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

Li Ang looked at him, his eyes calm and still.

"You don't need to look anymore."

Jamal is dead.

Mike's tall frame swayed slightly.

He managed to stay upright by holding onto the wall beside him.

Catherine let out a short gasp and rushed forward to support him.

"Li...you...what did you say?"

Mike's voice seemed to come from another world, hollow and ethereal.

"He went to see Marcus."

Li Ang's voice was calm and even, as if he were stating an insignificant fact.

"He killed Marcus, and he also killed all the members of the street jackals in the bar."

"And he himself... was shot several times."

Mike suddenly looked up, as if trying to find even the slightest trace of lying on that face.

But he failed.

Li Ang's face was like ancient ice.

"No...it's impossible..."

Mike muttered to himself, "Jamael...he doesn't have a gun..."

"He has it."

Li Ang said, "He took the gun from a gunman he had killed."

"When the police arrived, the gun was still in his hand."

Catherine hugged Mike, tears silently streaming down her face.

She didn't know how to comfort her lover.

What happened that night was beyond the comprehension of an ordinary college student like her.

Why...?

Mike's voice was filled with pain, "Why did he do this...?"

"Perhaps he just wants to prove that he's not a loser."

Li Ang said calmly.

"Perhaps he wants to clear the obstacles for you in his own way."

"Perhaps he's just tired."

Every word Li Ang uttered was like a small hammer.

It gently tapped on Mike's heart, which was on the verge of breaking.

He didn't give Mike time to think or question.

"The police have dealt with the scene and classified it as a gang fight involving infighting."

Jamal's actions were defined as a desperate act of revenge.

"But we know he isn't."

Li Ang walked up to Mike and looked him in the eyes.

"In your heart, he is a hero, and that's enough."

hero.

That word struck Mike like an electric shock.

He recalled the venomous look in his brother's eyes when he left.

I also recalled his harsh words.

He couldn't understand it, he just couldn't understand it at all.

But he preferred to believe what Li Ang said.

He preferred to believe that his younger brother had achieved self-redemption in the most tragic way.

Instead of rotting away in some dirty corner like an addict.

Mike covered his face, his tall body trembling violently.

Suppressed sobs escaped from between his fingers.

Catherine held him and cried with him.

Li Ang watched them silently, then turned and went into the bedroom.

He left the space to the grieving couple.

[Quest: Pure Lotus in a Turbid World (Stage 1), Completed]

[Judgment: The inner demons of the key figure in the cause and effect, Mike Williams, have been eliminated, and his Dao heart has been rebuilt. Although Qinglian has suffered damage, his foundation is not destroyed.]

[Rewards: +10 free attribute points, +200 magic points]

Li Ang sat on the edge of the bed and opened the attribute panel.

[Host: Li Ang]

[Attributes: Spirit 21, Constitution 15, Strength 15, Agility 15]

[Skills: Photographic Memory, Profound Martial Arts (Beginner)]

[Freely Allocable Attribute Points: 10]

[Magic Points: 360]

He distributed the attribute points evenly among the other attributes.

[Successfully increased. Current stats: Spirit: 22, Constitution: 18, Strength: 18, Agility: 18]

The spirit was only slightly ignited.

This time, he felt an improvement from the inside out; Li Ang could clearly see the lines and textures on his muscles.

The muscle tissue in my arms is increasing rapidly, and my brain seems to be becoming more agile.

I took a short break.

He began to review the entire incident.

From meeting Mike, to getting to know Jamal, to last night's gunfight.

Finally, the massacre took place in the bar.

He killed Jamal, but packaged him as a tragic hero.

A hero who sought revenge for his brother and ultimately perished alongside his enemy.

This story is old-fashioned, but it's the medicine Mike needs most.

He needs a reason to hate, and he also needs a reason to live.

Now, Li Ang has given him both of these reasons.

As for the truth?

In places like this, the truth is the least valuable thing.

Li Ang glanced at his magic points.

360 points.

He opened the redemption list.

[Eloquent Tongue (Beginner): Consumes 400 Magic Points. Your words will become more persuasive and deceptive.]

40 points to go.

Li Ang's gaze moved downwards and landed on another skill.

[Immune to All Poisons (Beginner): Consumes 800 Magic Points. Your body will develop basic resistance to most common toxins, including but not limited to neurotoxins, biological toxins, and... erysipelas.]

This skill seems more practical.

Whether it's to deal with the ubiquitous substandard drugs in this world.

It's necessary, both for the sake of refining higher-level pills in the future.

He did not exchange it immediately.

He needs to wait for a more suitable opportunity.

My phone vibrated; it was Victor calling.

Li Ang walked to the window, pulled back a corner of the curtain, and answered the phone.

"Did you do this?"

Victor's voice carried a hint of undisguised shock.

"What?"

Li Ang pretended not to know.

"Ninth Block! Street wolves!"

"Marcus and all his core members were wiped out overnight!"

"Blood was flowing like a river in the bar; the police said it was a gang fight."

"But the scene was too clean, abnormally clean!"

Victor practically yelled it out.

His scouts told him that at least twenty people had died in the bar.

But apart from the bodies of Marcus and his men, no survivors were found at the scene.

There were no eyewitnesses at the scene.

Everyone says it's Marcus's enemy who's come back for revenge.

In the end, he perished along with them.

Victor didn't believe it.

The first person he thought of was Li Ang.

"Yeah?"

Li Ang said calmly, "That's really good news."

"..."

Victor remained silent on the other end of the phone.

He felt as if he were facing not a person, but a monster in human skin.

"Now, Block Nine has become a vacuum."

Victor lowered his voice, "A lot of people are eyeing that piece of meat."

"I want that place."

Li Ang's answer was simple and direct.

"you want?"

Victor was stunned. "What do you have to offer? You don't even have a single subordinate!"

"It will be available soon."

Li Ang hung up the phone and didn't waste any more words with him.

He dialed Derek's number.

"Boss!"

Derek's voice was as obsequious as ever, even tinged with a hint of fear.

He couldn't contact any of the seven people on the list today.

He had a bad feeling.

"Who controls Block Nine now?"

Li Ang asked.

"No... no one in the world, boss."

Derek stammered, "That fat Marcus and all his men were dead last night!"

"Right now, it's complete chaos!"

"very good."

Li Ang said, "From today onwards, I want you to fill the entire Ninth Street with your goods."

"What?"

Derek thought he misheard. "Boss, that place is full of mad dogs fighting over territory."

"If I go in, I'll be torn to pieces!"

"Then let them become your customers too."

Li Ang's voice turned cold.

"No one can resist the Ecstasy Pill, can they?"

"Give them a free trial and get them addicted."

"Make them fight to the death with others for your goods."

"Use my goods to control them, make them your dogs."

Derek, on the other end of the line, broke out in a cold sweat.

He could almost see a bloody scene.

"I need money, and I need influence."

Li Ang continued, "Ninth Street is our first territory."

"It's all taken care of. From now on, you'll be in charge of all the goods in Seattle."

These words, like the devil's temptation, pierced Derek's heart.

He recalled the times he had been bullied and extorted by those gang members.

He recalled the days when he was like a dog, peddling those substandard drugs on the street.

A crazy idea took root in his mind.

"I'll do it!"

Derek gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words.

"Boss, I need goods, a lot of goods!"

I will give it to you.

Li Ang hung up the phone and looked out at the gray sky.