with them; when water comes, we'll dam it. Mike, tell your men to keep their eyes peeled and pay close attention to any unfamiliar faces in the neighborhood!"

"Understood, Boss!"

Lynn did not show excessive panic about being targeted.

In this dog-eat-dog slum, only by demonstrating sufficient strength can one gain a foothold.

In contrast, the most troublesome issue at hand is not these potential enemies.

Looking up at the nearly empty bottles and jars in the medicine cabinet, Lynn sighed deeply:

"Speaking of which, our medicine... is completely exhausted, especially the anti-inflammatory antibiotics and strong painkillers, which can only last for two or three days at most."

Upon hearing this, Mike patted his chest nonchalantly and assured him, "Hey! I thought it was something serious! Boss, it's easy! Tonight I'll take the guys to a few big chain pharmacies downtown for a free shopping spree! I guarantee you'll have your pharmacies overflowing with supplies tomorrow!"

Lynn shook his head seriously: "Mike, your method used to work when there were fewer patients, but now these small-scale methods are completely inadequate."

"Now there are dozens of people every day. Even if a small portion of them need antibiotics and strong painkillers, the few boxes of medicine that can be bought for free are just a drop in the ocean and not even enough to fill a gap."

"Huh? What... what should we do?" Mike was dumbfounded.

In a flash of thought, a glint of light appeared in Lynn's eyes: "Small-scale purchases are no longer enough to satisfy our appetites; we must find an underground channel that can supply prescription drugs in large quantities!"

Hearing this, Mike scratched his head impatiently, looking completely bewildered: "Underground channels? Boss, where are we going to find them?"

Normally, he would just lead his buddies to do free shopping and bully people, but this kind of high-end smuggling had already entered his blind spot.

At this moment, Kane, who had been silent all along, stepped forward and looked intently at Lynn: "Boss, do you mean we should go down the black market smuggling route?"

Lynn nodded: "Official channels are out of the question; the only way is through smuggling!"

"With so many unlicensed clinics and underground hospitals hidden in Seattle, there must be a huge underground medical smuggling network. We just haven't gotten close to that circle yet."

Kane nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this, then made a serious promise:

"I understand, Boss. I'll go and find out about this lead for you."

Seeing this, Mike, not to be outdone, yelled at the top of his lungs, "Me too! I'll go and grab every single person selling loose medicine in the South District and ask them. I'll definitely find out your supplier!"

"Hmm." Lynn nodded, not wanting to dampen their enthusiasm, but the worry in her eyes did not disappear.

Putting aside whether we can find a smuggling route, even if we do, how will we get through the drug shortage period before we make contact?

"Forget it, there's always a way out. Let's just take it one step at a time." Lynn shook his head, putting his worries behind him.

After a moment of silence, the most exciting part of the day—the distribution of spoils—soon arrived.

Mike rubbed his rough, calloused hands together and, with a fawning expression, respectfully handed over a bulging black plastic bag:

"Boss, this is today's total earnings. I've already checked it; it's a total of $2840!"

Lynn took the plastic bag, weighed it, and nodded in satisfaction.

Although we forcefully drove away many addicts who were willing to pay high prices for banned drugs today, our total revenue not only did not decrease but was actually quite good.

After receiving the bills, Lynn, as usual, generously pulled out ten hundred-dollar bills and tossed five to each of Mike and Kane under their almost fanatical and moved gazes.

[Thanksgiving +10]

[Thanksgiving +10]

"Take it, this is what you deserve. Follow me, and you'll have days like this every day from now on."

After patting the two men on the shoulder, Lynn took off his white coat and quickly walked out of the tent.

Without a doubt, it's time to catch up with that aloof and clueless policewoman again.

He couldn't wait to test the power of this [Natural Body Fragrance]!