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

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Li Ang did not respond immediately.

"Don't be nervous." The man seemed to smile.

The mask covered most of the other person's face.

Most importantly, there was nothing above its head.

There is no light curtain.

There are no words.

There is no "endangered" or "extremely endangered" species.

This was the first time he had ever seen anything like this.

"What? You don't understand?"

The man asked another question in perfect Mandarin.

He didn't answer immediately, but instead glanced around out of the corner of his eye.

The other two men carrying the body had already gotten into the vehicle, and the leader, who was holding a tablet, was standing by the passenger door, lighting a cigarette.

These people are not simple.

"I understand," Li Ang replied, also in Chinese.

"I knew it, that physique, that demeanor, doesn't seem like a banana person who grew up here." The man's muscular build seemed to relax a bit.

"What should I call you?" Li Ang asked.

"There's no need to know the name." The man waved his hand. "In our line of work, you might see someone today, but you might not see them again tomorrow."

His voice carried a weariness, as if it were something he had long been accustomed to.

His gaze fell upon the body that had already been lifted into the vehicle.

"That person was murdered, right? Did you see anything?"

Li Ang neither admitted nor denied it.

The man didn't seem to care, and said to himself, "It's alright, maybe it would be better if I died."

"And you? What are you doing here?" the man asked again.

"Just passing by," Li Ang replied succinctly.

"Just passing by?" the man scoffed.

He glanced at Li Ang's trench coat, then at the dilapidated RV behind him.

"For a living?"

Li Ang remained silent.

"It's nothing to eat." The man seemed to have seen through something and continued on his own.

He took off his hazmat suit, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, shook one out, and handed it to Li Ang.

Only then did Li Ang get a clear look at the man in front of him.

He was tall and robust, with a large, rugged face.

He shook his head as he looked at the cigarette the man offered him.

The man didn't mind; he put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it with a lighter.

"I don't like this stuff either," he mumbled, "but sometimes, if I don't have something in my mouth, I feel like something's missing."

"Brother, what do you think of this?" the man asked slowly.

After a moment's thought, Li Ang replied, "This is a demonic sect."

"The Demonic Sect?" The man was amused by this answer.

"Brother, you're really funny." He seemed amused by Li Ang's wariness and pretentiousness.

"This place is no human being." The man said, puffing out smoke rings as he spoke.

"Some people are crazy, some are pretending to be crazy, and some make money off their madness."

After he finished speaking, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out with the toe of his foot.

Li Ang did not respond; his attention remained fixed on the empty space above his head.

There was no light screen, no text.

"Aren't you curious why I'm telling you all this?" the man suddenly asked.

"I'm not curious," Li Ang replied.

"True." The man chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Anyway, I'm just doing a job for money and having someone to chat with on the side."

"If you stay in this godforsaken place too long, you'll go crazy if you're not already."

His gaze swept over the dilapidated street scene around him, his eyes filled with unyielding disgust.

"I can see that you're different from them."

"This outfit isn't what a homeless person should wear, and you're not exactly a gentleman, are you?" The man looked him up and down.

"So, take my advice." The man turned his head and looked at Li Ang very seriously.

"Get out of here."

"Where to?" Li Ang asked.

"Go west, then a little south." The man paused, "but not too far south."

"If all else fails, try finding a safe community."

Li Ang remained silent.

How could he, an unregistered resident with no money, possibly leave?

"You got tricked into coming here, didn't you?" the man said casually.

But Li Ang was not tricked into coming.

"Then let's find a place that can provide shelter," the man said.

"If all else fails, go to a mosque, or any church."

"As long as you pay them, they'll let you stay; nobody goes to a place like that to cause trouble."

The man's words revealed a profound understanding of the rules of this world.

"Who exactly are you?" Li Ang asked again.

"Me?" The man smiled again, but this time there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.

"Just an unlucky guy who was recommended to do the work."

"I don't like this job," he added. "I even feel nauseous."

After he finished speaking, he stopped looking at Li Ang and turned to walk towards the white van.

That's all I have to say. Take care of yourself.

He opened the car door and got in.

The truck quickly started, merged into the traffic, and disappeared at the end of the block.

It was as if it had never existed.

Li Ang stood there, the man's last words still echoing in his mind.

And, that bizarre sight of no kill line.

[Quest: Demonic Path Deal (Completed)]

[Gain 30 Magic Points, +1 Free Attribute Point]

The system notification sound pulled him back to reality.

He glanced at the four thousand eight hundred dollars in his hand, then at the tattered wallet Buck handed him.

And that's how the deal was completed.

Li Ang put away the money and turned to walk towards the RV.

He opened the car door, and Anna was sitting on the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest. When she saw him come in, her little face was full of worry.

"Outside......"

"It's alright now." Li Ang closed the car door; this was too cruel for a child.

He walked over to Anna and patted her head.

"It was just two drunk guys arguing; they've already left."

"Really?"

"real."

"Have you finished drawing?" He picked up the sketchbook on the table, trying to distract the girl.

Anna shook her head; what had just happened made it impossible for her to concentrate.

"It's alright," Li Ang said softly.

He pulled the tattered wallet he'd looted from the fat man from his pocket, took out a few crumpled bills, and handed them to Anna.

"This is for you."

"Dad said that you shouldn't take money from other people."

"This isn't someone else's money." Li Ang stuffed the money into her hand. "This is compensation from that bastard. He scared you."

Anna took the money, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"plum."

"Um?"

"You...you're leaving too?"

"..." Li Ang remained silent for a while.

"Won't."

Outside the car window, the sky gradually darkened.

He sat on the edge of the bed, without moving.

The image of the burly man with no kill threshold, and his words of advice, still lingered in his mind.

Leave here.

Go to the west, or a little further south.

If all else fails, go to a mosque or church.

It's more like someone familiar with these survival rules and with good intentions is giving advice to a fellow countryman.

Why didn't he have a kill threshold?

Could it be that there are aspects of the system that cannot be evaluated?

Li Ang couldn't understand it.