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

Li Ang wanted to try to improve his attributes through forging.

But he was more curious.

Why would a young person with a legitimate job and good health have a "low" cutoff score?

He also wanted to get a closer look at this interesting young Black man.

"That's great!" Mike exclaimed happily. "Would you like to go first, or should I?"

"You go first."

"good!"

Mike lay on the bench press, his movements precise and fluid.

Unlike Li Ang, he didn't directly attempt heavy weights. Instead, he started with 60 kilograms and gradually increased the weight in sets.

Each set was done at a leisurely pace, allowing me to fully feel the muscles working.

Li Ang watched from the side, nodding to himself.

This is the scientific training method.

In the world of cultivation, he tempered his physical body step by step, laying a solid foundation each time.

"Hey, Lee," Mike said, sitting up after finishing a set, panting, "Are you here to build muscle or lose fat?"

"Just practicing casually."

"No way, bro, you need to have a goal when you work out." Mike said seriously, "You have a good foundation. If you train systematically, your physique will definitely be much better than it is now."

"Look, just like me!"

As he spoke, he began to show off his proud biceps again.

Looking at him, Li Ang suddenly remembered the greasy coach Quinn from before.

Same actions, same lines.

But coming from Mike, it wasn't annoying at all.

Mike has only pure passion and the joy of sharing.

"Alright, get back to your practice." Li Ang smiled.

The two took turns using the equipment, and an hour passed quickly.

Li Ang also figured out his current physical limits, with a strength of about 110 kilograms, and his recovery ability was surprisingly amazing.

This body is getting stronger at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Unfortunately, the system attributes were not increased.

However, Li Ang didn't care about any of that.

"Want to take a shower?" After finishing the last set, Mike was covered in sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

"Walk."

Hot water poured over my head, washing away all my fatigue.

Li Ang closed his eyes, savoring this long-lost comfort.

After changing their clothes, the two walked out of the gym.

"Want to grab a drink?" Mike suggested. "It's on me. I know a great fast food place nearby; their burgers and milkshakes are amazing."

Li Ang patted his pockets; he wasn't short of money right now.

"It's my treat."

Mike paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Alright, bro, then I won't stand on ceremony!"

Mike, familiar with the place, ordered two of the largest burger sets.

"Let me tell you, Li, the beef patties at this shop are freshly pan-fried, and they're incredibly juicy."

As he spoke, he took a big bite of the hamburger, sauce smearing his mouth.

Li Ang ate slowly, listening to Mike's incessant introduction.

From which neighborhood has the most artistic graffiti to which band's live performance is the most energetic.

He was like an overactive chatterbox, full of boundless enthusiasm for life.

"And you?" Mike asked curiously, taking a big gulp of his milkshake. "What do you usually do?"

"Me?" Li Ang thought for a moment, "I'm currently looking for a job."

"Looking for a job? What kind of job are you looking for? I might be able to help you."

Li Ang shook his head.

Working as a laborer is not his style.

"So what are your plans?"

"I haven't decided yet," Li Ang said truthfully.

"Don't be discouraged, bro," Mike patted him on the shoulder. "Jobs are hard to find these days, but there's always a way."

"If I graduate someday, I might become a lawyer or a doctor."

Mike looked on with anticipation, full of confidence in the future.

"My girlfriend also hopes that I can become that kind of person."

"Oh?" Li Ang raised an eyebrow. "What does your girlfriend do?"

When his girlfriend was mentioned, Mike's face instantly lit up with a happy smile.

"Her name is Catherine, she's a wonderful girl, and she's currently studying pre-law at the University of Washington."

Li Ang nodded.

It seems this girl named Catherine is very outstanding.

"She's beautiful and intelligent," Mike added enthusiastically. "We met in the library; she was reading 'Contract Law,' and I was reading 'Human Anatomy' right across from her."

Li Ang listened quietly without interrupting.

One wants to be a lawyer, the other wants to be a doctor; they sound like a perfect match.

"And you, Lee, do you have a girlfriend?" Mike suddenly asked curiously.

"no."

"Hey bro, a cool guy like you're bound to have girls interested in you," Mike grinned.

But then, as if remembering something, he took his phone out of his pocket.

"Oh no, it's almost time, I have to go to work."

He hurriedly put on his coat.

"work to earn a living?"

"Yeah," Mike said, glancing at his phone. "Working as a porter at the docks, twenty dollars an hour, not bad."

Li Ang looked at him.

A hardworking and ambitious young man with plans for the future and a beautiful girlfriend.

Why is his kill threshold "low"?

"I'll take you there." Li Ang stood up.

"No need, no need, I can take the bus myself," Mike quickly waved his hand.

"Let's go, I'm going that way too."

Ultimately, the two parted ways.

Li Ang did not insist on delivering it, and Mike did not stand on ceremony anymore.

As Mike merged into the crowd at the bus stop, his tall figure appeared somewhat lonely, so different from the homeless people lying on the bus chairs around him.

Li Ang withdrew his gaze and turned to walk in the opposite direction.

Mike's life was filled with diligence and a thirst for knowledge, yet he had to sell his physical labor at the docks.

He has a beautiful girlfriend and plans for a future as a famous lawyer or doctor, but his cutoff score isn't much higher than that of a drug addict on the street.

Li Ang couldn't understand it.

However, he didn't intend to delve into it further; everyone has their own way of living.

He has more important things to do now.

By the time I returned to the dilapidated house under the suspension bridge, it was already getting dark.

Li Ang rummaged through the corner and pulled out the cast iron pot he had been using as a furnace for alchemy, then took out the remaining paper packets from his pocket.

......

Night was falling.

He then produced more than ten more pills of bliss using the same method.

He stuffed all the pills into his trench coat pocket, and only after doing this did he leave the temporary "alchemy room".

He pulled up his hood and strode towards Parker Market.

When he arrived, Derek was already pacing anxiously back and forth at the alley entrance, glancing out of the alley every now and then.

Upon seeing Li Ang appear, they immediately went to greet him.

"Oh! You've finally arrived!" Derek exclaimed impatiently. "I've been waiting for you for almost an hour!"

"Where's the goods? Did you bring them?"

Li Ang didn't speak, he just looked at him.

Derek felt a little uneasy under his gaze and gave an awkward laugh.

"I mean... can we start the transaction now?"

Li Ang extended his hand.

"money."

Derek paused for a moment, then realized what was happening and quickly pulled out a large wad of cash from his pocket, stuffing it all into Li Ang's hand.

"It's all here."

Li Ang took the money and glanced at it; it was much more than yesterday.

He didn't count them carefully, but just stuffed them into his pocket.

Then he took a paper packet out of his pocket and handed it to Derek.

Derek eagerly opened it, and his eyes lit up when he saw the dozens of dark pills inside.

"That's great! That's great!"

"Wait a minute," Li Ang said.

[Mission: The Devil is One Step Ahead]

[Task Requirement: Sell "Elysium Pill" to 1/10 of the target population]

Li Ang glanced at the system's prompts and realized that he couldn't sell all the pills to the same person directly.