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

The scorpion's face turned very pale.

He glanced back at his men.

Those people avoided his gaze, and none of them dared to meet his eyes.

"It seems you're not very popular," Li Ang said.

"What the hell do you want?!" the scorpion roared in anger.

"Bang!"

Another gunshot rang out.

This time, the bullet hit the floor near the scorpion's feet.

The scorpion shuddered and instinctively took a half-step back.

"I don't want to do anything," Li Ang said. "It's your friend who wants to talk business with you."

All eyes were on Derek.

Derek felt his legs going weak.

He wanted to hide behind Li Ang, but he knew he couldn't.

He looked at the scorpion, then at Li Ang.

Derek felt a surge of excitement deep down.

He cleared his throat.

"Scorpion, my boss is asking you, are we still going to discuss the business?"

Derek tried hard to make his voice sound like the real thing.

Scorpion didn't answer; he just stared at Li Ang.

He knew that the person who was truly in charge today was this Asian man who looked like a student.

"How do you want to talk?" Scorpion asked Li Ang.

"He's the one who calls the shots," Leon said, pointing at Derek.

Scorpion's gaze returned to Derek.

Derek felt a chill run down his spine from his gaze.

"From today onwards, I'm in charge of Ninth Street." Derek mustered his courage and uttered the words Leon had taught him.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The scorpion burst into laughter as if it had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"You? A drug addict selling mud balls?"

"And those good-for-nothings behind you?"

The skinny guys behind Derek were emboldened by Li Ang, but since the other side had a large number of people, they couldn't really retaliate.

"It seems you still haven't thought it through."

Li Ang raised his gun and aimed it at the henchman closest to him on Scorpion's left.

The thug was so frightened that he dropped the machete he was holding.

"No...don't kill me..."

"I'll give you three seconds." Li Ang looked at the scorpion. "One."

The scorpion's laughter stopped abruptly.

The entire bar fell silent instantly.

"two."

Li Ang's finger was already on the trigger.

A chilling killing intent enveloped the entire bar.

Cold sweat beaded on the scorpion's forehead.

He could tell that the other person wasn't joking.

He really does know how to shoot.

"Wait!" Scorpion stared at Li Ang and asked, word by word.

"What do you want?"

"It's simple," Derek replied, feeling himself gradually adapting to the role.

"You, and all your people, we'll get rich together from now on."

The scorpion fell silent.

He looked at Li Ang, then at Derek, who was swaggering in front of him.

To let a drug addict ride on your head?

This is worse than killing him.

But he didn't want to die.

"Why should I believe you?" the scorpion asked.

"Just because of this."

Derek pulled a handful of Elysium pills from his backpack and threw them on the table.

Derek mimicked Leon's tone, "As long as you agree, we'll supply all the goods for the entire Ninth District from now on."

"The price is 30% cheaper than what you get from Mexico."

Scorpion didn't speak; he just stared at the pills on the table.

He's a businessman; he knows what this means.

This means a monopoly.

This means he can crush all the other small-time drug dealers.

It means countless banknotes.

He picked one up and examined it closely.

Looking at this mud-ball-like thing, he was curious about what kind of magic it possessed.

He held it under his nose and smelled it; the strange fragrance invigorated him.

"How can I guarantee you won't stab me in the back?" Scorpion asked one last question.

He needs a guarantee.

Even if it's just verbal.

"You have no right to make guarantees," Li Ang said. "Now, you have two choices."

"First, bring your people and let them be his dogs, and we'll make money together."

"Second, I'll kill you right now, and then make your men his dogs."

Li Ang aimed his gun at Scorpion's forehead again.

The scorpion's face changed from red to white, and then from white to green.

He had no doubt that if he said "no," his head would explode like a rotten watermelon in the next second.

He glanced at his men.

Not one of those people dared to stand up and speak for him.

The scorpion understood.

That Asian guy is right.

These people won't take bullets for him.

If he dies, they will not hesitate to kneel before that drug addict named Derek and be his dog.

Because that means they can survive and continue to make money.

The scorpion closed its eyes.

He felt as if his dignity had been trampled on, but life was more important than dignity.

"I choose one."

When he uttered those three words, he felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body.

Derek looked at the scorpion in front of him, the man who had been so arrogant just a moment ago, trying to trample him into the mud.

He could no longer contain his excitement.

He straightened his back and looked at the scorpion.

"very good."

Derek said, "From today onwards, you are my deputy."

The scorpion didn't speak, it just nodded.

Li Ang lowered his gun.

He walked over to Derek and patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm leaving this to you."

Li Ang glanced at the corpse on the ground.

"Remember to handle this properly; you should have the 'channels' for it, right?"

After Li Ang finished speaking, Derek paused for a moment and nodded. Seeing Derek nod, Li Ang walked out of the bar.

Derek stared at Li Ang's retreating figure, his eyes filled with awe and fervor.

Li Ang stepped outside the bar; the air outside was a bit chilly.

"The weather is getting colder and colder."

He looked up at the sky.

I wonder how many more people will die in this cold winter, how many neighborhoods will freeze to death on the streets, unable to afford food or warm clothes. These are not things that Li Ang should worry about. But now that he is in this area, he has witnessed far too many horrific things. Li Ang himself doesn't know if he is going crazy.

While Li Ang was still thinking, the system's task panel popped up.

[Mission: Establishing the Demonic Sect]

[Progress: 10/10]

[Task Completed]

[Rewards: +5 free attribute points, +100 magic points]

Li Ang opened the system panel.

[Host: Li Ang]

[Attributes: Spirit: 22, Constitution: 18, Strength: 18, Agility: 18]

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

[Freely Allocable Attribute Points: 5]

[Magic Points: 460]

He needs more strength to consolidate his position and more money to do many things.

Without thinking too much, I put all my attribute points into Constitution.

[Increase successful. Current constitution level: 23]

When Li Ang increased his physique to over 20 points in one go, he could feel some incredible changes within his body.

He couldn't explain it. Unlike cultivating immortality, this wasn't a gradual improvement, but rather an indescribable power surging into his body in an instant.

Unlike the point in terms of mental attributes, he didn't feel anything special when his mental attribute reached 20 points.

However, the difference in physical constitution is quite obvious.