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

As Li Ang stepped out of the coffee shop, a cold wind blew into his collar.

The pedestrians, vehicles, and GG license plates around him all turned into flowing blocks of color in his eyes.

His brain is working at an unprecedented speed.

Alex.

"Ever-changing".

Li Ang has tested the effect of this skill countless times.

It is neither optical invisibility nor physical disappearance.

But Alex saw through it easily.

It wasn't the kind of accidental, fleeting discovery.

Rather, it is a clear, direct, and unobstructed "seeing".

It's as if Li Ang didn't use any skills at all.

This is not normal.

He remembered the strange blank space above Alex's head.

There is no "endangered", no "low", no "medium", and no "high".

There was nothing there.

It's as if this person exists outside the rules of the "kill line".

Is there a system error?

Or is it that there are "anomalies" in this world that even the system cannot fully analyze?

For the first time, Li Ang's brows furrowed tightly because of the system.

He is the only extraordinary one.

But Alex's appearance shook his belief.

What exactly is this man?

Or is he another "system person" like him?

Li Ang denied the latter guess.

He didn't sense any kind of human presence in Alex.

"The kill threshold..."

Alex's immediate reaction upon hearing that word was absolutely genuine.

What does he know?

Li Ang did not stay where he was; he continued walking forward along the street.

He needs to verify something.

He needs more information to piece together a complete picture of this world.

Alex was an accident, a huge variable.

But right now, he doesn't have time to delve into this variable.

He walked through several blocks, and the surroundings were subtly changing.

The dilapidated graffiti wall has been transformed into a smooth glass curtain wall.

The sour smell of urine in the air was replaced by a mixture of high-end perfumes and coffee.

He arrived in Seattle's financial district.

This is the heart of the city.

It is also at the top of the food chain under the "kill line" rule.

The pedestrians on the street were all dressed in suits and ties, walking hurriedly.

Above their heads, most of them had green letters indicating "Medium" or "High" flashing on them.

These people are the beneficiaries of the rules.

Any one of them, if thrown into Ninth Street, would be someone Derek and Scorpion would have to look up to.

But in Li Ang's eyes, they were just another form of "prey".

A group of fatter, and more dangerous prey.

Li Ang's gaze swept over a man who had just walked out of the bank.

[Kill threshold: High (Blinded by lust for power, insatiably greedy)]

He glanced at a woman sitting in the back of a Rolls-Royce, talking on the phone.

[Kill threshold: High (ruthless and vicious)]

A barely perceptible smile curved the corners of Li Ang's lips.

This is the real "Demon Land".

Those areas in the Ninth District can only be considered barren pastures for raising inferior demons.

This place is a true primeval jungle.

It was teeming with apex predators disguised as humans, who preyed on their prey.

He was pondering how to tear the first piece of flesh from these "big guys".

"squeak!"

The screeching sound of tires shattered the tranquility of the street.

A black Lincoln Navigator, like a wild beast out of control, suddenly veered onto the sidewalk.

Its target was a middle-aged man who was about to cross the street.

The man was dressed in an expensive handmade suit and wore gold-rimmed glasses, looking quite refined.

He seemed completely oblivious to the impending danger, still looking down at the documents in his hands.

The surrounding pedestrians screamed in terror and scattered in all directions.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

The front of the Lincoln Navigator was less than two meters away from the man.

The next second, a bloody tragedy unfolded.

Li Ang's body reacted before his brain did.

He did not go to save the man.

His gaze was fixed firmly on the black Lincoln.

[The kill threshold: critical (Mission failure means certain death)]

In the driver's seat was a young man with a deathly pale face and a crazed look in his eyes.

His hands were covered with needle marks.

A tool driven by drugs and money, used and discarded.

And on the head of the man in the suit who was about to be hit and killed.

[Kill threshold: ???]

A series of question marks made Li Ang's pupils shrink sharply.

This was the second time he had encountered this situation.

The first time was with Iron Fist Charlie.

This means that this man's value is so high that the system cannot give an accurate assessment immediately.

The interests and causal relationships involved behind him are far beyond imagination.

Just then, a system notification sounded in his mind.

[Unexpected Mission Issued: An Unexpected "Benefactor"]

[Mission Description: On the path of cultivation in the "Demonic Path," sometimes a living "benefactor" is far more valuable than a cold corpse; he will open a door to a new world for you.]

[Mission Objective: Ensure the survival of the target, Martin Campbell.]

[Task Rewards: +5 Free Attribute Points, +1000 Magic Points]

Martin Campbell.

A benefactor?

The gateway to a new world?

Li Ang's gaze instantly sharpened.

The system's response confirmed his judgment.

This man cannot die.

At least, not now.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

In Li Ang's view, the front of the Lincoln Navigator was getting closer and closer to Martin's body, frame by frame.

The screams of the surrounding pedestrians became indistinct background noise.

Li Ang made a move.

The ground beneath his feet sank slightly.

He transformed into a blur that was difficult to detect with the naked eye, instantly traversing a distance of more than ten meters.

He did not push Martin away.

That would be too conspicuous and make too much noise.

He simply reached out and gently pressed the side of the speeding Lincoln Navigator.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud bang.

That three-ton full-size SUV was like being hit by an invisible giant hammer.

The car suddenly jolted, its forward momentum coming to an abrupt halt.

The immense inertia caused the front of the car to turn ninety degrees instantly.

The car slid sideways, grazed Martin's body, and crashed heavily into a fire hydrant on the side of the road.

"boom!"

The fire hydrant was broken off at the base.

A jet of water gushed out, drenching the already deformed Lincoln car completely.

The entire process took less than a second.

By the time those around them realized what was happening, it was already over.

Martin Campbell was still looking down at his documents, completely unaware that he had just narrowly escaped death.

He only looked up blankly when the cold water splashed on his face.

He saw the wrecked Lincoln, the towering water column, and the terrified faces around him.

His face turned deathly pale instantly.

Li Ang had already returned to his original spot and disappeared back into the crowd.

He was like a ghost watching the play he had directed, his face expressionless.

[Mission Complete: An Unexpected "Benefactor"]

[Rewards: +5 Free Attribute Points, +1000 Magic Points]

【Causal Investigation: Consumes Magic Points to investigate the key causal relationships of the target character. Note: The higher the value of the target, the more Magic Points are consumed.】

Li Ang did not immediately check out the new features.

His gaze fell on the man named Martin.

After his initial panic, Martin quickly calmed down.

He didn't look at the wrecked car, nor did he care about the driver whose fate was unknown.

His first reaction was to take out his phone and dial a number.

"I'm in trouble." His voice was terrifyingly calm. "Plan B has failed. Activate Plan C immediately."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Then, he raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding crowd like that of a hawk.

He's looking for someone.

He was looking for the person who had saved him.

He knew that what had just happened was definitely not an accident.

That car was targeting him.

And the car's final, bizarre turn was by no means a coincidence.

Someone intervened in secret and saved him.

His gaze finally settled on Li Ang.

Despite Li Ang using [Thousand Transformations], Martin's gaze seemed to pierce through the fog of cognition, accurately locking onto him.

Li Ang felt a slight chill.

Another person who can see through the ever-changing nature of things?

No.

wrong.

Li Ang immediately rejected the idea.

Martin's "seeing" and Alex's "seeing" are completely different.

Alex's vision was direct and clear, as if Leon hadn't used any skills at all.

Martin's perception, however, is more like a keen, animalistic instinct.

He didn't just see Li Ang; he sensed Li Ang.

I sensed that one discordant element in this chaotic background.

Li Ang did not avoid his gaze.

He simply met his gaze silently.

A few seconds later, Martin walked towards Leon.

He walked through the panicked crowd, through the chaos of water and blood, and straight up to Li Ang.

The surrounding noise seemed to have nothing to do with them.

"You did it."

Martin spoke, not in a question, but in an affirmative statement.

His voice was deep and carried a kind of authority that came from someone who had long held a high position.

Li Ang did not answer.

"Why did you save me?" Martin continued to ask.

His eyes were fixed on Li Ang, as if trying to read something from his face.

But Li Ang's face was like a bottomless lake, completely still.

"Maybe I just don't like seeing people get hit and killed in front of me."

Li Ang finally spoke, his voice calm.

Martin smiled.

It was a cold laugh, devoid of any warmth.

"Young man, your joke is not funny at all."

As he spoke, he pulled a business card from the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

The business card was pure black, with only a name and a phone number printed on it in gold lettering.

Martin Campbell.

He handed his business card to Li Ang.

"I don't care who you are or what your purpose is."

"You saved my life today, I owe you a favor."

"This number is valid for 24 hours."

"Anytime, any matter, as long as it's within my power, I will help you once."

Li Ang did not accept the business card.

His gaze shifted from the business card and returned to Martin's face.

"Favors?"