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

Li Ang parked his car in an abandoned industrial area in the south of the city.

This place was once the pride of Seattle, but now only rusty steel skeletons and overgrown factories remain.

He needs to test his limits.

[Host: Li Ang]

[Attributes: Spirit 22, Constitution 23, Strength 18, Agility 23]

His spiritual elevation made him incredibly perceptive of his surroundings.

He could hear the footsteps of a wild cat chasing a mouse a hundred meters away.

You can also smell the unique odor of rust and dust mixed in the air.

Li Ang walked to an abandoned car dismantling yard.

He saw a flattened car frame and picked it up casually.

It's very light.

He felt as if he were lifting a backpack full of books.

He threw the frame of the car out.

The heavy metal flew through the air in an arc before crashing into a pile of garbage more than ten meters away with a loud bang.

He walked up to a rusted I-beam.

This steel beam is at least as thick as a water bucket.

Li Ang took a deep breath and gripped both ends of the steel beam with both hands.

He began to exert his strength.

The muscles in his arms bulged out like granite blocks.

The I-beam, strong enough to support a small factory, was in his hands.

He slowly, little by little, twisted it into a pretzel.

Li Ang released his grip, looking at his masterpiece with a blank expression.

He has already tested the strength.

Next up is Agile.

He moved his hands and feet slightly, creating a series of afterimages in the air.

Li Ang started running.

His figure moved swiftly through the abandoned factory buildings, like a gray lightning bolt.

Before the rubble beneath his feet could even fly up, he was already dozens of meters away.

He charged toward a three-meter-high wall without slowing down at all.

Just before he was about to crash, he pushed off the wall with his right foot.

Using the momentum, the body is lifted into the air, and the left foot uses the wall for leverage again.

He was like a falcon breaking free from gravity, easily scaling the wall.

It landed silently.

He didn't even feel tired at all.

His physical strength also made his endurance reach superhuman levels.

Li Ang stopped.

He stood on an empty concrete ground and closed his eyes.

He could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong.

With each heartbeat, warm blood is pumped to every corner of the body.

Muscle fibers are being reorganized on a microscopic scale, becoming tougher and more explosive.

Li Ang clenched his fist.

He opened his eyes and walked towards the exit of the industrial zone.

He wasn't driving.

He wanted to take a walk.

……

Night was falling.

Li Ang was walking on the road back to the city.

He saw a homeless man sitting on a bench by the roadside, staring blankly at a dim street lamp.

He was a middle-aged white man with greasy hair, a stubble beard, and wearing a relatively clean jacket.

Beside him was a dilapidated cart, piled high with bottles, jars, and other odds and ends he had collected.

Li Ang walked past him.

Hey buddy.

Suddenly, the homeless man called out to him.

Li Ang stopped and looked back at him.

"Can I have a cigarette?" the homeless man asked, a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"I don't smoke," Li Ang said.

"Fine," the homeless man said, lowering his head in disappointment.

He fumbled in his pocket for a while and pulled out a flattened cigarette box.

He pulled out a crumpled cigarette butt and put it in his mouth.

He has no fire.

He just held the cigarette in his mouth, as if he was savoring something.

"Do you know?" the homeless man suddenly spoke again, as if talking to himself.

"I wasn't like this before."

Li Ang didn't leave; he stood there, listening quietly.

"I used to have a job, a house, and a great car."

The homeless man's eyes became somewhat unfocused, as if he were recalling something pleasant.

"It's a Dodge, a bit old, but I've kept it in very good condition."

"I drive it to work at the dock every day, and after get off work I pick up my girlfriend."

"We were originally planning to get married."

Li Ang's gaze fell on the head of the homeless man.

[Target: Ryan Powell]

[Criterion for elimination: Critically endangered (body intact, but starving)]

"And then?" Li Ang asked.

"And then?" The homeless man gave a bitter laugh. "Then, my car was stolen."

"Right downstairs in my apartment building, some damn bastard stole my car."

"I called the police, but they just took a statement and told me to go home and wait for news."

"I waited for three days, but there was no news."

"I don't have a car, so I can't go to work at the dock. I live too far from the dock."

"A week later, I was laid off."

The homeless man's voice became somewhat hoarse.

"Without a job, I couldn't afford the rent and was quickly evicted by the landlord."

My girlfriend, she left me too.

"She said she couldn't be with a man who couldn't even support himself."

The homeless man lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly.

"Just because of a beat-up car."

"Just because of a damn thief."

"I have lost everything."

He looked up at Li Ang, his eyes bloodshot.

"Do you think this is fair?"

"That's just how the world is," Li Ang said calmly.

"Yes, that's it." The homeless man chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"Without my car, without my job, without my house, I've become a useless piece of trash."

"Anyone can step on me."

"Those coworkers who used to call me brothers now avoid me whenever they see me."

"They think I'll ask them for money."

Li Ang looked at him quietly without saying a word.

He remembered that Dodge.

Is this the owner of that car?

Could it be that this world is just a series of coincidences?

Even a small stone you casually toss can kill a butterfly thousands of miles away.

He just found it ironic that someone could be reduced to such a state simply because they lost a car.

Every drink and every bite is a consequence of cause and effect.

"Dude, you look really strong," the homeless man suddenly said, sizing up Li Ang.

"It's a real shame that someone in your body isn't working as a bricklayer on a construction site."

Li Ang: "..."

"How about coming with me to collect bottles?" the homeless man invited. "We won't earn much, but at least we won't starve."

"I know all the bottles in this area well."

Li Ang took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out a few Franklins, and handed them to the homeless man.

"Take it."

The homeless man was stunned.

He looked at the few green banknotes, then at Li Ang.

"What...what are you doing?"

"Don't you need money?"

"I..." The homeless man didn't answer. "I just want to talk to someone."

"I don't need your charity."

Li Ang stuffed the money into the pocket of his dirty coat.

"This is not charity."

"You deserve it."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left without looking back.

The homeless man stared at the several hundred dollars in his hand, then at Li Ang's departing figure, and stood there dumbfounded.

He didn't understand why he "deserved" this money.

He chased after him.

Hey buddy! What's your name?

Li Ang did not answer; his figure quickly disappeared into the darkness at the street corner.

The homeless man stood there, clutching the few banknotes that were still warm from his body, and remained motionless for a long time.

He decided that tomorrow he would buy a clean set of clothes and then go to a barbershop to shave his hair and beard.

He needs to find a new job.

He felt that there might still be hope for his life.

He didn't see it.

In the alley not far behind him, two men dressed in black sportswear were quietly watching him.

Their eyes fell on the thick wad of banknotes in his pocket.