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

"Oh shit......"

He muttered another curse under his breath.

At least those villains never concealed their greed and malice.

They will tell you, "I want your life, I want your magic weapon."

Instead of giving you a bowl of porridge and then calculating how much money you can sell the parts of your body for.

Li Ang gasped. The ability to remember everything he saw was too good, almost too good!

These materials are now lingering in his mind.

Every name, every number, every life that was disposed of as an asset was branded into his memory.

But he knew it was no use.

He walked to the window and looked at the city awakening in the morning light.

The rules here are even more bizarre than he imagined.

The demonic path kills for treasure, for cultivation, and for greater power.

The "demonic path" here kills people simply to replace a part.

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

The phone rang for a long time before being answered, with loud music and Derek's indistinct voice coming from the other end.

Who is it?

"I."

The music on Derek's end immediately went down, leaving only his obsequious yet slightly fearful voice.

"Boss! It's you! What can I do for you?"

"Do you still want the goods?" Li Ang asked.

"Yes! Of course I want it! Boss, you have no idea, my clients are driving me crazy!"

"They said they'd die if they didn't get their hands on your goods soon!"

Derek's voice was full of longing.

How many clients do you have?

"There are more than twenty people who regularly purchase goods, and some others who do it sporadically, making a total of about fifty people!" Derek reported a number.

"That's too little," Li Ang said.

"Huh?" Derek was stunned.

"Find a way to sell more goods."

"Boss, this...this is a bit difficult." Derek looked troubled. "Parker's market is only so big, and there are too many competitors..."

"Then go rob them," Li Ang interrupted him. "Their goods are garbage, but what you have is an elixir of immortality."

"Use your brain and think about what to do."

Derek remained silent on the other end of the line.

"I need money, lots of money," Li Ang continued. "The more people you have, the more you earn, and the more I earn."

"You also want to earn more money."

These words struck a nerve with Derek.

"I'll do it!" Derek said through gritted teeth. "A hundred it is! It's just taking territory, isn't it?"

"Very good," Li Ang said. "I will give you the goods, the price will remain the same, but I need you to do one more thing for me."

"Boss, please speak!"

"Help me find out about someone."

"Who?"

"Carlo Falcone".

On the other end of the phone, Derek's gasp was clearly audible.

"Boss...why...why are you asking about him?"

"That's none of your business," Li Ang casually made up.

Derek knew who Carlo was, but dared not ask any more questions, fearing that Li Ang might cut off the goods.

"I need to know everything about him, his background, his enemies, and what he's been up to lately."

"Boss, this...this will kill people!" Derek's voice trembled.

"I'll double the price for you," Li Ang said.

Derek fell silent again.

"Will you do it or not?"

"...Damn it!" Derek squeezed out the word through gritted teeth.

Li Ang hung up the phone.

He needed an intelligence network, and Derek, a local strongman who mingled at the very bottom, was the best tentacle.

He picked up his phone again and dialed Jerome's number.

"Li?" Jerome's voice sounded somewhat tired.

"It's me, Anna. How are you?"

"Still the same as always," Jerome sighed, "but you're in much better spirits. You even painted a picture yesterday, saying you wanted to give it to me."

Li Ang remained silent for a while.

"I'll go over there later."

"Okay, okay!" Jerome replied repeatedly.

Li Ang changed his clothes, took some money, and left the apartment.

Inside the RV, Anna was sitting at a small table drawing when she saw Li Ang, and her eyes lit up.

"plum!"

She held up the painting in her hand, which depicted a man in a black trench coat holding the hand of a little girl in a princess dress.

"This is for you."

Li Ang took the painting and looked at the crooked lines on it.

"Thanks."

Jerome walked in from outside, carrying a plastic bag filled with bread.

"Brother, you've arrived." He smiled when he saw Li Ang.

Li Ang nodded and glanced at the top of Anna's head.

[Cutoff threshold: Low (Congenital heart defect, life force continuously declining)]

The words were even dimmer than before.

Li Ang took a wad of cash out of his pocket and placed it on the table.

"Brother, this..."

"To treat Anna's illness," Li Ang said. "Also, I need you to continue to gather information for me."

Jerome looked at the thick wad of money and didn't refuse anymore.

"you say."

"The church," Li Ang said.

"I need to know if they've been doing anything special for charity lately."

Jerome was taken aback; he didn't understand why Leon had suddenly become interested in the church.

But he didn't ask any further questions.

"Okay, I'll go ask around."

"Be careful," Li Ang cautioned. "Don't get spotted."

"I see."

Li Ang stayed with Anna for a while longer, until the little girl fell asleep on the table.

He then got up and left.

Stepping out of the RV, Li Ang looked up at the hazy sky where the sun was about to set.

He's going to the gym.

In the gym, Mike was still sweating profusely.

"Hey, Lee! You've finally arrived!" Mike greeted him warmly when he saw him.

"Working chest today, want to lend a hand?"

"it is good."

The two arrived at the bench press rack.

Mike lay down, and Li Ang helped him lift the 120-kilogram barbell.

Mike began the nomination process.

But Li Ang noticed that the "low" line above his head seemed to have changed again.

[Kill threshold: Low (A pure lotus in a turbid world, untouched by dust, is also a sign of impending doom; abandoned by its own kind, it will soon perish)]

"What's wrong, Li?" Mike sat up after finishing a set and saw Li Ang staring blankly.

"It's nothing." Li Ang shook his head. "Have you run into any trouble lately?"

"Trouble?" Mike paused for a moment, then laughed, "No, I'm perfectly fine."

"Work is going well, and my relationship with Catherine is also very good."

After saying that, Mike pushed the barbell up, finished the last one, stood up and scratched his head.

When he mentioned his girlfriend, he kept chuckling to himself.

"She told me last week that she got an internship at a law firm."

"That's the best law firm in all of Seattle! Once she graduates, we can..."

Mike is still enthusiastically planning his famous future.

[Intersection detected between the host and a key causal figure]

[New Mission Released: Pure Lotus in a Turbid World]

[Mission Details: In the Demon Realm, Qinglian is an anomaly, not tolerated by the filth. Her friend, Mike Williams, is considered a traitor by his own people because of his unconventional actions.]

Mission objective: Rescue Mike Williams

[Task Rewards: +5 free attribute points, +100 mana points]

After glancing at the system's tasks, Li Ang looked at Mike.

In this demonic land, being a good person seems more dangerous than being a villain.

"Lee? Lee?" Mike's voice pulled him back to reality.

"Why are you spacing out again? Are you too tired?"

"A little," Li Ang said.

"Okay, then you should get some rest." Mike patted him on the shoulder.