I searched and fought in America.

With a loud explosion behind him, Rosen's figure had already disappeared into the night.

The system notification sounded in his ear at just the right moment.

Congratulations on your successful evacuation.

[Evaluation of this operation: S]

You have received the basic mission reward: 50000 Kazakhstani coins.

According to statistics, the total value of the items you looted is approximately 210000 Kazakhstani kyats.

[Note: No statistics were compiled because the treasure chest was not opened.]

Total profit from this operation: 260000 Kazakhstani dollars.

"Two hundred and sixty thousand..."

Rosen's lips curled up slightly, forming a gentle curve.

However, rather than exchanging these items for Kazakh currency, the intrinsic value of the items themselves is the most crucial factor.

Without stopping, he quickly passed through two deserted alleys and arrived behind a broken wall.

That was the vehicle he had hidden beforehand—a modified, high-powered off-road motorcycle.

Rosen ripped off his disguise, straddled the body, and turned the key.

boom--!

The engine roared, and Rosen twisted the throttle, sending the motorcycle speeding away, quickly disappearing from this troublesome place.

……

Half an hour later.

Rosen parked his motorcycle in an abandoned garage on the outskirts of the slums, where he had prepared a sink. After removing his clothes and makeup, he walked back to the run-down neighborhood where he lived with Uncle Kane.

However, when he stood at the door of that so-called "home", he froze.

The old but sturdy security door has vanished, leaving only the door frame standing alone, with several bullet holes in the surrounding walls!

Rosen's joy vanished instantly. He quickly drew his pistol from his waist, and cautiously stepped into the house, hugging the wall.

The clutter piled up in the yard was smashed to pieces, and inside, the mess was even worse, with tables overturned and glass shattered everywhere.

This is no home, it's practically ruins. Rosen stood in the center of the living room, his mind reeling.

An enemy has come knocking?

But he usually keeps a low profile. Apart from the recent debt crisis, he is just an ordinary nobody. How could he have offended such an enemy?

Could it be that the Fang Gang has tracked him down? Impossible, his makeup was so convincing he looked like a ghost, how could they possibly have noticed? Besides, he just left!

thump.

Just then, a strange noise came from the direction of the staircase leading to the basement.

Rosen turned his head sharply, his eyes fierce.

He held guns in both hands and approached the stairwell directly.

No matter who it is, anyone who dares to touch his home must die!

The stairwell was pitch black.

As Rosen stepped down two steps, he suddenly felt a gust of wind coming from his left. Someone was lying in ambush!

Without any preamble, the opponent launched a deadly attack, grabbing Rosen's throat with one hand and slamming his temple with the other!

So fast! So ruthless!

Rosen was shocked. This speed and ruthlessness were definitely not those of an ordinary thug!

But if you want to fight him, well, in this world, he's number one!

In a flash, Rosen leaned back sharply, narrowly avoiding the chokehold, while simultaneously slashing outward with his right elbow to block the opponent's fingers aimed at his temple.

boom!

The two men's arms collided, producing a dull thud.

The attacker let out a soft exclamation, clearly not expecting his attack to miss, but he quickly changed his move, followed by a powerful whip kick aimed straight at Rosen's ribs.

Rosen's eyes turned cold, and he stopped backing down. He also raised his leg and delivered a powerful front kick to the opponent's shinbone!

The attacker seemed to sense the terrifying power contained in Rosen's kick and did not dare to take it head-on, so he had to retract his leg and retreat.

But this is exactly the opportunity that Rosen wanted!

He pressed forward, and in this confined space, although the attacker's fighting skills were extremely shrewd, he was actually somewhat outmatched by Rosen, who surpassed him in both physical fitness and fighting skills, and was completely suppressed.

"Who are you?"

The attacker's voice was hoarse.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Rosen's fist, which was about to strike, froze in mid-air.

"Uncle Kane?!"

The attacker was startled when he heard Rosen's shout.

"Rosen?"

……

A few minutes later.

In the living room, the two of them worked together to lift up a sofa that was still relatively intact.

Kane sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and kept glancing at Rosen sitting next to him with disbelief in his eyes.

Although he is a bit old, he is definitely a top-tier fighter in the world when it comes to hand-to-hand combat. But just now, he was completely suppressed by his nephew, whom he had trained since childhood.

Judging from the physical attributes and combat skills the opponent just displayed, it was as if they were a completely different person. How could they have improved so quickly?

"Uncle, stop looking at me, what happened?"

Rosen pointed to the horrific scene around him. "How did it come to this?"

Kane took a drag of his cigarette, then exhaled, his face darkening. "Heh, it was those guys from 'Old Blind' who did it."

"The old blind man?"

Rosen frowned.

He knew that the man was the leader of the local gang "Blind Gang" in their community. To be honest, that gang wasn't even third-rate, but it did have some influence in the community.

"What are they doing at our house?" Rosen asked, puzzled.

Because Cade had demonstrated formidable strength in his early years and even helped the blind man once, although Cade later refused to join, leading to a strained relationship, the two sides have always kept to themselves.

For four years, the blind gang has always avoided their house when collecting protection money.

"People die for wealth, birds die for food."

Kane sneered and stubbed out his cigarette on the coffee table covered in shards of glass. "Because they heard somewhere that you actually have the ability to pay off that $80 loan."

So, this pack of hyenas came smelling the money and wanted to take it directly from you.

When they arrived, you weren't there, so they just broke down the door. When I heard the noise and came upstairs, I got into a conflict with them.

I wounded several of them. They fired a few shots but missed, then threatened to smash up the house and ran away.

Upon hearing this, Rosen clenched his fists so tightly they cracked.

As for how this news got out, there's no need to guess.

It must be those guys who came to collect debts last time!

Rosen originally thought he could keep them in line, but he didn't expect that these people would turn around and sell the information to the local tyrants, trying to use them as a tool to kill!

"What a... messed-up world."

Rosen closed his eyes, feeling a deep sense of exhaustion.

Living in this chaotic country, the thought processes of the lower class are often completely incomprehensible to someone with a Chinese soul like myself.

If this were in China, most thugs would be terrified and run far away in the face of a death threat, since it's not worth risking their lives for a little commission.

But this group of drug-addicted, brain-damaged American scumbags is different.

They might have been scared at the time, but the more they thought about it afterward, the angrier they became, or perhaps it was some kind of distorted sense of pride at play.

"So what if he's a stinking Chinese guy? He dares to point a gun at me? I'll kill him!"

This illogical desire for revenge and extremely short-sighted greed is the norm here.

Even after four years of struggling here, Rosen realized that he had underestimated the depths of these people's wickedness.

Silence fell over the living room.

Rosen's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty; things were getting complicated.

His original plan was simple: take on high-level missions to earn money, then quietly pay off the loan, and then move to a better area with Uncle Kane.

But now, the Blind Man Gang, these local thugs, have gotten involved, and behind them, debt collectors are secretly causing trouble.

If this issue isn't resolved, it's doubtful whether we'll even live to repay the debt, let alone be able to do so.