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

The medicinal liquid in the pot had turned from dark brown to a viscous black, emitting a strange sweet fragrance mixed with the burnt smell of herbs and wood.

Li Ang's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

His eyes were fixed on the boiling liquid medicine in the pot, his mind highly focused.

It became.

He quickly removed most of the firewood from the bottom of the pot, leaving only a few pieces of charcoal burning with dark red embers to maintain the temperature.

The final step in alchemy is condensing the elixir.

After arranging them one by one with plastic bottle caps.

Li Ang carefully poured the pot of liquid into bottle caps, using the firelight as a guide.

Next comes the waiting time.

In less than half an hour, the liquid inside each bottle cap had completely cooled down.

Li Ang took out the condensate from one of the bottle caps and slowly rolled it into a ball in his palm.

A pill the size of a longan, completely black, was thus completed.

The pills were not smooth and had a slightly burnt smell.

Li Ang held it between his fingertips and examined it carefully.

He knew, of course, how inferior the elixir was.

He deliberately reduced the dosage of those neutralizing herbs.

But deep down, he still retained a shred of the bottom line of a righteous cultivator.

At the final moment of condensing the elixir, he added an extra ingredient: mint.

This herb can slightly clear the mind and improve eyesight, perhaps allowing the user to retain a sliver of clarity amidst the delusions, preventing them from becoming completely lost.

Of course, its effect is negligible; it's more of a form of self-comfort.

He carefully put the pill away, then prepared it according to the same method, refining all the remaining medicinal materials, pouring them into the bottle cap, and kneading them by hand into pills.

In the end, he obtained seventeen "Elysium Pills" of varying sizes and of extremely poor quality.

Looking at these few dark, indistinct things, Li Ang fell into deep thought.

The product has been refined, but how do we sell it?

Should we just go to Parker Market and find those addicts to sell to us?

"Hey bro, I've got some new stuff here, way stronger than yours, wanna give it a try?"

Li Ang himself found the scene somewhat comical.

Moreover, his pills looked terrible, a dark, blob-like thing. Who would believe that this was something that could bring "bliss"?

Moreover, isn't this clearly a way of competing with them for business?

Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents.

He had already anticipated that he might be targeted by some people at that time.

No, it needs to be packaged.

In the world of cultivation, the higher the grade of the elixir, the more astonishing its appearance, with its fragrance filling the air and its radiant glow flowing.

His "Ecstasy Pill" clearly does not meet these conditions.

Then we can only do the opposite.

A sense of mystery.

Yes, it's the sense of mystery.

Li Ang made up his mind, wrapped the pill in the paper left over from buying herbs, and put it in his pocket.

He extinguished the fire, hid the iron pot in a corner of the ruins, and then left the deserted area.

He needs to change his clothes.

Li Ang found a shop filled with all kinds of clothes.

He ultimately chose a long black trench coat, dark jeans, and a pair of worn-out Doc Martens.

The trench coat was large enough to cover his thin figure, and he could pull up the hood to hide most of his face.

He then bought a pack of the most ordinary blue medical masks at a convenience store.

When Li Ang saw his new image in the mirror of the public restroom.

well.

Li Ang nodded at his reflection in the mirror.

Now, he doesn't look like a "salesperson".

He's more like a lunatic who ran away from there.

But that's enough.

As night deepened, the hustle and bustle of Pike Place Market gradually subsided.

But in some corners, the deals are just beginning.

Li Ang pulled down his hood, put his hands in his trench coat pockets, and blended into the market.

His goal was very clear.

Those who peddled "goods" to him during the day.

These guys are retailers, so they must have a group of regular "customers" and a certain "supply of goods".

The most efficient way is to find a breakthrough through him.

With his photographic memory, Li Ang quickly found the hooded man in an alley behind a seafood stall.

Li Ang approached and saw him leaning against the wall, making a deal with a man as thin as a bamboo pole.

"...Still the same price, thanks."

The man with the bamboo pole stuffed a few banknotes into the hooded man's hand, took a small plastic bag, and turned to leave impatiently.

The hooded man stuffed the money into his pocket and prepared to leave.

Li Ang stepped forward, blocking the hooded man's path.

The hooded man was putting money into his pocket when he was stopped, and an impatient look immediately appeared on his face.

"What are you doing?" He looked up at Li Ang.

When he saw Li Ang's attire, he was first taken aback, then a hint of wariness and...confusion appeared in his eyes.

A long black trench coat, a hood pulled up to almost cover his eyes, and a blue medical mask on his face.

They didn't seem like customers, nor did they seem like police officers; they seemed more like his colleagues.

"Who the hell are you?" The hooded man took a half step back, his hand quietly reaching towards his lower back.

Li Ang did not speak, but slowly extended his hand.

A pill appeared in his palm.

The hooded man's gaze fell on the pills, and his nose twitched involuntarily twice.

"What the hell is that?" the hooded man asked with a look of disdain. "Which sewer did you pull that out of?"

This product looked worse than the worst "goods" he had ever seen.

It was neither a pure white powder nor a crystal-clear ice crystal.

Looking at the thing in Li Ang's hand, isn't this just soil?

[Target: Derek]

[Criterion for elimination: Medium (dependence on elixirs, protection from a minor demonic sect, and good health)]

Li Ang glanced at the light screen above his head; he was not a dying man.

And they have protection? They must have some powerful connections.

"New stuff," Li Ang finally spoke, "much stronger than yours."

Upon hearing this, the hooded man paused for a second, then burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha... What did you say? You think your stuff is stronger than mine?"

He laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"Dude, have you gone mad from being drugged? Go back to sleep and wake up before you come out on the scene, okay?"

The hooded man's face showed no attempt to hide his mockery.

He's been in this market for so long, he's seen it all.

This crazy guy in front of me, holding a mud ball, actually dared to show off his skills in front of me.

Li Ang had long anticipated that this would happen.

"Don't believe me?" he asked calmly.

"Fuck you, believe you?" the hooded man spat. "Get lost, don't delay my business, or else..."

He pulled his hand out from behind his waist, and a switchblade popped out of his hand.

Any ordinary salesperson would probably be terrified by now.

But Li Ang is not.

"Your goods are the gospel of heaven, aren't they?" Li Ang suddenly said.

The hooded man paused in his movements.

"I not only know that it is called Heaven's Gospel, but I also know that its main ingredient is fentanyl derivatives, mixed with a large amount of tramadol and a small amount of benzodiazepines."

Li Ang had already made up for his knowledge gaps through extensive reading.

The photographic memory feature is so useful!

The hooded man was completely stunned, his face showing astonishment.

He himself couldn't pronounce all the chemical terms correctly; he had only heard his supplier mention them once or twice.

How could this madman in front of me know so much?

"After taking it, you will initially experience a strong feeling of euphoria, but side effects such as respiratory depression will soon appear..."

Li Ang continued, "The important thing is my product. The only side effect is that it will make you feel that everything you ate before was garbage."

The hooded man stared at Li Ang, still not believing it.

This thing looks so bad, how could it possibly be better than "Heaven's Gospel"?

This is a high-end product with a purity of up to 65%!

He finally managed to get the goods.

But what the other party just said made him have no choice but to believe it.

Such professional language is something only the manufacturers he encountered when sourcing goods would use.

"What...what do you want?"