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

His gaze, calm as still water, swept over the minimalist yet exquisitely crafted black card before returning to Martin Campbell's face.

But the two people standing at the center of this chaos seemed to be in a vacuum of another dimension, eerily quiet.

Martin Campbell's hand remained raised in mid-air.

His face still held that polite yet distant smile commonly seen in business negotiations.

But his eyes underwent a very subtle change amidst Li Ang's refusal and silence.

It was a mixture of surprise, scrutiny, and a sharp sense of being offended.

Since he took the helm of the Campbell family's business empire, it has been a very long time since anyone dared to refuse his "goodwill" in this way.

"Young man, do you know what you're doing?"

Martin's voice remained steady, but his tone was a few decibels lower than before.

This was not a threat, but rather a pure curiosity from someone in a superior position.

He couldn't figure it out.

Why would this seemingly ordinary, even somewhat thin, young Asian man refuse such a life-changing opportunity?

One favor.

A favor from Martin Campbell.

This means wealth, status, and a ticket to Seattle's high society.

"Of course I know."

Li Ang finally spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a pebble, precisely striking Martin's seemingly calm heart.

"A favor is another form of debt."

"And I don't like being in debt."

After Li Ang finished speaking, he stopped looking at him and turned to leave.

His movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Like a passerby who has just completed a trivial transaction, there is no lingering attachment to anyone or anything at the scene.

Martin Campbell stood there, stunned.

He watched the black figure effortlessly push through the panicked crowd, and with a few quick movements, disappeared into the shadows at the street corner.

It's faster than anyone could have imagined.

It's as if he never belonged to this noisy world from the very beginning.

"debt......"

Martin muttered the word to himself, and the smile on his face finally vanished completely.

Instead, there is an almost greedy excitement, like that of a hunter discovering rare prey.

He slowly retracted the black business card and placed it back in his suit pocket, his movements elegant and composed.

Just then, several black Chevrolet Suburbans aggressively broke through the traffic jam and stopped beside him.

The car door opened, and seven or eight burly men dressed in black suits, wearing sunglasses and headsets jumped out.

They spread out skillfully, isolating Martin from the surrounding crowd and forming an impenetrable human wall.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group quickly walked up to Martin and bowed his head respectfully.

"Boss, are you alright?"

His face was filled with lingering fear and self-blame.

"I'm fine."

Martin waved his hand, but his gaze remained fixed on the direction where Li Ang had disappeared.

"Go investigate someone."

"An Asian man, very young, with black hair and black eyes, and about 1.8 meters tall."

"I need all his information."

"Remember, all of them."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment.

"Boss, we don't have any video footage of him, nor do we have his fingerprints or DNA. Finding someone like him in this city is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"Then let's go fish it out."

Martin's tone left no room for argument.

"Use all available resources: intelligence agencies, street informants, cyber hackers..."

"I don't care about the cost."

"Yes, boss."

The middle-aged man dared not raise any further objections, immediately took out his phone, and began issuing orders.

Martin ignored the mess at the scene.

The arrival of the police and the flashing lights of the media were just irrelevant background noise to him.

He got into the back seat of a Suburban and closed the door.

He leaned back in the soft leather seat and closed his eyes.

In my mind, everything that had just happened kept replaying.

That out-of-control Lincoln.

That critical moment.

And the young man's face was unbelievably calm.

What he couldn't understand the most was the car's bizarre final turn.

It was as if an invisible hand had forcefully turned its direction off course.

That was neither a coincidence nor some damned miracle.

That is power.

A pure, terrifying power that transcended his comprehension.

And that young man is the source of that power.

A person with such power is indifferent to money and status.

This is so interesting.

Martin Campbell's lips curled into a cold smile.

He felt his long-dormant blood begin to boil again.

He enjoys the feeling of being out of control.

He prefers the process of bringing something that has slipped out of his control back into his grasp.

......

Li Ang returned to the bar in Ninth Street.

He pushed open the door, and a stench of murky air, a mixture of alcohol, sweat, and cheap tobacco, hit him.

Inside the bar, Jack was training his newly recruited thugs in a near-brutal manner.

Derek and Scorpion, meanwhile, were gathered around a table, studying a map of Seattle's neighborhoods, seemingly planning their next expansion.

When Li Ang returned, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him with awe.

Li Ang ignored everyone.

He went straight up to the second floor and returned to his room.

He closed the door and drew the curtains.

The whole world fell silent instantly.

He opened the system panel.

[Host: Li Ang]

[Attributes: Spirit: 30, Constitution: 25, Strength: 20, Agility: 25]

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

[Freely Allocable Attribute Points: 9]

[Magic Points: 820]

Looking at the 9 points of freedom attribute, Li Ang did not hesitate at all.

He needs stronger perception and faster reaction time.

Especially after witnessing Martin Campbell's kind of "intuition."

He realized that "ever-changing" was not foolproof.

It can deceive the eyes of ordinary people, but it may not be able to fool those real "beasts" standing at the top of the food chain.

"Add 5 points to Spirit and 4 points to Agility."

[Attribute points allocated]

[Spirit: 30→35]

Agility: 25 → 29

He slowly closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure brought by the power.

Martin Campbell.

Alex.

Two people who can't see through the "kill line".

A pinnacle representing the world's secular power.

One of them conceals some unknown, eerie mystery that even the system cannot decipher.

Seattle was far more dangerous than he had imagined.

The next day, Li Ang changed into a well-tailored dark gray casual suit with an unidentifiable brand.

Instead of driving, he took a bus to the northern part of the city, just like any other ordinary office worker.

The bus swayed and rattled as it passed through dilapidated and dirty neighborhoods.

The scenery outside the car window was like a movie in fast-forward.

As the car drove into the city, the figures of homeless people and thugs completely disappeared.

The bus stopped at the central station in the financial district.

Li Ang got out of the car and walked onto the wide, clean sidewalk.

The men and women hurrying along the street were all dressed in suits and had exquisite makeup.

Each of them wore a standard, professional smile.

Just as he reached a crossroads, a commotion caught his attention.

A large crowd had gathered in a square not far away.

They held up all sorts of signs and chanted slogans in unison.

"Stop objectifying women!"

"I am the master of my own body!"