What the hell is the "kill line" when you're in America?

Seattle's night is fragmented into bizarre and dazzling pieces by neon lights.

The top-tier private club "Sky Dome" is located in the city's most bustling area.

It is located on the top floor of a skyscraper.

This place is not open to the public; it only receives a select few of Seattle's most elite individuals.

They are politicians, tycoons, and influential figures hidden behind the scenes.

These people truly control the fate of this city.

As Li Ang stepped out of his private elevator, two waiters immediately came forward to greet him.

They were dressed in white tailcoats and wore white gloves.

They were very polite and led the way for Li Ang.

The corridor beneath your feet is paved with pure black marble.

The corridor is lined with valuable modern art paintings.

Finally, they stopped and came to a huge double door.

This door is carved from a single piece of rosewood.

"Mr. Leon, His Holiness the Bishop is already waiting for you inside."

As the waiter spoke, he pushed open the heavy door for him.

Behind the door is a huge panoramic restaurant.

Beneath my feet lies the dazzling lights of the entire city, like a sprawling galaxy.

The restaurant was very quiet, with only melodious classical music playing in the background.

There was only one person sitting at the long dining table.

Bishop Vincent.

He was wearing a pure white silk robe.

Her short, golden hair shone softly under the light.

In front of him were silver cutlery and a wine glass.

The glass was filled with blood-red wine.

He saw Li Ang and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

That smile was as compassionate as a god's.

"Welcome, my lost sheep."

His voice was magnetic, as if it could soothe any restlessness.

Li Ang's face remained expressionless.

He went straight to the dining table and sat down opposite Vincent.

"I am not your sheep," Li Ang said calmly.

Vincent's smile remained unchanged as he poured Li Ang a glass of wine.

"Child, do not be hostile to God," he said.

"God loves the world, and He cannot bear to see you sink deeper and deeper."

Li Ang looked at him, and also at the glaring words above his head.

[Kill threshold: Extremely high]

And that string of question marks, representing the unknown.

"Are those mad dogs you sent also God's will?" Li Ang asked.

"That wasn't an attack, kid." Vincent shook his finger.

"That's a test."

"God needs to use fire to discern who the true believers are."

"And who is the wolf in sheep's clothing?"

He picked up his wine glass and gently swirled it in his hand.

"Clearly, you have passed God's test."

"You're more interesting than I imagined."

"That's why I invited you here today, to give you an opportunity."

He looked at Li Ang with a condescending, condescending gaze.

"An opportunity to return to the Lord's embrace."

"Kneel down and confess your sins to me."

"Hand over everything you've acquired and cease your support for Detective Gordon."

"Then I'll merge your lousy businesses with the assets under my control."

"I will grant you new life and make you my most loyal servant."

"You can get everything you want: money, status, even..."

He leaned closer, his voice carrying a devilish allure.

"Eternal life."

Li Ang looked at him as if he were a clown jumping around.

He didn't say anything, but simply picked up his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Then, he turned the cup upside down on the table.

"The wine is good," he said.

"But you talk way too much nonsense."

Vincent's smile finally disappeared.

"It seems you have rejected God's gift." His voice turned cold.

"God?" Li Ang scoffed.

"You?"

"You're just another fatter, domesticated dog."

"presumptuous!"

Vincent slammed his hand on the table, his face instantly contorting into a ferocious expression.

"Who do you think you are?"

"A slum slut like you dares to spout nonsense in front of me?"

"Do you really think that your rabble can challenge the Lord's majesty?"

"I'm giving you a chance by bringing you here today!"

"Since you don't want it, then go die!"

He had barely finished speaking.

More than a dozen figures emerged from the shadows surrounding the restaurant.

They were dressed in white tailcoats, but carried poisoned daggers and pistols.

They were Vincent, the executioners brought from the church headquarters.

Every single person is a killing machine that crawls out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

They surrounded Li Ang, staring at him with icy eyes.

Vincent sat back down in his chair, his elegant smile returning to his face.

He was prepared to witness a one-sided, bloody massacre.

However, Li Ang's face remained expressionless.

He didn't even stand up.

He simply looked at Vincent and gently shook his head.

"I told you long ago, you're an idiot."

"Do you think I came here today just to attend a banquet?"

"Do you think what you see is all there is?"

Just as Vincent was stunned into silence...

"boom!"

A loud bang was heard.

The restaurant's floor-to-ceiling windows were shattered instantly by a tremendous force from the outside.

The wind, carrying shards of glass, rushed in relentlessly.

A dozen lithe figures darted down the ropes, like death descending from the sky.

They were dressed in black combat uniforms, wore night vision goggles, and carried short-barreled rifles.

The leader was Jack.

They are the elite of Group A.

It is a machine that has undergone countless real battles and has been brutally trained by Jack.

The battle began the instant they stormed in.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of a silenced gunshot was like the whisper of death.

The church's executioners didn't even have time to react.

They were then killed one by one by precise headshots.

Their fighting skills may be very high, and their will may be very strong.

But all of this pales in comparison to overwhelming firepower and tactics.

Jack's men moved swiftly and coordinated like a precise machine.

Crossfire, flanking attacks, and precise follow-up shots.

The entire process was smooth and fluid, without a single unnecessary movement.

This is no longer a battle.

This was a one-sided massacre.

Vincent's smile froze completely.

He stared in disbelief at the scene before him.

He watched as his proud executioners fell like stalks of wheat.

The gunfire stopped in less than a minute.

Inside the restaurant, only the strong smell of blood and gunpowder remained.

Jack walked up to Li Ang, took off his mask, and bowed slightly.

"Boss, it's all taken care of."

Li Ang nodded.

He stood up and walked over to Vincent, who was completely terrified.

He picked up a knife from the table and slowly cut off a piece of steak.

"The steak was good, cooked just right."

He chewed, then looked at Vincent.

"Now, it's your turn."

"How do you want to die?"

Vincent shuddered. He looked into Leon's eyes and finally felt fear.

"You...you can't kill me!" he screamed.

"I am a bishop! I am God's spokesperson on earth!"

"Kill me, and the church won't let you get away with it!"

"The whole world will hunt you down!"

"Yeah?"

Li Ang smiled.

He picked up the knife and gently inserted it into the back of Vincent's hand.

"ah!!!"

Vincent let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Tell me, who is the "master" behind you?

Li Ang's voice was soft, yet it felt like an ice pick piercing his soul.

"Also, where are the original documents for 'Project Nightingale'?"

The mission requirement of 【The Feast of Demonic Path】 is to expose the true face of demonic cultivators.

The best way to expose him is to make him reveal all his secrets himself.

"I...I don't know..."

"Click."

Li Ang turned the hilt of the knife, and a sickening cracking sound came from his hand bones.

"Ahhhhh!"

"I'll say it again," Li Ang said, looking at him.

Tell me everything I want to know.

"Otherwise, I will make you experience pain worse than hell."

Faced with absolute suffering, all faiths become utterly vulnerable.

Vincent broke down.

Like a dying dog, he spilled all the secrets he knew.

The internal factions of the church, the secrets of the higher-ups, and the deeper truth.

Li Ang asked Jack to record all of this.

After doing all this, Li Ang finally pulled out his knife.

He slowly wiped the blood off the knife with a napkin.

"You can set off now."

He didn't look at Vincent again, and turned to walk towards the huge breach.

Jack stepped forward and fired a shot into Vincent's head with a silenced pistol.

[Mission Completed: The Feast of Demonic Cultivation]

[Rating: Perfect. With a magnificent massacre, you ripped off the veil of hypocrisy; the demonic flames surged forth. You deserve reward.]

[Rewards: +15 Free Attribute Points, +1000 Magic Points, Title "Mastermind" upgraded to "Chess Player"]