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

Charlie's smile remained unchanged.

He just tilted his head, as if he hadn't heard clearly.

"What did you say?"

The two bodyguards behind him already had their fingers on the trigger.

Li Ang leaned back in his chair, his posture unchanged.

He looked at Charlie and repeated it.

"What kind of goods?"

Charlie's smile suddenly widened.

Instead of getting angry, he burst into laughter.

He laughed and clapped.

"Hahaha! This is hilarious, so hilarious!"

His laughter echoed through the quiet bar.

The burly men behind him, armed with guns, had no expression on their faces, like a group of emotionless machines.

But Derek and Scorpion's gang in the bar were terrified, their faces turning pale.

They had all heard the rumors about Charlie.

The louder this madman laughs, the more cruel he is about to do.

Charlie finally stopped laughing.

He walked up to Li Ang, bent down, and whispered in Li Ang's ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Will you ask me again?"

His voice was soft, with a hint of laughter, but the chill it carried could penetrate to the bone.

Li Ang did not move.

He didn't even turn his head.

He continued to look into Charlie's eyes.

I asked, "What kind of goods?"

He repeated it.

This time, Charlie didn't laugh.

He straightened up and stared at Li Ang quietly for a full ten seconds.

"Bang!"

Without warning, Charlie slammed his fist on the table next to Leon.

The people in the bar were so frightened that they took a step back.

Only Li Ang remained seated in that chair, not even blinking.

"Marcus took a five million dollar deposit from me," Charlie said coldly. "He promised me a shipment of weapons, enough to blow this damn neighborhood to smithereens."

"Now, Marcus is dead."

"My money, my goods, are all gone."

Charlie pointed to the trembling thugs around him.

"They were all Marcus's former dogs."

"Now, they are your dogs."

Charlie's gaze returned to Leon's face.

"So, I'm asking you, where are my goods?"

Li Ang finally showed some reaction.

He shifted to a more comfortable position, leaning back in his chair.

"Your goods are lost, and your money is gone."

Leon looked at Charlie and spoke slowly.

"This is your problem, not mine."

As soon as he said that, the two bodyguards behind Charlie immediately released the safety on their guns.

With just a glance from Charlie, they would riddle Leon with bullets.

"My question?"

Charlie seemed to have heard something unbelievable.

Yes, that's your question.

Li Ang met his gaze, his tone remaining completely calm.

"You found a stupid business partner who not only failed to close your deal but also got himself killed."

"You sent a bunch of useless men who have searched for so long and haven't found a single hair."

"Now you come to my territory and ask me where your goods are." Leon paused. "Mr. Charlie, don't you think you're the one who's joking?"

The skill of "eloquent tongue" was activated at this moment.

He did not deny, defend, or beg for mercy.

He simply laid the facts bare on the table.

Furthermore, they attributed the root of all the problems to Charlie himself.

It's your incompetence.

Your subordinates are all useless.

Charlie's eyes were fixed on Leon.

Scorpion and Derek were barely able to stand.

They thought Li Ang must have gone mad.

These people would shoot them into pieces with rifles.

"I can help you find that shipment," Li Ang said, changing the subject.

Everyone was stunned.

Including Charlie.

"you?"

Charlie's eyes were filled with suspicion.

"Do you know where that shipment is?"

"I don't know," Li Ang answered decisively.

"So you're fucking messing with me?" Charlie's patience had clearly reached its limit.

"I don't know, but I can find it."

Li Ang stood up and looked Charlie in the eye for the first time.

"Marcus is dead, and all his men are dead."

"Those who knew where that shipment was are all now corpses."

"Your men searched the Ninth Block from top to bottom, but they couldn't find a single clue."

"Because all they know is violence; they have no brains."

Li Ang walked up to Charlie, so close that he could almost feel Charlie's breath.

"And I do."

"What gives you the right?" Charlie asked.

"Because I killed Marcus."

Li Ang said.

This statement is more impactful than all the previous statements combined.

Derek almost fell to the ground.

My boss, how could you say something like that in front of people?!

And was Marcus actually killed by Leon?

"You killed him?"

"He's trying to take over my territory," Li Ang replied simply and directly.

"So I killed him, and his unruly dogs."

"Now, Ninth Street is mine."

Charlie looked at him and suddenly smiled again.

"Hahaha! It was you!"

"I knew it! How could that good-for-nothing Marcus possibly have caused such a scene!"

"Interesting, very interesting!"

He patted Li Ang on the shoulder with a force as strong as an iron clamp.

"I'm starting to like you, kid."

He then changed the subject.

"Since you killed the person, you must also know where that shipment is, right?"

"I have no idea."

Li Ang shook his head again.

"But I can find it."

"If I kill him, I can find all the traces he left behind."

"This is my major."

Charlie's smile faded as he glanced at Li Ang's calm demeanor.

"I'll give you seven days," Charlie said. "Deliver my goods to me intact within three days."

"If I don't see my goods in three days..."

"I'll turn you, and all the trash behind you, into 'steaks.'"

After Charlie finished speaking, he turned and left.

"etc."

Li Ang called out to him.

Charlie turned around and raised an eyebrow.

"What? You think it's too short?"

"No."

Li Ang said.

"I can help you find the goods, sure."

"But the conditions need to be changed."

Charlie narrowed his eyes.

"What do you want?"

"First, find the goods. I want one million, but not as a service fee."

"It's a deposit."

"Secondly, starting today, we will take control of the business in the Ninth Block."

Leon looked at Charlie and said, word by word.

"This is what cooperation should be."

Charlie did not immediately get angry after hearing this.

He simply watched Li Ang quietly, his expression shifting unpredictably.

Inside the bar, everyone held their breath.

They thought this Asian man must have gone completely insane.

They actually dared to bargain with Iron Fist Charlie.

Moreover, they offered such outrageous conditions.

"Kid, do you know who you're talking to?" Charlie said, somewhat annoyed.

Li Ang said calmly, "I know."

"Five million in arms is no small sum."

"Losing this shipment, I'm sure your supplier won't let you off easy, right?"

"You need to find it more than I do."