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

The fat man, reeking of alcohol, turned his head; his eyes were bloodshot.

"And who the hell are you?"

Li Ang ignored his shouts and focused his gaze on the pickup truck driver who had been beaten.

He was a man around forty years old, with thinning hair, a face full of wrinkles, and wearing a plaid shirt that had turned black.

[Criterion for elimination: Critical condition (due to overwork, depletion of essence and blood, and signs of organ failure)]

Another person crushed by life.

"This is my spot," the pickup truck owner tried to reason. "I park here every day."

He pointed at Li Ang and the pickup truck owner.

"Bullshit! I was right here yesterday!" The fat man reeked of alcohol, spitting everywhere.

"You trash should all be cleaned up! Get out of my sight!"

As the fat man spoke, he raised his fist again, this time targeting Li Ang.

Li Ang dodged the chaotic punch by sidestepping it, and then grabbed the other man's wrist with his right hand and twisted it downwards.

The fat man let out a bloodcurdling scream, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans instantly appeared on his forehead.

Li Ang did not let go; his other hand gripped his throat.

The fat man instantly lost his breath, his face turned a deep purplish-red, and he kicked his feet wildly at the ground.

[The Cutoff Line: Endangered (tainted by alcohol, clouded mind, and tyrannical nature)]

The system's voice echoed in my mind once again.

This scoundrel is incorrigible and cannot be reformed despite repeated attempts at instruction; keeping him is of no use. He is hereby used as a warning to others.

[Task Posting: Clean Up the House]

[Mission Objective: Slay the low-level demonic cultivator before you]

[Quest Reward: Magic Points +5]

Li Ang tightened his fingers slightly.

He could feel the fragility of the other person's throat bone; with just a little more force, he could easily crush it.

The pickup truck driver standing nearby was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

"Please...please..."

The fat man squeezed out a few indistinct syllables from his throat.

As the shadow of death loomed over him, he finally regained some clarity.

Li Ang released his hand.

The fat man immediately collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.

"Get out." Li Ang only said one word.

The fat man struggled to his feet and scrambled away, cursing all the while.

"Thank you... thank you, sir." The pickup truck driver snapped out of his daze and quickly expressed his gratitude.

"It's nothing," Li Ang said calmly.

He was about to turn back to the RV when the fat man returned.

He had an empty wine bottle in his hand and looked like a madman.

"Fuck! I'm going to kill you!"

He roared and smashed the bottle at the back of Li Ang's head.

Li Ang turned around to dodge the attack, grabbed the fat man's hand with his other hand, and used his knuckles to poke at the man's temple.

For an instant.

The fat man stopped abruptly, his eyes wide open, the madness on his face still lingering.

He fell straight backward, hitting the back of his head on the concrete floor.

Blood flowed from his temple and quickly formed a small puddle on the ground.

This is Li Ang unleashing all his power into a single point.

[Task: Clean house (Completed)]

[Gain Magic Points +5]

The pickup truck owner stood there, frozen in place.

He looked at the corpse on the ground, then at Li Ang, who was expressionless, and couldn't say a word.

Li Ang frowned.

He didn't care that someone had been killed.

In the world of cultivation, he could easily wipe out such trash.

What he was worried about was this witness.

Although the police in this world are inefficient, dead people are still a troublesome matter.

If the pickup truck driver calls the police, he'll be in big trouble.

Li Ang's gaze fell on the pickup truck owner.

But it depends on whether this person is willing to cooperate.

if......

He did not recommend killing one more person.

But the pickup truck owner's next move stunned him.

After the initial shock, the pickup truck driver gradually calmed down.

He walked to the body, squatted down, and checked the fat man's breath.

Then, he flipped the other person's eyelids over.

"He's dead." He stood up and looked at Li Ang with a strange expression.

Instead of panic, there was a hint of...excitement?

"Hey buddy," the pickup truck driver rubbed his hands together, leaned closer to Li Ang, and said in a low voice.

"This corpse..."

He paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

"I think we might be able to... get rid of it."

Li Ang looked at him without saying a word.

The pickup truck owner, thinking he hadn't understood, added, "What I mean is, this thing can fetch a good price now."

Li Ang was completely stunned.

He had imagined countless possibilities.

Pickup truck drivers might scream and run away, or kneel down and beg for mercy, or even faint from fright.

But to his utter surprise, the other party's first thought was to sell the still-warm corpse.

"What did you say?" Li Ang wondered if he had misheard.

"I'm saying, this body can be sold for money!" The pickup truck owner raised his voice slightly, his excitement growing stronger.

"I know a place that specializes in collecting these!"

He pointed to the corpse on the ground.

"Someone as fat as him must have pretty good organs; he might fetch a high price!"

"How about we split the money: you get 80% and I'll get 20%?"

"After all, it was you who did the work."

The pickup truck owner looked at Li Ang expectantly, as if he were discussing a lucrative business deal.

Li Ang looked at him, speechless for a long time.

He felt that his worldview, built up over a century of cultivation, was being violently impacted at this moment.

He has done murder, robbery, and destroying evidence.

But you can sell this stuff...

And he's partnering with a complete stranger he'd only known for less than ten minutes to sell someone he just killed...

This was more sinister than the most sinister demon he had ever seen.

[Key causal relationship detected]

All living things and all things are exchangeable, and a body that still retains some warmth is a rare treasure in this world. Let us join hands with this "merchant" who is skilled in this art and end this earthly bond.

[New Quest Released: Demonic Trade]

[Quest Rewards: +30 Magic Points, +1 Attribute Point]

The system notification snapped Li Ang out of his shock.

Looking at the eager pickup truck owner in front of him, he suddenly realized that his understanding of America was still too superficial.

"You...do this often?" Li Ang asked with difficulty.

"Hehe, occasionally, occasionally," the pickup truck owner chuckled sheepishly. "It's all just to make a living."

"After all, you can find plenty of them around here, but some of them don't fetch a high price."

"My name is Buck. What's yours, buddy?"

"plum."

"Okay, Lee." Buck patted Lee on the shoulder, acting very familiar. "To be honest, I've disliked him for a long time. He's always causing trouble here."

As he spoke, he skillfully began to search the corpse.

Soon, he pulled a worn-out wallet and a few crumpled banknotes from the fat man's pocket.

He handed the wallet and banknotes to Li Ang.

"You killed them, so they're yours."

Li Ang looked at what was in his hand but did not take it.

"Take it."

"That won't do, that's the rule," Buck insisted. "If you don't take it, I won't cooperate with you."

Li Ang had no choice but to accept it; he only had a dozen or so dollars in his wallet.

"I'll call someone over right now."

"Alright, we need to hurry," Buck urged. "The smell of blood will soon cause other trouble."

"For example, other companies in the same industry will also come wanting a share of this money!"

He walked to the back of his pickup truck and lifted a tattered tarpaulin.

He pulled a huge black canvas bag out of it.

"Come on, give me a hand, let's put him in," Buck called out.

Watching his skillful movements, Li Ang felt like a novice embarking on his first long journey.