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

Li Ang lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

The system has gone mad, and he's about to go mad too.

Should we take the initiative to find Victor?

That ruthless second-in-command of the Golden Rust Gang?

And it establishes cause and effect?

He'll probably be killed off with a single shot.

Li Ang rolled over.

He wasn't afraid of death; in the world of cultivation, he teetered on the edge of life and death every day.

He just felt that this task was illogical.

Sitting idly by a withered tree is not the best strategy.

The problem is, he's just a mortal now.

Strength 15, Agility 15.

It sounds good, but these numbers mean nothing in the face of bullets.

Li Ang sat up in bed.

He walked to the window and watched the occasional car drive by below.

The system will not issue tasks that will result in certain death.

Behind the mission, there must be a glimmer of hope that he hadn't yet seen through.

"The place where the Dharma is attached".

These six words are the key.

Where does a person's destiny lie?

Family?

office?

Or... his most frequented place?

Li Ang took out his phone and dialed Derek's number.

The phone rang for a long time before being answered, and the noisy voice of Derek still trading came from the other end.

"Who is it...?"

"I."

Derek's voice instantly became clear-headed, tinged with a hint of obsequiousness.

"Boss! It's you!"

Do you know where Victor usually appears?

There was a lot of noise on the other end of the phone, but Derek's voice was nowhere to be heard. There was a long silence.

"Boss! Why are you asking this? That guy's a madman! A living devil!"

"I only asked him where he usually goes," Li Ang said calmly.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"I...I heard..." Derek paused, "The Blue Parrot Club, that's the Rusty Gang's territory, in the Ninth Block."

"Boss, listen to me, they're not people we can mess with, boss, you..."

Before Derek could finish speaking, Li Ang hung up the phone.

He put his phone in his pocket and glanced at the deep night outside the window.

Sitting idly by a withered tree is not the best strategy.

The system is right.

......

Li Ang changed into the same outfit he had worn to the gym, leaving the black trench coat at the apartment.

I boarded the last bus heading west of the city.

The vehicle was empty except for a few homeless people who were unsteady on their feet.

Li Ang found a seat by the window and sat down, watching the street scene rushing past outside.

The bus braked suddenly.

The people in the carriage were all slumped over.

A drunken, fat man, unsteady on his feet, fell towards Li Ang.

Li Ang remained seated, motionless.

He stretched out a hand and supported the fat man's chest.

The massive body was caught by Li Ang with ease, as if he had hit a wall.

The fat man's drunkenness subsided a little. He looked down and glanced at Li Ang again.

He suddenly became somewhat sober; could a thin man catch him with one hand?

I've sobered up quite a bit.

The fat man scrambled back to the other end of the carriage, not daring to look in this direction again.

The other passengers in the carriage seemed oblivious to this little incident.

Li Ang withdrew his hand and continued looking out the window.

Strength 15.

This body is no longer within the realm of ordinary people.

We arrived at Block 9 quickly.

Many men with indifferent expressions and bulging waists stood on both sides of the street.

Li Ang got out of the car. There weren't as many homeless people anymore, but the difference was that there were crimson marks everywhere.

There are some holes in the walls.

They did not linger any longer.

He quickly found the blue parrot club.

Under the flashing neon sign stood two doormen in black suits.

[Kill threshold: Medium]

Li Ang did not go directly there.

He went into a 24-hour convenience store across the street, bought a bottle of water, and stood by the window, observing the club's entrance.

Cars kept stopping, and most of the people getting out were well-dressed.

He needed a reason to go in, an inconspicuous identity.

Just then, a young man dressed as a waiter walked out of the club's side door carrying an empty tray.

He leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and looked exhausted.

[Criterion for elimination: Low (being coerced by the Demonic Sect and owing a huge amount of spirit stones)]

Li Ang unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip of water, and walked over.

He stood in front of the waiter.

The waiter's eyes flashed with wariness when he saw Li Ang.

"What's up?"

Li Ang didn't say anything; he simply reached out and handed over several hundred dollars.

The waiter's pupils contracted.

"you......"

"Do you want it or not?" Li Ang's voice was very calm.

The waiter's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

Of course he wanted it.

He is desperately short of money right now.

"What would you like?" the waiter asked, knowing there was no such thing as a free lunch.

"Your clothes, and your tray," Li Ang said, pointing to his uniform.

The waiter immediately understood.

He glanced at the money in Li Ang's hand, then at the cheap uniform he was wearing.

He made a killing on this deal.

"good!"

Five minutes later.

Li Ang, still smelling of smoke in his waiter uniform, walked in through the side door of the club carrying an empty tray.

The club is much larger inside than it appears from the outside.

The music was deafening, and the people inside were clinking bottles together.

On the dance floor, countless girls were twisting and turning their bodies wildly.

Li Ang's gaze quickly swept across the entire room.

The cut-off line for people here generally hovers between "medium" and "low".

He carried the tray, trying his best to look like a real waiter.

He walked along the wall toward the bar.

His goal is to find Victor.

The bartender behind the bar glanced at him but didn't say anything, clearly mistaking him for a new colleague.

After all, part-time workers change several times a day.

Li Ang put down the tray, pretending to wipe the cups, but his ears were picking up on the conversations around him.

"Have you heard? The boss is in a bad mood today."

"Who angered him this time?"

"I don't know, but the boss's face was as black as the bottom of a pot."

"We searched for so long, but found nothing."

Li Ang's gaze fell upon the deepest corner of the club.

There was a booth separated by a red velvet curtain, with two tall bodyguards standing guard outside.

[Kill threshold: Medium]

That's it.

Li Ang picked up a bottle of the most expensive whiskey and two clean glasses from the bar and placed them on the tray.

He picked up the tray and walked towards the booth.

"stop."

One of the bodyguards reached out and stopped him.

"Mr. Victor gave instructions that no one is allowed to disturb us."

"The drink you ordered, sir." Li Ang said, his head bowed, his voice hoarse.

The bodyguard frowned and glanced at the expensive bottle of whiskey on the tray.

"Wait."

He turned around, lifted a corner of the curtain, and went in to report.

He came out quickly.

"Go in."

Li Ang carried the tray and stepped into the curtained area.

The light inside was dimmer, and most of the music was blocked out.

A man is slumped in a large sofa, with two women on either side of him, and he is embracing them.

It was Victor.

He wasn't wearing a mask, and his face was even more somber than Li Ang remembered.

Several documents were also on the table.

Li Ang placed the wine and glasses on the table and poured two glasses.

He did not leave immediately.

Victor looked up at the unfamiliar waiter.

"New here?" His voice was cold.

Li Ang did not answer.

"Dumb?" Victor placed the gun at his waist on the table.

"Get out."

Li Ang remained motionless.

Victor finally realized something was wrong.

"You've got some nerve," Victor said slowly. "You barged in here, weren't you afraid of dying?"

"I'm not here to deliver wine," Li Ang finally said.

"Oh?" Victor had already picked up the gun on the table and released the safety.

"You're stupid, you know that?"

"There are some places you shouldn't go, and some people you shouldn't meet."

Two bodyguards who were standing nearby also came in after hearing the commotion, with two guns pointed at Li Ang from behind.

He picked up the gun on the table, slowly raised the muzzle, and aimed it at Li Ang's forehead.

Li Ang stared at the dark muzzle of the gun without the slightest reaction.

This face is unfamiliar, but those eyes...

"I think..." Victor murmured to himself, "I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

He tried to search his memory.

A dimly lit, foul-smelling cannery.

That homeless man in the raincoat!

"It's you."