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

Li Ang's gaze fell on the person curled up on the ground.

[The Cutoff Line: On the Brink of Death (Still in shock, utterly terrified)]

Victor looked at the man, then at Li Ang.

"Li, we need to get out of here quickly, the police could appear at any moment..."

"What's the rush?"

Li Ang interrupted him.

He walked up to the man and squatted down.

The man was badly beaten; Scorpion and his men clearly showed no mercy. His face was covered in bruises, and one of his eyes was swollen shut.

He saw Li Ang squatting in front of him, his body trembling violently uncontrollably.

"Who...who are you?" The man's voice was slurred and frothy with blood. "Do you know whose people I work for? My boss is..."

"Snapped!"

Li Ang slapped him across the face.

The man's words came to an abrupt halt.

"Now, I'll ask, and you'll answer." Li Ang's voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

"I...I won't say anything!" the man said stubbornly, trying to show his backbone.

Li Ang remained silent.

He reached out, grabbed one of the man's fingers, and snapped it off.

"ah!!!"

The man let out a piercing scream, and his whole body began to tremble violently.

Derek and Scorpion's gang of thugs watched the man's miserable state on the ground, something Scorpion was already used to.

Victor frowned; he found this street interrogation method too inefficient and too noisy.

"I'll ask you one more time." Li Ang released his grip. "Who sent you?"

The man's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

He couldn't understand why this seemingly weak Asian man had such great strength.

"It's...it's the Snake Eyes Gang..." The man finally broke down.

"The Snake Eyes Gang?"

Li Ang looked at the scorpion.

Scorpion quickly stepped forward and explained in a low voice, "Boss, it's a small gang in the tenth district. The boss is called Theodore, and they only have about a dozen or twenty men under them. They usually do petty theft and other low-level business, nothing respectable."

Li Ang nodded.

"What did he send you here for?"

"I... our boss heard that the Ninth District has changed hands, and the Jackal Gang disappeared overnight," the man said haltingly. "He... he just wants to know what exactly happened here, and who has such a large-scale operation."

"So, you followed me here?"

"Yes...yes." The man nodded repeatedly. "I saw your convoy enter the dock, and then came here, so I...I just wanted to see what you were up to..."

"What did you see?" Li Ang asked.

"I...I didn't see anything!" the man hurriedly explained.

"Did you tell anyone else what you saw?"

"No! Absolutely not!" The man shook his head vigorously.

Li Ang looked at him without saying a word.

This is just a minor character sent out to scout ahead, a pawn on the chessboard of gang warfare, not even qualified to be cannon fodder.

He knows nothing.

I know nothing about Charlie, nothing about arms, and even less about those damned documents.

He simply appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time and saw things he shouldn't have seen.

Victor walked over and lowered his voice: "Lee, he's telling the truth. There's no point in keeping a small fry alive, but killing him might provoke the Snake Eyes Gang. It's a minor problem, but right now..."

Li Ang ignored them.

He simply stared silently at the man on the ground.

"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"

"I won't tell anyone! I swear!"

"I can do things for you! I can join you! I'm smarter than any of them!"

He pointed at Derek's thugs, trying to prove his worth.

Li Ang's face remained expressionless.

He stood up.

This simple action abruptly silenced the man on the ground's desperate pleas for mercy.

All eyes were on him.

He slowly raised his hand and reached out to the man curled up on the ground.

"No...don't..."

The last glimmer of hope in the man's eyes made him want to struggle and retreat.

Li Ang's hand landed on the man's head, his five fingers clenched.

"Click."

The man's body suddenly stiffened.

His eyes, which had been wide with fear, instantly lost all their luster.

It turned grayish-white and cloudy.

Li Ang released his grip.

The man's body, like a pile of boneless mud, slid softly to the ground.

There was no more sound.

The group of thugs Derek brought were all deathly pale.

They had seen dead people.

I've also witnessed murder.

But they had never seen anyone crush another person's skull with their bare hands, as easily as crushing a walnut.

He looked at Li Ang's hand, which hung by his side without a single drop of blood on it, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

Victor frowned, and couldn't help but wonder if this Asian was even human.

The power that Li Ang displayed made him uneasy.

This power was beyond his comprehension.

He bent down, tore a piece of cloth from the corpse's clothes, and slowly wiped his fingers.

Even though there was nothing on his hands at all.

"Scorpion."

Li Ang spoke, breaking the deathly silence.

"Boss."

The scorpion shuddered and quickly stepped forward, lowering its head.

He dared not look Li Ang in the eye again.

"Get rid of it."

Li Ang threw the cloth on the ground and said calmly.

"Yes, boss."

Scorpion immediately called to his few relatively calm confidants.

"What the hell are you standing there for? Find something to pack him up and take him away!"

The thugs snapped out of their daze and frantically grabbed a black plastic garbage bag, stuffing the barely recognizable corpse into it.

"Victor."

Li Ang then looked at Victor.

"plum."

"Snake Eyes Gang," Li Ang said, only uttering three words.

Victor understood immediately.

"A nobody gang, entrenched at the border of the 10th and 11th blocks," Victor said quickly.

"They don't have much fighting ability; their main source of income is extorting small businesses in the vicinity."

Victor paused, then added.

"When the Jackal Gang was still around, they had to pay Marcus a protection fee every year."

"Now that Marcus is dead, they probably feel they have an opportunity."

"Or perhaps, they're afraid."

Li Ang nodded.

He looked at Derek.

Derek was still reeling from the shock he had just experienced; his face was pale and his lips were trembling.

"Derek."

"Boss!" Derek almost knelt down.

"What do you think should be done about this?" Li Ang asked.

"Handle...handle?"

Derek's mind went blank.

He didn't know if Li Ang meant disposing of the corpse or dealing with the Snake Eyes gang.

"Boss...I...I'll do as you say!"

Li Ang looked at his useless appearance and said nothing.

He turned around and walked out of the warehouse.

"I don't want to hear the name Snake Eyes Gang again before dawn."

His voice drifted in the cold air.

The person has already left the warehouse.

Derek, Scorpion, and Victor all stood there, stunned.

I don't want to hear the name "Snake Eyes Gang" again before dawn.

The meaning of this sentence couldn't be clearer.

This is to... wipe out the Snake Eyes Gang.

"Fuck..." Derek muttered to himself, "Just for a spy like this?"

Victor glanced at him, looking at him as if he were an idiot.

"You think he killed that spy simply because the spy saw something he shouldn't have?"

Victor sneered.

"He's making an example of someone."

"Kill them to show us, and kill them to show your bunch of useless men."

"Now, he wants us to wipe out the Snake Eyes Gang, which is for the same reason."

Victor pointed outside the warehouse in the direction where Leon had disappeared.

"What he wants is an attitude."

"An attitude of absolute obedience and no hesitation."

"He wants everyone to know who's in charge in Ninth District now."

"Anyone who dares to reach out their hand, no matter who they are, will only meet the same fate."

Victor's words silenced both Derek and Scorpion.

They finally understood.

This new boss is unlike any of the bosses they've ever met before.

He disregards rules, shows no leniency, and even disregards personal interests.

He only talks about obedience and death.

"But... although the Snake Eyes Gang is a small fry, they still have a dozen or twenty members, and they have guns," Scorpion said hesitantly.

"We only have this many people left..."

He only has seven or eight capable fighters under his command.

Derek's side consisted of a group of newly recruited street thugs who had barely seen blood.

In total, there are only about thirty people.

Moreover, people are not united.

Let them fight another gang, and on their own turf.

This is no different from sending someone to their death.

"Manpower?" Victor glanced at his watch. "It's two in the morning."

"There are still four hours until dawn."

"That's enough."

He walked up to Derek.

"Haven't you always wanted your bunch of useless underlings to see some blood?"

"Now, the opportunity has come."

"Take your men with you, and go with the Scorpion's men."

Victor patted Derek on the shoulder.

"The boss is watching us."

"If this matter isn't handled well, none of the three of us will have an easy time."

Derek shuddered.

He glanced at Scorpion, then at his trembling subordinates behind him.

He gritted his teeth.

"Let's do it!"

……

Li Ang sat in the Dodge.

He could see Derek and Scorpion gathering their men at the warehouse entrance.

He opened the system panel.

From the perspective of [Kill Line], the light above the heads of the group of people at the warehouse entrance is undergoing subtle changes.

Derek, [Deacon of the Demonic Sect], Kill Line: Medium (Ambition grows, outwardly fierce but inwardly weak).

Scorpion, [Guardian of the Demonic Sect], Kill Threshold: Medium (Still feeling lingering fear, caught in a dilemma).

Their social value is being forcibly elevated because of this impending massacre.

Within the new "Demon Gate" system built by Li Ang, they are transforming from cannon fodder who can be eliminated by the rules at any time into "assets" with a certain value.

This is what Li Ang wanted.

What he needs is not a mob.

Rather, it was an army that could truly serve him, an army that could plunder and kill for him.

Even though this army is still very weak and immature.

Li Ang leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

He neither gave orders nor supervised the operation.

He gave them tasks, pressure, and opportunities.

As for whether they can seize it, and to what extent they can achieve it.

That depends on their own fate.

......

Three o'clock in the morning.

An abandoned bowling alley at the intersection of 10th and 11th blocks.

This is the Snake Eyes Gang's stronghold.

The bowling alley doors were closed, but the inside was brightly lit, and one could faintly hear loud music and women's laughter.

Theodore, the leader of the Snake Eyes gang, was embracing a scantily clad woman while playing cards with several of his core members.

He's in a great mood today.

The Jackals gang in the Ninth District was wiped out overnight, and their leader, Marcus, died under mysterious circumstances.

This was fantastic news for him.

This means he will never have to pay that damn protection fee to the Jackal Gang again.

He could even take advantage of the chaos in Ninth Street to sneak over and make some money.

"Boss, the spies we sent out haven't returned yet," one of his men reminded him.

"What's the rush?" Theodore exhaled a smoke ring. "It's a complete mess over there. Let him watch for a while longer."

"Maybe we can even snag some bargains."

He pinched the woman's buttocks in his arms, eliciting a burst of giggles.

"Once we've figured out the situation, we'll go over there and take over Marcus's old strip club."

"That place is a den of iniquity."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The people at the card table all let out lewd laughter.

Just then.

"Bang!"

The bowling alley door was kicked open from the outside.

The loud noise startled everyone.

The music stopped abruptly.

Theodore suddenly stood up, and the woman in his arms screamed and dodged to the side.

"Who the hell..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw more than a dozen dark figures, guns in hand, rush in.

They were given absolutely no time to react.

"Da da da da da!"

A barrage of gunfire instantly echoed throughout the bowling alley.

Leading the charge were Scorpion and his trusted henchmen.

What they had in their hands were automatic weapons that they had previously seized from Marcus.

Although I'm not very proficient at it yet, I can still fire at stationary targets without any problems.

Bullets rained down on the still-stunned Snake Eyes gang members.

Blood blossoms instantly bloomed among the crowd.

Screams, screams, and the sound of bullets scattering wood chips from tables and chairs mingled together.

"Enemy attack! Damn it! Grab your guns!"

Theodore screamed in terror and scrambled behind a thick gambling table.

Several of his men also tried to grab the gun that was placed in the corner.

But as soon as they made a move, they were riddled with bullets by intense firepower.

The whole process took less than thirty seconds.

In the bowling alley, apart from Theodore and his terrified confidant, everyone who was standing was lying in a pool of blood.

The gunfire stopped.

Scorpion, carrying a gun, walked in step by step.

Derek followed behind with his equally terrified gang.

Looking at the corpses and blood all over the ground, many of them couldn't help but bend over and vomit.

Derek also felt a churning in his stomach, but he forced himself to endure it.

He knew the boss was watching.

"Theodore, come out." Scorpion walked up to the gambling table and tapped the surface with the muzzle of his gun.

There was no sound from behind the gambling table.

"I'll count to three."

"one."

"two."

"Don't shoot! I'm coming out!"

Theodore raised his hands and stood up shakily from behind the gambling table.

His face had lost its earlier arrogance, leaving only endless fear.

He couldn't understand who he had offended.

Why would the other party use this method to deal with a nobody like him?

This isn't a gang fight! This is a one-sided massacre!

The few broken pistols he had were child's play compared to that kind of firepower!

Derek walked up.

He looked at the Snake Eyes gang leader, whom he used to look up to, now kneeling on the ground like a dog.

An unprecedented feeling called "power" was growing wildly in his heart.

He imitated Li Ang, walked up to Theodore, and squatted down.

"You sent someone to Ninth Street?" Derek asked.

His voice trembled slightly with excitement, but he tried to appear calm.

"I...I just...just wanted to see what was happening over there..." Theodore explained incoherently.

"Snapped!"

Derek slapped him across the face.

"Now, I'll ask the questions, and you'll answer."

Derek uttered the phrase he had just learned.