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

"Let's go."

Li Ang released his grip and turned to walk towards the other end of the block.

Jack didn't ask where they were going; he just silently followed behind.

About Jack, and about the system that just issued the mission and then inexplicably went silent.

He walked along the street at a leisurely pace.

Jack followed behind him, about three steps away.

He surveyed his surroundings, his eyes wary.

But most of the attention was focused on the black figure in front of them.

The two crossed several blocks.

The surrounding scenery gradually became familiar.

Li Ang stopped at a crossroads.

This is the place where he first met Ryan Powell.

The man who lost everything and ended up homeless because his Dodge Challenger was stolen.

Li Ang gave him some money so he could start over.

He wanted to see how the man was doing.

After all, if Li Ang hadn't "borrowed" his Dodge, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

The streets were deserted, even fewer people than the last time I came.

In addition to the sour stench of garbage and urine, there was also a faint, almost imperceptible, smell of blood in the air.

He followed the faint scent of blood and walked toward the corner where Ryan was, the one he remembered.

He saw it before he even got close.

A few people were gathered there, pointing and gesturing.

Their faces bore a strange expression that was a mixture of fear and excitement.

Li Ang pushed through the crowd and went inside.

Then he saw Ryan Powell.

Or rather, he is part of Ryan Powell.

He had more than a dozen fatal stab wounds to his chest and abdomen.

And his head was gone.

Li Ang's gaze slowly moved upwards.

He saw Ryan, who was hoisted high into the air and stuck in the nearby trash can.

The surface was covered with a sticky, semi-transparent dark red substance, like solidified syrup.

Some small white dots were wriggling on the "syrup".

It looks like a candied apple.

Jack followed, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but frown.

He instinctively reached his hand towards his lower back.

That was where he used to carry his pistol.

"Fuck..." he uttered through gritted teeth.

Li Ang remained silent.

He just stared at Ryan quietly.

Looking at Ryan's eyes, wide open with extreme fear and pain.

Those eyes were staring straight at him.

In Li Ang's mind, he saw Ryan's ecstatic, hopeful face when he received the money.

"Thank you! God! Thank you!"

"I have hope again! I can start over!"

Li Ang slowly raised his hand and touched his neck.

His face remained expressionless.

But Jack could sense an instinct spreading around Li Ang.

"Li..." Jack said in a low voice.

Li Ang ignored him and looked at his hands.

Good deed?

This is what they call a good deed?

For the first time, Li Ang's perception of his past began to waver.

In the world of cultivation, he kills, steals treasures, and wipes out entire families.

He never hesitated.

Because that is the law of the demonic path.

The law of the jungle prevails; it's only natural.

But if we come back here, do we still have to abide by this cannibalistic "rule"?

The "demonic path" of this world is even more absurd and ruthless than that of the cultivation world.

[Task Issued: Refining]

[Mission Objective: Find two "of the same kind" and refine them (0/2)]

[Task Rewards: 400 Magic Points, 3 Free Attribute Points]

A series of system notification sounds appeared in Li Ang's mind.

Refining?

similar?

Li Ang's gaze slowly shifted from Ryan's head and swept over the surrounding crowd of onlookers once more.

He saw that most of the people in the crowd had dim "endangered" or "low" markings above their heads.

They are the backdrop of this cruel world, dust that can be wiped out by the rules at any time.

But two people stood out from the crowd.

They stood at the edge of the crowd, their faces bearing a satisfied, morbid excitement.

One of them was whispering something to his companion, boasting about it.

"See? I told you, that guy definitely has money on him."

"You fucking went way too far, stabbing me over a dozen times, and my head is still..."

"Oh, David will love this gift!"

"We deserve this money."

Their conversation reached Li Ang's ears clearly.

[Target for Refinement: Lesser Demon]

[The Cutoff Line: On the Verge of Collapse (Entangled in Sin)]

The system marked their heads with bright red markers.

So this is what "the same kind" means.

It doesn't refer to cultivation level or strength.

Rather, it refers to the "demon" who lives by plundering others, under the same cannibalistic rules.

He started walking towards the two people.

Jack was taken aback when he saw Li Ang's actions.

"Li, where are you going?"

Li Ang did not answer.

The two men who were talking also noticed Li Ang walking straight towards them.

They stopped talking and looked at him warily.

"Oh, it's a yellow-skinned monkey. What's the matter?" one of the men, whose face was covered in freckles, said menacingly.

Li Ang stopped in front of them.

"The money on him is mine," Li Ang said calmly.

The two men exchanged a glance and then burst into laughter.

They were emboldened and fearless.

Because they knew that the police wouldn't risk offending two local white men over the death of a homeless man.

Moreover, there is no evidence whatsoever.

Li Ang remained silent.

He simply reached out his hand, one step ahead of the other before either of them could react.

Before anyone could react, he had already moved close to the freckled man.

He simply extended his right hand and gently placed it on the freckled man's neck.

The freckled man's body suddenly stiffened.

The fierce look on his face froze instantly.

The sparkle in his eyes faded rapidly, almost unnoticed.

The switchblade in his hand clattered to the ground.

His body, like a limp mass of boneless mud, slid softly to the ground.

[Refining successful (1/2)]

The system notification sounded in Li Ang's mind.

A faint, almost imperceptible warm current flowed from his palm into his body.

The other tall, thin man was completely dumbfounded.

His mouth was wide open, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

What did he see?

His companion was just like that, bumped into.

And then, he died?

There was no struggle, no screams.

Like a robot whose power has been cut off, all life activities instantly cease.

"Oh, David! This is the devil!"

He let out a scream that sounded inhuman and turned to run away.

It also happened in an instant.

Li Ang then came up to him and grabbed him by the neck.

His feet kicked wildly on the ground, and his hands futilely clutched at his neck.

His face turned a deep purplish-red.

"Heh...heh..."

He wanted to beg for mercy, to cry for help, but only a whistling sound came out of his throat.

A few seconds later.

His body went limp.

[Refining successful (2/2)]

[Mission Completed: Refining]

[Rewards: 400 Magic Points, 3 Free Attribute Points]

The onlookers were all pale-faced and their lips trembled.

They looked at the two corpses lying on the ground, then at Li Ang, who stood silently.

They didn't know what had happened.

But none of them left.

They all seemed to be plotting how to sell these two still-warm items for a "high price".

Li Ang opened the system panel.

[Host: Li Ang]

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

[Skills: Photographic Memory, Martial Arts Profound Understanding (Beginner), Eloquent Tongue (Beginner), Ever-Changing Skills (Beginner)]

[Freely Allocable Attribute Points: 14]

[Magic Points: 1260]

Looking at the Magic Points column, I finally reached the four-digit number.

[Exchangeable: Immortal Magic Without a Trace (1000 Magic Points)]

There is no proof of divine magic.