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

Chapter 78 You're late today!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the dimly lit restaurant, a series of muffled sounds echoed.

Lynn stood in front of the dining table and swung the baguette bread around so hard it flew up and down.

Not only did he not slack off at all, but he also used all his arm muscles.

One blow after another, without even taking a breath in between.

Mrs. Hill clenched her teeth and remained silent.

His hands were clenched into fists, and his fingernails even dug deep into his palms from the force.

The burning pain made her break out in a cold sweat, but a hidden sense of pleasure quietly welled up inside her.

Finally, maybe a minute later, or maybe three minutes later.

There was a muffled cracking sound.

The baguette bread suddenly shattered in the middle.

Lynn froze, staring blankly at the half-eaten bread in his hand.

He then tore off a small piece of bread crust, tossed it into his mouth, chewed it casually, and leaned down to whisper in Mrs. Hill's breathless ear in a flirtatious tone, "Sweet dreams tonight."

After saying that, he dropped the half-eaten baguette, didn't even glance at the mess on the table, and turned to walk straight to the attic.

My mind and body have been working non-stop for over 24 hours; even someone made of iron should rest.

Almost at the same time.

At the end of the second-floor corridor, the barely perceptible crack in the door quietly closed.

Lynn, who was passing by, didn't notice anything unusual, but when he passed by Katie's door, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

Meanwhile, behind a thin wooden door less than three meters away.

Katie was leaning against the door, feeling as if all her strength had been drained, and her body slowly slid down the door panel.

My mind went blank, filled only with the wild image of Lynn waving a baguette in the living room downstairs.

This visually striking scene is ruthlessly crushing her still-developing values.

Strangely enough, despite this utterly absurd scene, she didn't feel much repulsion; on the contrary…

Katie bit her lower lip tightly, her pupils gradually losing focus.

In the images that kept flashing through my mind, Mrs. Hill's figure at the dinner table unconsciously replaced myself...

Downstairs.

Mrs. Hill was unable to get up from the dining table for quite some time.

It wasn't that she didn't want to get up, but her limbs were so weak that she felt like a lump of mud, completely powerless.

A searing pain shot straight to the cerebral cortex, accompanied by an indescribable sensation...

After a long while, Mrs. Hill finally managed to stand up, her legs wobbling as she leaned on the edge of the table.

He glanced down at the messy floor beneath him and sighed softly, then muttered to himself:

"Looks like... this month's water bill is going to be over budget."

……

The next morning, the cramped attic was dimly lit.

Lynn, who was in a deep sleep, had an extremely bizarre dream.

In his dream, he rowed a boat along a stream and suddenly forgot how far he had traveled.

As I rowed, I came to a vast expanse of small lake!

However, before he could even take another look, a sudden gust of wind swept across the lake!

"call--"

Lynn woke up with a start, instinctively opening his mouth wide to try to breathe, but was horrified to find that he really couldn't breathe!

Everything in front of me was pitch black, and my mouth and nose were completely blocked by something.

For a brief moment, Lynn's brain went blank, and he instantly understood everything.

He shook his head speechlessly and pushed the heavy lump away with both hands.

Sure enough, it was Mrs. Hill!

Damn it, is this woman some kind of spirit?

I woke myself up this early in the morning!

"Lin...you're awake?"

Mrs. Hill, who had been pushed away, bit her red lips and breathed heavily, her beautiful eyes seeming to well up with tears.

Lynn frowned deeply, inwardly cursing himself for being too unvigilant these past two days, not even noticing a living person sneaking into the house.

"Don't...don't speak, just kiss me..."

Mrs. Hill gave Lynn no time to think, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, and she immediately wrapped herself around him again like a black mamba.

A few seconds later.

Lynn pushed Mrs. Hill away unhappily, his tone leaving no room for refusal: "Get up, let me do it!"

The next moment, with a gasp, Mrs. Hill stumbled and fell directly into the only small window in the attic.

boom!

The old wooden window was suddenly flung open, letting in the cold morning wind.

The small window in the attic faced the street below, and the sudden noise caught the attention of Bob, who was delivering newspapers.

"Hey! Mrs. Hill, you're up so early today!" Bob looked up and waved his newspaper enthusiastically.

"Yes...yes!"

Mrs. Hill, clinging tightly to the window frame, forced a stiff smile, her voice trembling violently:

"Getting old... Good morning, can't sleep in the morning..."

Bob scratched his head and shook his head innocently:

"You're not old at all, Mrs. Hill! Your complexion is so rosy; you look like you've just finished a run. That means you're still very young!"

"Thank you, Bob..." Mrs. Hill closed her eyes tightly, her voice becoming increasingly strange and distorted.

He seemed to be suppressing some kind of unusual emotion.

After Bob rode his bicycle around the corner and left, Mrs. Hill finally couldn't help but raise her head:

"O...M...G..."

……

Half an hour later.

Satisfied, Mrs. Hill went downstairs to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Lynn, meanwhile, leisurely changed into a set of dry clothes before walking down the stairs with a cigarette in his mouth.

I had just reached the door of Katie's bedroom on the second floor.

With a "click," the door was suddenly opened from the inside.

Katie burst through the door with her messy hair, startling Lynn.

"What's wrong? Why are you making such a fuss so early in the morning?" Lynn rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.

Katie was still sleepy-eyed, wearing the same cartoon pajamas as Mrs. Hill.

However, this dress looks completely different on Katie.

Unlike Mrs. Hill's voluptuous figure, which had matured with age and seemed ready to burst through the fabric.

Katie's pajamas were a bit too big, with the neckline hanging loosely, revealing her delicate collarbone and large expanses of dazzlingly white young skin.

The hem of her pajamas barely covered her upper thighs, exposing the girl's straight and slender legs to the air, revealing a unique blend of youthful awkwardness and alluring contrast.

Lynn glanced at it critically and then looked away, bored.

Don't ask, the answer is simply that I'm in a state of enlightenment.

"You...you just came down from up there?" Katie tightened the collar of her pajamas, her expression slightly strange.

"Yes," Lynn replied casually.

Katie pursed her lips, then pressed on, "Then...who was the person who just went down?"

Upon hearing this, Lynn did not answer immediately, but merely raised an eyebrow with a slightly mocking expression.

He casually turned slightly to the side and gestured with his eyes towards the downstairs area.

From the kitchen came Mrs. Hill humming a cheerful country tune.

Even if you're separated by just one floor, you can feel the other person's joyful mood.

Following Lynn's gaze, Katie instantly understood something, and froze on the spot as if she had been frozen in place.

My heart was suddenly filled with mixed feelings, and I couldn't quite describe what I was feeling.

But the most fatal thing is a nameless sense of emptiness and loss.

Suddenly, without warning, Lynn stepped forward and grabbed Katie's delicate chin.

Katie instinctively took a half step back, but ultimately stopped in place, raising her cheeks slightly to accept Lynn's somewhat rough touch.

Feeling the rough texture and intense heat from Lynn's palm, his previously restless mood inexplicably calmed down a little.

Lynn leaned down, a meaningful smile playing on her lips: "Good girl, you're late today."

After saying that, Lynn let go and walked gracefully down the stairs.

Katie was left standing on the second-floor corridor, bewildered in the wind.

……

"Lin, is this enough for you? Would you like some fried eggs?"

"No need, that's enough."

Five minutes later, Lynn, holding a hot dog and a sandwich, quickly pushed open the door and left Mrs. Hill's house.

Yesterday, no patients were treated due to preparations, but today there will definitely be a huge number of homeless patients.

This is all pure US dollars and system sentiment points, so I have to get there early today.

If Mrs. Hill hadn't asked for money twice so early in the morning, causing him so much trouble, he would have been counting money by now.

Boom! Rat-a-tat-tat!

With the roar of the old pickup truck's engine, the Camry gradually disappeared into the distance.

Inside the house, Mrs. Hill, standing by the window, and Katie, standing at the top of the stairs, turned their gazes away almost simultaneously.

Coincidentally, the mother and daughter's eyes met awkwardly in mid-air the next moment.

Instantly, an awkward atmosphere filled the entire living room.

Mrs. Hill was the first to react, smiling and pointing to the dining table, "Katie, come and have breakfast! There are freshly made hot dogs and sandwiches. Which would you like?"

Katie glanced coldly at the food on the table, her mind involuntarily flashing back to Lynn's words, "You're late."

Instantly, an unnamed anger flared up inside me.

"I'm not eating anymore!"

Katie turned around abruptly and strode upstairs.

"Oh! Why aren't you eating? You're still growing!" Mrs. Hill asked in surprise from behind.

But Katie completely ignored her.

boom!

The door to the second-floor room was slammed shut.

Looking at her daughter's fiery temper, Mrs. Hill sighed deeply, then muttered with a headache:

"This child's temper is getting weirder and weirder. It seems that Lin will have to take some time to guide her more in the future."

……

Nine o'clock in the morning.

South King Street, Homeless Park.

The once lifeless park now presents an extremely eerie and spectacular scene.

The vast park was densely covered with dilapidated tents.

Strangely, the tent flaps were wide open, and there was no one inside.

For the first time ever, all the homeless people, regardless of age or gender, formed a long, winding queue.

Hundreds of people, all dressed in rags, stared longingly at the long-dried-up fountain in the center of the park.

Every weathered face was etched with fervor and anticipation.

Around the high platform, dozens of burly black men with fierce expressions stood densely packed together.

On the central platform of the fountain, three people stood like stars surrounding the moon.

On the left is a black man nearly two meters tall, with muscles bulging like an iron tower.

On the right is a lean, wiry white man with sharp, cold eyes like a vulture.

Standing between the two was the man from the University of Tokyo, whose face was sharply defined and whose eyes were deep.

The three were none other than Lynn, his left black dragon Mike, and his right white tiger Kane!

The atmosphere at the scene was solemn and dignified, even giving the impression of an underground godfather making his appearance.

Mike rubbed his rough, calloused hands together, a fawning smile spreading across his fleshy face:

"Boss, leaving the dirty and tiring work of distributing items to my men is perfectly acceptable! Why are you doing it yourself? It's beneath your dignity!"

Before Lynn could answer, Kane on the right immediately snorted coldly, looking at Mike as if he were an idiot:

"You know nothing! The boss's personal presence must have its reasons! Such deep-seated planning is beyond the comprehension of a muscle-bound idiot like you!"

"What the hell did you say? You white pig, are you looking for death?!" Mike glared and was about to roll up his sleeves and curse.

"Alright."

Lynn slightly raised his hand and pressed down.

With just one gesture, Mike and Kane instantly fell silent.

Lynn glanced around the room and said calmly, "Quiet, I have something to announce."

Upon hearing this, Mike immediately turned and roared at the dense crowd below, his voice deafening:

"All of you, shut the hell up! Shut your mouths! Mr. Lin has something to say!"

Swish!

As soon as the microphone finished speaking, the scene fell into a deathly silence.

Hundreds of eyes, filled with fervent light, focused on Lynn.

call--

Taking a deep breath of the cool air, Lynn straightened his back, focused his tongue, and his voice resounded throughout the venue:

"Brothers! I know that many of you missed out on getting the glowing shoes and the canned meat that could fill your stomachs yesterday because you were late!"

Immediately, many people in the crowd couldn't help but nod in agreement.

Lynn suddenly raised his voice and waved his hand, "But everyone, don't panic! I, Lynn, here and now assure you! Starting today, these two items will be distributed here for free every week! As long as you follow the instructions, everyone will get one!"

The moment the words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze for a second.

Immediately afterwards, Mike, the number one henchman, was the first to react.

"Clap clap clap!"

Mike clapped his massive, fan-like hands with a deafening roar, clapping wildly while leading the charge in a hoarse, guttural shout:

"Long live Mr. Lin! Mr. Lin is an angel sent by God to save us!"

Under Mike's deliberate provocation, the emotions of the starving homeless people below were instantly ignited!

Instantly, a tsunami of enthusiastic applause and cheers soared into the sky!

"Long live Mr. Lin! West Sea!"

"Praise be to Mr. Lin! You are the only king of the South District!"

"May God bless the generous Mr. Lin, long live!"

"..."

Amidst the deafening, frenzied shouts, tiny, luminous words began flashing wildly before Lynn's eyes: