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

Overnight, the Jackal Gang was removed from the Ninth District, and this information was instantly known to other gangs that had previously been eyeing it covetously.

Victor called early the next morning.

"Oh God, did you do this?"

"What?" Li Ang replied softly.

"Ninth Street! The Jackal Gang!" Victor became increasingly agitated as he spoke. "Marcus and his entire gang, gone overnight!"

"They all say it's a gang fight, but it was the Jackal Gang members who died."

Li Ang did not answer, but listened to Victor's detailed explanation.

"Now, Block Nine has become a vacuum, and many people are eyeing this lucrative opportunity."

After listening to Victor, Li Ang didn't reply and hung up the phone.

But as soon as I put down my phone, a new task appeared.

[New Mission Released: The Initial Establishment of the Demonic Sect]

[Mission Objective: On this chaotic demonic land, establish a sect as your foundation, recruit over ten disciples, all of whom will serve you as their master, and wield half the power over the nine streets, thus regulating their undercurrents.]

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

The Demonic Sect?

Li Ang looked at the task and his lips twitched.

Do these guys in the Ninth District, who fight tooth and nail over some powder and territory, even deserve to be called the Demonic Sect?

In the world of cultivation, even the lowest-ranking servants have more style than them.

However, the rewards are very generous.

Li Ang dialed Derek's number.

"Boss!" Derek's voice was as obsequious as ever.

"Do you know about what happened in Block Nine?" Li Ang asked.

"I know, 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. "Come to my place, I'll show you something."

Half an hour later, Derek drove his old, secondhand Toyota and parked it downstairs at the apartment building.

"Boss..."

"Get in the car, you drive." Li Ang got into the passenger seat.

"Where to?"

"Ninth Street".

Upon hearing "Ninth Street," Derek's face turned pale as he asked, "Boss, it's not safe over there now."

"Drive." Li Ang didn't offer any further explanation.

Derek didn't dare ask any more questions, stepped on the gas, and drove toward Ninth Street.

All the shops along the street had their roller shutters tightly shut.

There were hardly any pedestrians on the street, only a few men with unfriendly expressions gathered at the street corner, warily looking around.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out from an alley not far away.

Derek, in the driver's seat, instinctively lowered his head in fright.

"Keep driving." Li Ang didn't even glance in that direction.

The car drove forward for another two blocks.

They saw two groups confronting each other on the street.

They were all holding baseball bats and machetes.

The two groups of black people said something they shouldn't have, and one of the black men on the other side picked up a steel pipe and swung it at them.

The young Black man fell to the ground, clutching his head and screaming in agony.

A chaotic battle erupted instantly.

Fists, sticks, knives.

The two groups have already started fighting.

There is no method, no skill.

A man wearing a red hoodie was hit on the back of the head with a wrench.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream before his body fell straight down.

Blood seeped from his hair, staining a small patch on the dirty ground.

The scene before him made Derek want to avoid it.

"Drive over there," Li Ang ordered.

Derek's palms were sweaty. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and forced himself to drive past the chaotic crowd.

Outside the car window, a man was hit hard on the back with a baseball bat and fell forward.

Another person, wielding a machete, chopped down on the leg of the person who had fallen to the ground.

"Boss, what are we here for?" Derek glanced at Li Ang beside him.

Leon didn't answer, so Derek could only keep wandering around.

The car continued driving forward.

Small-scale conflicts are unfolding on every street corner.

Such scenes are common in the Ninth Street area.

Leon had Derek park the car across from a neighborhood park.

In the park, two groups were also facing off.

But they didn't take any action.

They are negotiating.

A fat man wearing a gold chain and a thin man with a face full of tattoos.

They were the leaders of two small gangs in the neighborhood.

"This land is mine now," said the fat man with the gold chain.

"Why should I?" the tattooed skinny man retorted. "Marcus is dead, this is no man's land."

"Because I have more men than you." The fat man with the gold chain pointed to the dozen or so armed men behind him.

The skinny guy with the tattoo looked terrible; there were only seven or eight people on his side.

"We can cooperate," the skinny tattooed man tried to negotiate. "We can split the territory in half."

"Cooperation?" The fat man with the gold chain laughed. "Why would I cooperate with you?"

"I can take them all."

The skinny tattooed man gripped the knife tightly in his hand.

"It seems there's no room for negotiation."

"Go!" the fat man with the gold chain ordered.

Another bloody brawl unfolded on the park's lawn.

Derek didn't understand why Leon had brought him here.

"Boss, I..."

"What did you see?" Li Ang interrupted him.

"Chaos, violence, death," Derek said.

"Anything else?"

Derek remained silent.

"I saw an opportunity," Derek finally said.

Li Ang nodded.

"What do these people need?"

"What can you give them?" Li Ang pressed.

Derek gripped the steering wheel with one hand and pointed to himself with the other.

"I?"

"Boss, what can I offer them..." Derek, after being prompted by Leon for a while, suddenly realized, "Boss, you wouldn't be thinking of..."

Li Ang picked up where he left off and continued, "The Pill of Bliss."

"It can make them forget the pain during the fight."

"It also allows them to find a moment of pleasure when there is no fighting."

Leon looked at Derek as if he were looking at a student who had just begun to understand.

"very good."

"But boss, they don't have any money," Derek said, voicing the most crucial question.

"They are very poor now. Marcus is dead, and their supply has been cut off."

"Then let them exchange it for something else," Li Ang said.

"What is it?"

"Their lives."

Leon looked at Derek, who felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at.

"Boss... what kind of 'body industry' are you trying to get into? Or are you just having them donate blood to earn money to buy our goods?"

He didn't understand why Li Ang wanted their lives.

Li Ang shook his head, looking at Derek's foolish appearance.

"They used their loyalty, their fists, their lives, to get everything they wanted."

"I want you to cover the entire Ninth District with Elysium Pills."

"Get them under control, understand?"

Derek was horrified.

He never imagined things would develop to this point.

He always thought of himself as just a medicine seller.

Now, Li Ang wants him to become a gang leader.

"I'm just a small-time drug dealer, they won't listen to me."

"They will," Li Ang said.

"Once they've tasted the elixir of bliss, they'll kneel before you like dogs, begging you to give them another one."

"When the time comes, they will do whatever you ask them to do."

Leon looked at Derek.

"Didn't you want to make a lot of money?"

"Don't you want to escape your current life?"

"This is an opportunity, isn't it?"