American homeless people, surviving in the city

As Lady Tatiana's verdict was announced, the entire abandoned factory erupted into a frenzy.

Cheers and shouts filled the air, interspersed with curses from gamblers who had placed the wrong bets and the sound of beer bottles shattering, like a storm of revelry.

Lin Qi hadn't experienced such a violent sound wave assaulting his eardrums in a long time. The last time he heard such a noisy sound was probably back during the last Spring Festival when firecrackers were allowed.

Along with the referee's pronouncement, a system pop-up appeared in front of Lin Qi's eyes:

[Ding~ Congratulations player, you have successfully completed the daily quest: Rest assured!]

[Mission complete. Please choose one of the following rewards to receive...]

However, since Lin Qi was still standing on the stage, he didn't have time to analyze and think about which task reward to choose. So he just glanced at it and closed the system pop-up, intending to wait until he was alone and quiet to make a choice.

Before leaving the ring, Lin Qi and Cui Chenghao bumped fists as a gesture of respect at the end of the match. Most people who participate in these underground boxing matches wouldn't care about such formalities, but the two happened to share a similar insistence on this.

He shook his head apologetically at Choi Seung-ho, but Choi Seung-ho simply shrugged indifferently.

"It's okay... I don't really care that much about the prize money. After all, I have a main job, and coming here to compete is just a side job."

"I've already secured a victory for Jenkins, and he won't let me down."

"My taekwondo gym is on Jefferson Avenue in Seattle's East Side. Come visit me sometime, and I'll treat you to kimchi barbecue made with authentic kimchi sent from my hometown!"

Although Choi Seung-ho said that, his smile seemed to betray a hint of pain.

Seeing this, Lin Qi smiled as well. He didn't expose Cui Chenghao's stubbornness, but simply gave him a light tap on the shoulder:

"Really? I'll have to look forward to it. When I make it big in the future, I'll treat you to a meal too."

Take care!

After the final conversation, he turned around and walked out of the ring.

When he stepped off the ring, Lin Qi felt almost completely exhausted, and his whole body ached terribly.

Sweat soaked through the lining of his leather jacket, but his body was still basking in the afterglow of the competition, radiating a vibrant heat. The lingering adrenaline made him feel light on his feet.

It was a very strange state of mind, one that Lynch had never experienced before. But, accompanied by cheers of victory, the feeling seemed...not bad.

The Razor Gang's area was the liveliest place in the entire factory. Some people were shouting Lynch's name, some were splashing beer into the air to celebrate, and even Sanchez, with his pale face, struggled to sit up from the bench and gave Lynch a thumbs up.

Lynch nodded in response to each one. He suspected that the guy who wasted beer was trying to imitate the way upper-class people celebrate by opening champagne, but what he was doing now just looked like a crazy drunkard.

Sanjar strode forward, his face flushed, and patted Lynch heavily on the shoulder. His ugly face looked even more ferocious with his broad smile.

"Oh my god, Lynch... you really did it! Although I invited you up on stage, I have to admit, I didn't really consider your chances of winning..."

"Winning three matches in one night, the last one against an opponent that even I might find challenging! And you still won despite being so exhausted!"

"This is simply a miracle!"

Lin Qi simply smiled and waved his hand. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, his voice hoarse, yet carrying a rare hint of relaxation:

"In any case, I have fulfilled my mission."

As he spoke, Lin Qi suddenly became curious:

"Is the atmosphere always this enthusiastic at the end of every match?"

"I mean... these underground boxing matches, you gangs must hold them all the time, right? For a big gang like your Razor Claw, winning must be a regular occurrence. Is everyone always this enthusiastic?"

Sanjar blinked, then laughed and explained, "Oh...no, no, of course not."

"In most matches, it's just a two-on-one battle between players. A case like yours, playing three matches in one night and winning them all, is extremely rare!"

"That's why I call it a miracle! Like in that last match, being able to adjust your form on the spot and turn the tables on an opponent who had been dominating you—that's a miracle within a miracle!"

So enjoy it to the fullest! All this cheering is for you!

After explaining, Sanjar burst into laughter, then turned and shouted to the Razor Clan members around him:

"Listen up, everyone! Lynch's bonus tonight is doubled! No, tripled!"

"I'll talk to the boss. Anyone who dares to cut corners, I'll be the first to object!"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Then he turned to Lynch:

"Is there anything else you'd like as a reward? Just say it, and I'll talk to the boss!"

Sanjar's question truly struck a chord with Lynch. He pondered for a moment, stroking the hilt of his hunting knife, before hesitantly speaking:

"Actually... as a prize for the competition, I'd also like a car. But since I don't have legal status, I have no idea where I can buy one."

"Could the gang provide me with a car? Preferably one with a large interior, the kind I could live in every day. I don't know how much it would cost, but if it's not suitable, I can use it as payment for tonight's match..."

This request was the result of Lynch's careful consideration. Although he didn't know the exact price of a car in America, he roughly knew that a used, still functional SUV, even the cheapest models, was only worth a few thousand dollars.

Compared to his achievements tonight, this amount of money should be insignificant to the Razor Gang.

As for Lynch himself, the reason he wanted a car was simple—the car provided to him by the Seattle Police Department was just too dilapidated.

In Seattle, where missing persons cases are frequent, Lynch didn't want to continue sleeping in that thin tent at night, but the dilapidated car was completely uninhabitable.

If he had a good car, Lin Qi could either sleep in it for greater safety at night, or even drive away to the suburbs to avoid trouble.

After careful consideration, Lin Qi made this choice.

Upon hearing Lynch's request, Sanjar paused for a moment, then spoke without hesitation:

"Sure! It's just a car, no problem, I can handle this!"

"Tomorrow, just go to the car dealership at the intersection of Cherry Street and Parker Street and pick one out. That dealership is under our protection; go in and choose whatever you like—whatever brand, whatever style you want! The Razor Gang keeps their word!"

Upon hearing Sanjar's words, Lynch couldn't help but smile slightly.

In that case, he can pick up a sturdy and durable car tomorrow, which will make his life on the streets a little safer in the future!

However, the thought of the cult lurking on the streets of Seattle inevitably filled Lynch with some apprehension.

Just then, Sanjar, the martial arts instructor of the Razor Gang, was right in front of him. Lin Qi lowered his voice and whispered:

"By the way, besides the competition rewards, there's something else I'd like to ask you."

"...Recently, more and more people have been going missing on the streets. I've heard that several people have disappeared near Third Avenue. Do you know anything about this?"