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

Li Ang hung up the phone.

He walked to the wardrobe and changed into the most inconspicuous gray tracksuit.

He tucked the silver-gray Beretta 92FS into his waistband.

He opened the door and went out.

……

The drunkards and drug addicts who used to roam the streets are nowhere to be seen.

I don't know who drove them away.

Li Ang drove the Dodge slowly into the parking lot.

On the street corner, several black SUVs were parked, their windows tinted dark, obscuring the interior.

Several men wearing tactical vests and communication headsets were leaning against the car smoking.

They were all holding automatic rifles.

Li Ang had no idea what models they were holding.

Their eyes, like those of eagles, scanned every moving object on the street.

Li Ang's car caught their attention.

A man raised his hand, making a stop gesture.

He simply maintained his original speed and drove past at a leisurely pace.

The men were looking at him.

Their hands were both on the safety of their guns.

Li Ang could feel at least three gun barrels aimed at his forehead and heart.

He might stop breathing at any moment.

One thing he's still unsure about is whether he can outrun a bullet.

The car drove past them.

No one fired a shot.

Li Ang's face was expressionless.

He didn't even glance at them.

The car stopped in front of the "Den of Jackals" bar.

This is Derek's current "headquarters".

The bar doors were tightly shut, and there were no guards at the entrance.

Li Ang got out of the car.

He walked toward the bar door.

It was the scorpion's scarred face.

When he saw Li Ang, it was as if he had seen a savior, and he quickly opened the door.

"Boss, you've finally arrived!"

The bar was packed with people.

Derek's men, Scorpion's men, and some street thugs who had just been recruited.

There were probably thirty or forty people.

Compared to the fully armed group opposite them, their group looked more like homeless people pulled from some junkyard.

Derek was pacing back and forth in front of the bar, looking restless.

Upon seeing Li Ang, he practically tumbled and crawled over.

He leaned close to Li Ang's ear: "Boss! They...they've sealed off the entire block!"

"Charlie's men?" Leon asked.

"Yes!" Derek nodded repeatedly. "It's that madman from the Iron Fist Gang!"

"They ask everyone they meet if they've seen Marcus's goods."

"A few of our brothers tried to sneak out the back door, but they got caught, and we don't know if they're alive or dead."

Li Ang walked to the bar and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

He took a sip, and the spicy liquid slid down his throat.

"What are they waiting for?" Li Ang asked.

"Wait...wait for Charlie..." Scorpion whispered in response.

"They say Boss Charlie will be here soon."

"He wants to come and ask us in person where the goods are."

Li Ang toyed with the wine glass in his hand, without saying a word.

Derek looked at him, his lips moved as if he wanted to ask what to do, but he didn't dare to speak.

He was afraid of hearing the worst possible answer.

"Hand us over?"

Someone whispered something in the crowd.

All eyes were on Li Ang.

Yes, handing them over might be the best option.

They were just the lowest scum of Ninth Street.

The Iron Fist Gang is the king of the east side of the city.

This is not even a contest of equal scale.

Derek also looked at Li Ang, his eyes filled with fear and pleading.

He doesn't want to die.

He has only just tasted the power.

Li Ang finished the last sip of wine in his glass.

He slammed the glass down on the bar, startling everyone.

"Do you want to live?"

Li Ang looked at them and asked calmly.

No one answered.

But their eyes said it all.

"Then shut up and stand up straight."

After he finished speaking, he pulled up a chair and sat down in the center of the bar.

Then, he closed his eyes.

The bar fell silent once again.

Time passed, second by second.

Outside the bar, the roar of car engines could be heard.

More than one.

There were more than a dozen vehicles.

Heavy footsteps came from all directions, completely enveloping the bar.

The people in the bar were on tenterhooks.

Derek's hands were trembling so badly he could barely hold the glass.

Only Li Ang remained seated there, motionless.

The bar door was kicked open.

Two men dressed in identical tactical gear walked in, carrying guns.

Behind them followed a man who was not tall, and even somewhat thin.

The man was wearing a clean white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing two arms covered in hideous scars.

He had a neat short haircut and a faint smile on his face.

His eyes were very bright, almost frighteningly so.

Charlie walked into the bar, his gaze sweeping across the crowd before finally settling on Li Ang, who was sitting in the very center.

He smiled but didn't say anything.

He walked to the bar, picked up a clean glass, and poured half a glass of milk.

He took a sip and then smacked his lips in satisfaction.

"Hmm, full-fat, not bad."

He turned around, leaned against the bar, and looked at Li Ang.

"I heard that Ninth District has a new boss?"

No one dared to answer.

Derek and Scorpion didn't even dare to look him in the eye.

"Is that you?"

Li Ang opened his eyes.

He looked at Charlie but didn't say anything.

"I like guys with guts," Charlie sneered. "My bunch of idiots told me there was some fearless Asian guy here."

"Looks like it's you."

He put down his milk glass and walked step by step toward Li Ang.

The two bodyguards behind him immediately raised their guns and aimed them at Li Ang's head.

Charlie walked up to Leon and stopped.

He spoke slowly, as if he were talking about everyday things: "You know what? Yesterday I ate a top-quality A5 Wagyu beef at that newly opened steakhouse in the west of the city."

"The texture, the marbling, it's simply a masterpiece of God."

"It melts in your mouth, and your mouth is filled with the taste of happiness."

He straightened up, looked at Li Ang, and his smile widened.

He sighed softly, as if savoring some exquisite delicacy.

"It's a pity, even the best food gets boring if you eat too much of it."

"Just like even the most beautiful woman, after sleeping with her for a while, she'll just look the same."

He abruptly changed the subject, his frighteningly bright eyes fixed intently on Li Ang.

The smile on his face vanished without a trace in that instant.

"So, where's the goods?"

Li Ang's face remained expressionless.

He didn't even look at the two dark gun barrels.

His gaze calmly met Charlie's.

"What kind of goods?" Li Ang asked casually.