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

She glanced at Mike but didn't ask any more questions.

Li Ang got off the treadmill and wiped his sweat with a towel.

The news from the gym and the intelligence about Jerome connected in Li Ang's mind.

Victor didn't just transfer the warehouse staff; he put on a show.

A minor conflict is the perfect excuse.

This guy is more ruthless and smarter than I imagined.

He not only had to guard against his own boss, but also against the watchful eyes of other members of the gang.

Li Ang returned to the apartment and took out the brass key from under the bed.

He looked at the number "42" on the key.

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

The system is right.

Waiting will only complicate matters further.

He needs a fire, a fire that can draw everyone's attention.

Li Ang stood on the street and glanced at the new contact "V" on his phone.

The phone rang three times before being answered.

"explain."

Victor's voice sounded tired and a little impatient.

"I found the key," Li Ang said calmly.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

It took Victor a full five seconds to speak.

"Where?"

"A pawnshop," Li Ang said casually. "A black man pawned it to get alcohol before he died."

This statement is reasonable.

Victor didn't suspect anything.

"Do you have the key now?"

"It's in my hands."

"Great," Victor said eagerly, "I'll go get it now."

"No," Li Ang refused.

"What do you mean?" Victor's tone instantly turned cold.

"Your men have been watching me near the warehouse all day," Li Ang said calmly. "I don't like being watched."

Victor fell silent again.

"That was just a misunderstanding," he explained.

"I don't care if it's a misunderstanding or not," Li Ang said. "An hour later, at the coffee shop on 13th Street."

"You came alone."

"If I see anyone who shouldn't be there, you will lose this key forever."

He did not give Victor any chance to ask questions.

He changed into clean clothes, put the key in his inside pocket, and left the apartment.

Dreamless Cafe.

There weren't many customers inside at that time.

He ordered a black coffee and waited quietly.

Fifty minutes later, the door to the cafe was pushed open.

Victor walked in alone.

He spotted Li Ang in the corner at a glance.

Victor walked straight over and sat down opposite Li Ang.

"Where's the key?" he asked bluntly.

Li Ang didn't say anything, but picked up his coffee and took a sip.

"My men searched for so long, and you found them in a day?" Victor stared at him.

"Your people are useless," Li Ang said, putting down his coffee cup. "That doesn't mean I am too."

Victor's face darkened.

"Don't try anything funny with me." He reached behind his waist. "You know what will happen."

Li Ang looked at him and suddenly smiled.

He took the brass key out of his pocket and gently placed it on the table.

Victor's eyes widened.

His gaze was fixed on the key.

that's it.

He searched for countless days and nights, losing several of his men, all for this key.

Now, it appears so easily in front of me.

Victor reached out his hand, wanting to take it.

Li Ang's finger pressed against the key.

"Sixty-four split." Li Ang looked at him. "I get six, you get four."

"Say it again?" Victor gripped the gun handle.

"I said, I'll take six, you take four," Li Ang repeated, his tone unchanged. "I'll be responsible for getting the stuff, and you'll be responsible for handling the aftermath. It's fair."

Victor scoffed, "I'll kill you right now, and the key will still be mine."

Just as he finished speaking, he pulled out a gun from his waist.

But Li Ang didn't give him time to react, grabbing him and pressing his arm down firmly.

"You think you can kill me?" Leon looked at Victor, who was still struggling.

Victor tried to break free, but found Li Ang's size to be astonishing.

This is not the kind of strength a normal man should have!

Victor quickly stopped struggling.

"You won," he uttered through gritted teeth.

Li Ang loosened his grip and took out the pistol from his waist.

He fiddled with the Glock 17 in his hand; the plastic felt very light, like a toy.

He removed the magazine, glanced at it, and saw that it was full.

Pulling the slide, a bright yellow bullet jumped out of the ejection port and landed on the table.

Li Ang's movements were very skillful, not at all like someone handling a gun for the first time.

He placed the empty gun and magazine separately on the table and pushed them in front of Victor.

"Your gun."

Victor looked at the gun and magazine on the table, then at Li Ang.

The other person's face was expressionless.

He could not only easily take away my weapon, but also return it to me nonchalantly afterward.

Because he didn't care about the gun at all.

Victor remained silent, putting away his gun and magazine and tucking them back into his waistband.

"Now, we can talk." Li Ang sat down again, as if nothing had happened.

"How do you want to cooperate?" Victor's voice was a little hoarse.

"It's very simple," Li Ang said. "I need that warehouse to be completely clean at a certain point in time."

"Without you, without the Rust Gang, there are no eyes."

"That's impossible," Victor immediately rejected. "That warehouse is now a key target for the gang's surveillance. If my men leave, the boss's men will immediately take their place."

"That's your problem," Li Ang said, looking at him. "You're a smart man; you always find a way."

"Or, what if another fire breaks out?"

Victor stared intently at Li Ang; he knew what had happened not long ago.

Are you threatening me?

"No." Li Ang had already sat down again, picked up his coffee, and took another sip.

Victor looked at Li Ang without saying a word for a long time.

Of course he knew what had happened in the recent merger.

That was a play he directed and starred in himself.

The goal was to divert the boss's informants away from the warehouse area and gradually plant their own people inside.

As for those people, he had already dealt with them thoroughly.

"What do you want to do?" Victor finally asked.

"It's simple," Li Ang said. "Just do that kind of fire again."

"An even bigger show than last time."

"We need to divert everyone's attention away from the east of the city."

"Easy for you to say," Victor sneered. "A second time? Do you think the boss is a fool?"

"I've already used the same excuse last time. If I use it again, he'll suspect me first."

"Then let's use a different excuse," Li Ang said.

"What excuse?"

"Gang feud," Li Ang uttered four words.

"The Golden Rust Gang must have more than one enemy in this city, right?" Li Ang asked, looking at him.

"Find a suitable opponent and create a big enough commotion," Li Ang said. "A bloody conflict is always more eye-catching than some painless internal friction."

"At that point, everyone's attention will be drawn to the vendetta; who will care about an abandoned warehouse?"

As Victor listened to Li Ang's plan, a cold sweat broke out on his back.