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

Derek's hands, gripping the steering wheel, were covered in sweat.

He glanced at Li Ang furtively.

Li Ang leaned back in his seat, his eyes closed, as if he were asleep.

But Derek knew he didn't.

"Boss, I...I can't do it." Derek's voice was dry.

"Didn't you do very well at Parker Market before?" Li Ang asked without opening his eyes.

“That’s different,” Derek said. “That’s just selling things. They give me money, and I give them the goods.”

"Now, you want me to... to take charge of them."

"I don't have that ability."

Li Ang opened his eyes.

He looked at Derek.

"You don't have it, but the Ecstasy Pill does."

"You don't need to be capable, you just need to have the goods."

"And I have goods."

Li Ang tossed a black sports backpack onto the passenger seat.

The backpack was heavy. The zipper was slightly open, revealing that it was filled with white pills packaged in resealable bags.

Derek's breathing became rapid instantly.

"Are these... all for me?"

"That's not enough," Li Ang said. "This is just a deposit."

"I want the entire Ninth District to kneel down and beg you to give them the goods."

Derek's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He thought about the days he had spent living like a dog.

He was extorted by street thugs, chased by the police, and argued heatedly with someone over a few dozen yuan.

king.

It's too tempting.

"But...but they'll kill me."

"I'm your bodyguard," Li Ang said. "What are you afraid of?"

Derek glanced at Li Ang again.

"Boss, I'll do it!" Derek said through gritted teeth.

"Very good." Li Ang closed his eyes again. "Let's find a place first. We need a few obedient guys."

Derek started the car.

He's Leon's dog now, but he also wants to be the king of Ninth Street.

Derek knows Ninth Street very well.

He knew where there were homeless drug addicts and where there were small gangs that had just lost their leader and were now leaderless.

He drove to the vicinity of an abandoned basketball court.

In a corner of the stadium, several men were warming themselves around a gasoline drum by a fire.

They looked cold and hungry, their eyes numb.

"They're the ones," Derek said. "They're from Viper. Their boss got stabbed to death yesterday while fighting for territory."

"They're just a pack of unwanted stray dogs now."

Li Ang nodded.

"get off."

Derek opened the car door.

He imitated Li Ang, slinging the backpack full of Bliss Pills over his shoulder.

He could feel that everyone's eyes were on him.

It was filled with vigilance and ill intent.

"Hey buddy, you're not welcome here." A tall black man stood up, holding a steel pipe in his hand.

He glanced back at Li Ang in the car.

Li Ang simply looked at him quietly, without making any comment.

Derek knew he had no way out.

He cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound less shaky.

"My name is Derek, and I'm here to give you a chance to make a lot of money."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Those people all laughed.

The tall Black man walked up to Derek and slapped him in the face with a steel pipe.

"We don't need opportunities, we need money."

"Hand over everything you have, then get out."

Derek swallowed hard.

He unzipped his backpack, revealing white pills inside.

"I don't have money, but I have this."

The men's expressions changed when they saw what was in the backpack.

They were all addicts; they knew what this stuff was.

"You're a fucking drug dealer?" The tall black man frowned.

"This isn't any of those junk pills on the market," Derek mimicked Leon's tone. "This is called Elysium Pill. One pill will send you to heaven."

He took one out of his bag and handed it over.

"Try it for free."

The tall Black man stared at the pill, then looked at Derek.

A skinny man behind him couldn't resist any longer and snatched it away.

"Boss, who cares? Let's give it a try!"

Without thinking, the skinny man stuffed the pill into his mouth.

A few seconds later, his eyes widened suddenly, and his body began to convulse uncontrollably.

"Fuck...fuck! This is fucking God's blessing!"

The others were stunned.

"Is there anything else?" he asked Derek.

"Yes." Derek smiled, feeling a little more confident.

"But it's not for you."

The car door opened.

Li Ang got out of the car.

He walked over to Derek and stood in front of him.

"My goods are only for my people," Li Ang said calmly, looking at the tall black man.

"Your man?" The tall Black man sized Li Ang up and down. "And who the hell are you?"

Li Ang did not answer.

He simply reached out and grabbed the steel pipe from the black man's hand.

The Black man tried to pull the steel pipe back, but found it was as if it had been welded shut and wouldn't budge.

His expression changed.

"Let go!" he roared, clenching his other fist and slamming it into Li Ang's face.

Li Ang moved even faster.

He flicked his wrist.

The steel pipe struck the black man's knee from the opposite direction at an odd angle.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

The black man let out a scream and knelt down, clutching his legs.

Li Ang did not stop.

He kicked the black man in the face.

The tall Black man flew backward, crashing into the basketball hoop post, and then slid down like a lump of mud.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

The remaining few people were terrified.

Li Ang threw the steel pipe on the ground with a loud "clang".

"Now, he's your boss."

Li Ang pointed to Derek behind him.

"Anyone have a problem with that?"

No one speaks.

The skinny guy who had taken the medication was the first to react.

He scrambled over to Derek.

"Boss! Derek, boss! I'll follow you!"

"Just one more, please!"

Once one person takes the lead, the rest follow suit.

They surrounded Derek like a pack of dogs begging for their master's reward.

Derek was completely stunned by the sight before him.

He glanced at the tall man still groaning on the ground, then looked at Li Ang.

He finally understood what Li Ang meant when he said, "I am your bodyguard."

He is not a bodyguard.

He is God.

He is the god who decides everything here.

"Give them to them," Li Ang said.

Derek snapped out of his daze, his hands trembling, and took out a few more pills from his bag, distributing them to the men.

"Thank you, boss! Thank you, boss!"

"Boss, we'll listen to you from now on!"

Derek looked at these people who had tried to rob him just a second ago, but were now kneeling on the ground and kowtowing.

An unprecedented sense of power was growing wildly in his heart.

"Very good." Derek cleared his throat, trying to imitate Leon's tone.

"From today onwards, you are mine."

"Now, come with me, we still have a lot to do."

Derek, along with his five newly recruited followers, left the basketball court in a grand procession.

[Quest: Establishing the Demonic Sect (In Progress)]

[Progress: 5/10]

Li Ang followed at the very back, like an inconspicuous shadow.