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

Li Ang casually tossed the invitation to Bishop Vincent's dinner onto the table.

The thin, gold-embossed card exuded a dangerous aura under the dim light.

The Feast at Hongmen.

These three words instantly popped into Li Ang's mind.

The opposing side had just dispatched its rabid dogs to wreak havoc in the ninth and fifteenth blocks.

They tried to completely crush the team he had painstakingly built up.

Then came this very polite dinner invitation.

This action was filled with the undisguised arrogance of someone in a position of power.

This is both a blatant display of military power and a condescending probing.

He was testing Li Ang's courage and also trying to find out Li Ang's trump card.

"Boss, we can't go!"

Derek was the first to jump up.

His face, swollen from overwork, was now filled with terror.

"This is obviously a trap!"

"They've definitely planted a large force in the restaurant, just waiting for you to walk right into their trap!"

The scorpion nodded vigorously, the new scars on his face making him look even more ferocious.

"Yeah, boss!"

"There's absolutely no point in talking to these hypocrites!"

"They killed our people, so we'll kill them back tenfold!"

"In this city, whoever has the strongest fist rules!"

All the core members of the bar had their eyes on Li Ang.

They waited quietly for his decision.

To go or not to go?

In their view, this is not a question that needs to be considered at all.

Whether you're courting death or cowering like a coward, anyone with a brain knows which to choose.

Li Ang did not answer them immediately.

He walked behind the bar and poured himself a glass of plain water.

Then he sat back down on the worn-out sofa.

His fingers began to tap rhythmically on the table.

The soft, rhythmic tapping sound echoed clearly in the quiet bar.

Each strike felt like a small hammer hitting everyone's heart.

Li Ang's brain was working at lightning speed, analyzing the situation.

Bishop Vincent was a high-ranking figure sent by the Church to handle the aftermath.

Why did he choose to extend the invitation at this time?

If it's just for the sake of protest, then that's far too superficial.

A person who is sent to clean up a mess is definitely not a fool who only knows brute force.

Li Ang is also evaluating it.

Assess your own value and threat as an unstable factor.

The previous bloody conflict was a precise stress test.

That test examined the mettle of Li Ang's men.

It also tested Li Ang's own ability to cope.

The test is now obviously over.

Although Li Ang's troops suffered heavy losses, they did not collapse at the first contact as expected.

Instead, it displayed an astonishing resilience that surprised the enemy.

This put the other party in a difficult position.

Therefore, he needs to find a more direct approach.

A face-to-face confrontation.

He wanted to see for himself where this young man came from.

This young man could make Gordon flip the table, and he could also withstand Gordon's first wave of attacks.

He wanted to use the church's power or the promise of future cooperation to buy them off.

If bribery fails, he will resort to more direct threats to subdue Li Ang.

If Li Ang doesn't dare to go, it proves that Li Ang is already afraid.

An opponent who doesn't even dare to attend a banquet is no longer a threat.

What follows will only be a more intense and ruthless crackdown by the church.

But if Li Ang goes, it proves that he has enough confidence.

He had the confidence to sit at the poker table and negotiate with Vincent, the dealer.

Therefore, he had to go on this trip.

Not only should you go, but you should go with composure and ease.

"Victor."

Li Ang finally spoke, breaking the oppressive silence in the bar.

"Boss, I'm here."

Victor quickly stepped forward, respectfully awaiting instructions.

"Use all your intelligence resources; I need to know everything about that private club."

Li Ang's gaze fell on the gold-embossed address on the invitation.

"Its background, its boss, and its security system."

"Also, its guest list for today, and a detailed internal structure diagram."

"I also want to know all of Bishop Vincent's personal information."

"His resume and background, his style of doing things, all need to be thoroughly investigated."

"How many people did he bring with him to Seattle this time, and where are they now?"

"I need to see the full report within an hour."

Victor's face turned pale instantly; this task was extremely difficult.

But under Li Ang's calm gaze, he could only grit his teeth and nod.

"Yes, boss! I'll get right on it!"

Victor turned and practically ran out of the bar.

"Jack".

Li Ang then looked at the silent old soldier in the corner.

"exist."

Jack's voice was short and powerful.

"Everyone in Group A, immediately put on our best equipment."

Li Ang's voice unconsciously turned cold.

"The area surrounding the banquet venue will be under the highest level of armed security."

"Block all entrances and exits, and seize all high ground."

"Not a fly may fly in or out without my order."

"If I don't come out of there an hour later."

Li Ang paused, then looked sharply at Jack.

"Raze that place to the ground."

A fiery light flashed in Jack's usually calm eyes.

He didn't ask why, nor did he ask about the consequences of his actions.

He simply nodded heavily and uttered a single word.

"clear."

After making all these arrangements, Li Ang slowly stood up.

He glanced at the clock on the wall.

There were still two hours until the dinner was scheduled to begin.

There is enough time.

He went upstairs to the second floor and returned to his room.

He needs to change into a more appropriate set of clothes.

Several brand-new suits were hanging in the closet.

Some were purchased for "inspection" trips to the financial district.

Some were gifts from anonymous individuals.

He thought of Isabella, that dangerous yet alluring woman.

I was also reminded of Martin Campbell, the man who stood at the pinnacle of power.

He opened the wardrobe and took out a pure black Armani suit.

This was the only luxury item he bought for himself using Charlie's "deposit".

He changed into a suit and stood quietly in front of the mirror.

The man in the mirror was tall and stern-faced.

Those black eyes were so deep they seemed to devour all light.

He straightened his tie, then turned and walked out of the room.

Downstairs, all the core members have arrived.

They looked at the transformed Li Ang, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was worry, awe, and a hint of inexplicable fanaticism.

They didn't know what their boss was going to face.

But they knew that starting tonight, some things would change completely.

Li Ang did not speak to anyone.

He simply walked out of the bar alone, watched by everyone.

The night outside was as dark as ink, and the cold wind was biting.

A black sedan was already quietly waiting at the door.

Li Ang opened the car door and calmly got in.

The car started silently and quickly merged into the city's traffic.

We drove straight toward that unknown feast.