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

[Host: Li Ang]

[Attributes: Spirit: 35, Constitution: 25, Strength: 20, Agility: 29]

[Skills: Photographic Memory, Profound Martial Arts (Beginner)]

[Freely Allocable Attribute Points: 17]

[Magic Points: 1000]

Fifteen free attribute points.

One thousand magic points.

Li Ang's breathing remained unchanged, but his consciousness had already sunk into the system panel.

This was the most generous reward he had ever received since he came into this world.

Faced with four options—spirit, physique, strength, and agility—he did not hesitate at all.

"System, allocate ten points to Spirit, five points to Constitution, and two points to Agility!"

[Attribute points allocated]

[Spirit: 35→45]

[Constitution: 25→30]

Agility: 29 → 31

A refreshing sensation exploded from the depths of his consciousness, instantly engulfing his limbs and bones.

The whole world became clearer in his perception than ever before.

The previous "ever-changing" scene involved him blending himself into the background.

Now that his mental strength has surged, he has become an observer who controls the entire situation.

He can clearly "see" the emotional fluctuations of everyone around him.

He can "hear" the subtle changes in pheromones in the air.

He could even "feel" the building structure groaning slightly under the weight.

This sense of control was far more intoxicating to him than a mere increase in power.

Improvement in physical fitness is even more direct.

A warm current flowed through his limbs and bones, repairing the muscle strain caused by the battle.

His inhuman physique is once again advancing to an even more terrifying level.

As for the thousand magic points, Li Ang did not use them for the time being.

His cultivation of "Immortal Techniques Without Presence" has only just begun; he needs more accumulation and understanding.

The [Martial Arts Profound] skill is sufficient for him to handle the vast majority of physical-level conflicts.

He understood the principle of "don't bite off more than you can chew" better than anyone else.

After doing all this, Li Ang turned his gaze back to the window.

Jack and his Team A were extremely professional and had cleaned the entire restaurant spotless.

Apart from the huge hole in the French window and the lingering smell of gunpowder in the air, there were no other signs of a fight.

The bodies of Vincent and his executioners, along with all the spent weapon casings, were packed into specially made bags.

These things will be completely wiped out of this world through secret channels.

"Boss, it's all cleaned up."

Jack walked up to him, his voice as brief as ever.

Li Ang nodded without saying a word, and simply walked out of the once-glorious restaurant.

He didn't glance at the priceless artworks and luxurious decorations on the ground again.

In his eyes, these things were no different from the scrap metal in the junkyard.

When Li Ang took the private elevator back to the ground floor of the building, Victor and Derek were already waiting there with their men.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Li Ang walk out unharmed.

"Boss!"

Derek and Scorpion practically rushed over, their faces filled with relief at surviving the ordeal and fervent adoration.

Although they did not witness everything on the top floor, the loud noise and the arrival of Jack's troops spoke volumes.

Their boss went to the meeting alone, not only returning alive but also wiping out the enemy's entire stronghold.

This aggressive and unreasonable style of behavior instilled a deep-seated fear in them.

It also brings a kind of morbid sense of security.

"Back to base."

Without further ado, Li Ang got into the car Victor had driven.

The convoy quietly drove away from this bustling place.

They retreated back into their own shadows.

Ninth Street, "The Magic Gate" Bar.

This place has become the core headquarters of Li Ang's forces.

When Li Ang walked into the bar, all the core members were already waiting there.

Derek, Scorpion, and Victor are all there.

And then there's Jack, who's always silent and has a burly build.

The bar was dark, and the atmosphere was oppressive and solemn.

Li Ang walked behind the bar but didn't sit down; he just leaned against it.

He calmly surveyed everyone present.

"From today onwards, our territory includes Blocks 9 and 10, plus Block 15, which we just captured."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"However, the expansion ends here."

"What?"

Derek paused for a moment, then spoke instinctively.

"Boss, now's the best opportunity!"

"Those bastards from the church were crippled, and the other gangs are terrified."

"We should strike while the iron is hot..."

"I said, this is the end."

Li Ang's gaze shifted to Derek.

That calm gaze silenced the latter instantly.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

"Our foundation is too shallow, we have too few people, and we've expanded too much."

"This will only make us conspicuous and vulnerable, and everyone will want to take a bite out of us."

"From now on, our power enters the 'consolidation and development' phase."

"Reduce all unnecessary proactive conflicts and make our existing territory indestructible."

Li Ang paused for a moment, then continued.

"Rewards will be given based on merit."

Upon hearing those four words, Derek and Scorpion's eyes lit up instantly.

"Everyone who participated in this operation will be rewarded with $50,000."

"For those who are injured, an additional 50,000 will be charged for medical and nutritional expenses."

"Those who died in battle..."

Li Ang paused, and the air in the bar instantly became deathly silent.

"Compensation, one million."

"Deliver it directly to their family."

"Tell their families that this money was earned with their lives, and that they deserve it."

"From now on, their families will be supported by our 'Demon Sect'."

"The expenses for children's schooling and medical expenses for the elderly will all be reimbursed."

"If anyone dares to touch this money, or dares to bully their family."

Li Ang's gaze turned sharp and cold.

"Tell them I'll personally twist that man's head off."

One million!

This number made Derek and Scorpion gasp in shock.

In this city, a human life is sometimes not even worth a hundred dollars.

But their boss offered a staggering one million for a dead low-level thug.

This is no longer about winning people's hearts.

This is fucking using money to forge loyalty!

Victor pushed up his glasses; he was thinking more deeply than Derek and Scorpion.

He understood that his boss was doing this not just to win people over.

He is establishing a set of rules.

A set of cold, cruel, yet outrageously fair rules.

In this set of rules, life has a price.

Loyalty, too, has a price.

If you work hard for me, I will give you and your family a bright future.

If you betray me, I will make you and your entire family disappear completely.

This kind of order is far more effective at uniting people than the vague notion of "brotherhood."

It can also incite the madness of human nature.

"Derek, Scorpion."

"exist!"

"Victor will give you the money."

"You two are responsible for delivering the money and my words to everyone without missing a single one."

"If this matter is not handled properly, I will hold you all responsible."

"Yes, boss! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

The two straightened their backs and responded loudly.

"Jack".

"exist."

"You will personally oversee the distribution of the compensation."

"I don't want anything to go wrong in the middle."

"clear."

Jack was concise and to the point.

"Victor."

"Boss, I'm here."

"Besides funding, the establishment of an intelligence network also needs to be accelerated."

"I want to know every respectable thing that happens in this city."

"Especially the movements of those large families and top figures."

"Yes, boss."

After arranging everything, Li Ang waved his hand.

"Go ahead, everyone."

Everyone visibly breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.

Soon, Li Ang was the only one left in the bar.

He walked to the window and pushed open the heavy window.

The cold wind blew in at dawn, dispelling the stuffiness in the room.

He looked out the window at the neighborhood that was gradually returning to "order".

Shops reopened, neon lights came on again, and patrol cars crisscrossed the streets.

Everything is back on track.

But everyone knows that this street has changed owners.

Just then, Victor returned and stood behind Li Ang, respectfully reporting to his superior.

"Boss, everything is calm for now."

"The church ceased all operations after Vincent's death."

"They are probably waiting for further instructions from headquarters."

"The other gangs also hid themselves away, not daring to make any moves."

"Um."

Li Ang nodded, his gaze still fixed on the view outside the window.

His deep eyes revealed no emotion.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Victor was flattered and quickly bowed and withdrew.

Watching Victor's departing figure, Li Ang's gaze drifted to another direction in the city.

That's the area where the slums are located.

His heart, hardened by killing and scheming, had long since become unyielding.

But for some reason, two figures suddenly appeared at this moment.

One is a down-on-his-luck man struggling in the mire for the sake of his daughter.

One is an innocent girl who, despite her illness, still draws a "hero" in a black trench coat.

It's time to take care of some "personal matters".