I searched and fought in America.

Seeing Kane's appearance, Rosen lowered his eyebrows slightly.

This uncle has a strange habit: killing people.

This is not quite the same as a typical psychopath. Kane is a typical Texas redneck old white man who grew up reading the Bible, and those doctrines about morality and holiness are engraved in his bones.

But for him, killing was a psychological necessity, just like eating and drinking for a normal person.

Upon closer examination, in order to take care of young Rosen, he had to suppress this desire and had been on a "hunger strike" for four whole years.

Kane's howls gradually subsided, replaced by heavy snoring.

Rosen stepped forward, hoisted the burly Kane onto his shoulder with one hand, carried him into the bedroom, and tossed him onto the bed.

He stood by the bed, quietly watching the middle-aged man with a full beard and a furrowed brow. After a long while, he finally sighed.

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Just as Rosen settled Kane in, the iron fence outside the gate was once again banged loudly.

"Open the door! Fuck, Rosen! I know you're in there!"

The shouting was very loud; there were at least three or four people.

Rosen's eyes turned slightly cold. He turned around, closed the bedroom door, and walked out of the room.

There were four guys standing outside the door, the leader of whom was a black man with a dreadlock and a bulging waist.

Behind him were three henchmen puffing on cigarettes. The iron bars opened, and Rosen stepped out.

The dreadlocked Black man glanced sideways at Rosen and spat a glob of phlegm onto the steps:

"Oh, little Rosen's back? It's time to pay back the money you owe, isn't it? The interest is accruing every month; did you forget, or are you trying to evade it?"

When Uncle Kane suddenly fell seriously ill, the notoriously inefficient medical insurance process hadn't even finished before he was about to be thrown from the intensive care unit onto the street to die.

As for finding those so-called charitable organizations and official banks, their efficiency was so slow it was practically like a snail's pace. Lawson had no choice but to find a loan shark that was at least somewhat law-abiding.

As a result, with interest compounding, he owed nearly $80!

Rosen looked at him: "The time hasn't come yet. There's still one month left until the agreed repayment deadline."

"Hey! Deadlines are deadlines, but rules are rules."

The dreadlocked black man stepped forward and shoved Rosen hard.

"You need to understand that you borrowed money from 'Black Gold Capital.' The company is currently auditing the accounts, and people like you are considered too high-risk. Our chairman has said that you need to return a portion of the money in advance."

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Rosen's eyes. He had done his research on Black Gold Capital. Although the company was involved in loan sharking, it was indeed very disciplined.

The chairman himself gave the order. How could the chairman of such a financial tycoon possibly care about such a small fry?

To put it bluntly, the black money capitalists would love for him to be unable to repay his debts, so that they could compound interest and turn him into a slave!

These guys are from a debt collection company affiliated with Black Gold Capital, and these guys don't follow the rules.

To put it bluntly, these people are unhappy that he is of Chinese descent and want to cause him trouble.

"I will deliver the principal and interest to your company one month later."

Rosen's voice was slightly low, showing no sign of compromise.

"One month? I need it now..."

The dreadlocked black man grinned maliciously, his right hand instinctively reaching for the gun handle at his waist, intending to first intimidate the kid and then search the house for anything valuable.

But just as his right hand touched the gun handle, with a whoosh, Rosen spun him over his shoulder and threw him hard to the floor!

"Bang!"

The fall was so powerful that the dreadlocked black man felt as if his internal organs had shifted.

But before he could even scream, Rosen's knee pressed against his throat, and his pistol was already in Rosen's hand.

"Fuck! Let go of the boss!"

"Get him!"

The three gangsters behind him were stunned at first, then their faces showed anger. They grabbed baseball bats and surrounded him.

However, they did not draw their guns. On the one hand, they did not bring any, and on the other hand, the company had clear regulations that allowed them to bully those who had borrowed money at high interest rates.

However, he confirmed that if the other party died because of their actions, they would also be executed.

They were just a few gangsters. Even before his transformation, Rosen could easily handle them. Now, in less than ten seconds, all four of the once arrogant gangsters were lying on the ground groaning in pain.

Rosen looked down at them from his high position, his eyes filled with undisguised killing intent. Having killed people before, and now fused with the experience pack, the aura he exuded was truly unsettling.

Even now, the four people are still in a daze. They are used to bullying borrowers who kneel down and beg for mercy. They have never seen such a ruthless character before.

Rosen drew a short knife from his waist, squatted down, and lightly traced the blade across the face of the dreadlocked black boss. The cold touch sent chills down the other man's spine.

"Listen, I'm not exactly a powerful or influential person, otherwise I wouldn't have fallen to the point of borrowing money from loan sharks."

His tone was indifferent. "However, I am confident in my ability to repay the money. I said that I would repay you with interest in a month, and I will naturally do so in a month."

The blade pressed down slightly, leaving a bloody gash on the other person's face.

"Did you understand? Get lost."

Rosen stood up and casually tucked the dagger back into his waistband.

The four of them scrambled to their feet, looking disheveled, and helped each other run outside.

The leader, a man with a mohawk, clutched his neck, his eyes filled with malice. Before leaving, he turned back and glared at Rosen, making no attempt to hide his desire for revenge.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Four gunshots rang out.

The bullets hit the concrete ground, creating several craters, and some of the flying debris even tore their clothes.

The four men stood frozen in place, especially the dreadlocked leader who was still turning his head to look at Rosen. He had witnessed the entire process of Rosen raising his gun and firing. Just now, he thought he was going to die.

Rosen walked up to the dreadlocked boss, looked at him with a smile, and then reached out to straighten his messy collar.

The squad leader, however, dared not move at all.

Rosen bent down, picked up the gun from the ground, and gently placed it back into the other person's trembling hand.

"Don't forget your guns, they're worth several hundred dollars each. It would be terrible to lose them."

Mohican timidly took the gun, and before he could speak, Rosen added:

"I also hope you can think this through: whether or not I can ultimately pay this money is a matter for your company's big boss."

This money won't even go into your own pockets. There's no need to make enemies who could endanger your lives over such official business.

He patted the boss on the shoulder and lowered his voice, saying, "To be honest, we're all just doing the work. How much do you guys earn in a year? Is it worth it to work so hard?"

The dreadlocked boss swallowed hard; what the other person said made perfect sense!

That's right, risking your life at the hands of a killer just to get a little commission on collecting debts is such a waste.

Just as they reached the front door and were about to slip away, Rosen suddenly shouted again, "Stop!"

The shout startled all four of them, making them shudder.

Rosen leaned against the doorframe, his voice surprisingly becoming a little lazy:

"Furthermore, if for some reason, such as being stabbed in the back by someone, I end up being unable to repay the money..."

Before I die, I will definitely take the four of you down with me. I have no parents and no attachments. My uncle is a retired special forces soldier.

"The two of us are absolutely confident that we can wipe out your entire family before we're laid off by the company."

Everyone shivered involuntarily, feeling a chill run up to their heads. They froze on the spot, staring blankly at Rosen.

"Go on your way, have a safe trip!"

The four men felt like they had been granted a pardon and didn't want to stay there for even a second longer. Before leaving, they even closed the door for Rosen.

Watching the other person's departing figure, Rosen stood there and let out a long sigh.

He had actually really wanted to kill the other person just now, but he knew it wasn't the right time yet.

"Black Gold Capital" is not an ordinary street gang; it is a top-tier financial tycoon that ranks among the most powerful in the United States.

If he were to be targeted simply for killing a few henchmen, he would face countless attempts to kill him.

Not worth it!

He's not strong enough yet!

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A hapless author's musings, part 3: [A more respectable way to describe "hikikomori" (social recluse)]

During the Chinese New Year, relatives asked me what I do for a living.

I described myself as an "independent writer engaged in digital content creation and offshore financial storytelling."

My relatives didn't understand, but that didn't stop them from thinking I was amazing, and then they borrowed the last two hundred yuan I had left.