I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Zhang Han stood frozen in place, unable to recover for a long time, like an art sculpture placed at the entrance of the cafeteria.

It was lunchtime, and students coming and going in the cafeteria kept casting curious glances at them.

Those gazes fell on Zhang Han like red-hot branding irons.

An unprecedented sense of shame and anger gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake, burning with pain that almost suffocated him.

Even so, Zhang Han did not dare to resent Liu Yue.

At Dongda University, the Liu family was someone the Zhang family had to look up to.

Before coming to the United States, Zhang Han's father repeatedly instructed him to make sure he got along well with Liu Yue and never to fall out with her.

Zhang Han, through his smooth talk and persistent flattery, finally managed to get into bed with Liu Yue.

They thought they were now free to live off their wives.

I didn't expect Liu Yue to be such a master.

They immediately used the excuse that Zhang Han was too small to relegate him to the backup option position.

Unfortunately, Zhang Han couldn't refute it.

Because that's the truth.

He had to swallow all the humiliation himself.

Zhang Han's resentful gaze involuntarily drifted towards the corridor where Li Ang and Bruce had disappeared.

His teeth were grinding together.

It's all because of those two untouchable Americans in the slums...

If it weren't for these two lowly rats, why would Liu Yue treat me that way?

Why would Liu Yue be interested in such dirty and vulgar topics?

These two people made me look like a complete clown in front of Liu Yue!

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At 3:15 p.m., the school bell rang, like a clarion call for liberation, instantly igniting the spirit of Hegu High School.

Li Ang followed the crowd out of the school gate and boarded a bus bound for the Morris Heights community.

As the bus traveled south, the scenery outside the window gradually changed noticeably.

Neat Victorian townhouses are gradually giving way to older, slightly weathered red-brick apartment buildings;

The number of independent cafes and boutiques on the street has decreased.

Instead, there are cheap pizzerias, pawn shops, grocery stores with Spanish signs, and secondhand shops.

The music drifting through the air changed from rock and pop to energetic reggae or lyrical Latin songs.

Looking at the pedestrians on the road, their pace seemed to quicken, and their eyes became more wary.

About twenty minutes later, Li Ang got off the car at the intersection of Jerome Avenue.

Looking up, he saw the elevated subway tracks stretching across Li Ang's head, casting a large strip of shadow that divided light and shadow.

The Line 4 train is approaching from a distance.

The screeching sound of steel wheels rubbing against the rails drowned out all other noises on the street.

Although the Morris neighborhood and the South Bronx neighborhood where Leon lived were both part of the southern slums.

But Li Ang had never been here before.

Therefore, he did not go directly to the entrance of the rat hole marked on the system map.

Instead, he continued to linger at the bus stop, pretending to check the bus timetable while subtly observing his surroundings.

The subway station is not far from the bus stop.

The main structure of the platform is an elevated structure.

Dusty cement pillars and rusted steel supports hold up the tracks above.

The red skull marker indicated by the system is located at the intersection of Jerome Avenue and Eighth Avenue.

Li Ang looked across the road and saw a sunken concrete archway abruptly embedded next to the roadbed.

The top of the arch is curved, and the cement at the edges has long since peeled off, revealing the rusted steel bars.

The entrance to the cave was pitch black, like the gaping black maw of a demon.

Clearly, this should be the exit from the rat hole that connects to Eighth Avenue.

Just as Bruce had predicted, the exit was crisscrossed with bright yellow NYPD warning tape.

The sign above reads "Police cordon, do not cross" in bold black lettering.

But these warning tapes serve more as a satirical decoration.

The warning tape at the edge of the cave entrance had been violently torn off, leaving a gaping hole large enough for a person to pass through.

At that moment, an elderly white man wrapped in a dirty blanket, with tangled hair, emerged from the opening, carrying a bulging plastic bag.

After he came out, he looked around warily, lowered his head, and quickly disappeared around the street corner.

Less than two minutes later, another figure wearing an oversized hooded sweatshirt, whose figure and gender were completely indistinguishable, slipped silently along the wall into the dark archway.

Both ignored the NYPD warnings on the safety tape at the entrance to the cave.

Clearly, unless the bricklaying team hired by the city government arrives tomorrow, these yellow plastic strips will be of no use in stopping these homeless and nowhere-to-go rat-men.

Faced with this situation, Li Ang was immediately at a loss.

If I were to rashly go and investigate, my distinctive Asian features would surely arouse the suspicion and malice of those rat-men inside.

Just then, a slightly awkward but energetic speech caught Li Ang's attention.

A dozen or so young people who looked like students were gathered in an open space near the subway station entrance.

The group, consisting of both men and women, were all wearing light blue T-shirts printed with the words "Homeless Shelter Project" and were cheering and jumping around a blonde girl who was giving a speech.

The girl was tall and pretty, with a neat ponytail tied behind her head, and a confident smile that was infectious, characteristic of top students.

She was holding a megaphone and giving a speech to her companions.

"Homeless people are also human beings, our beloved family and friends! We cannot ignore the plight of our brothers and sisters on the streets!"

"Eviction is not the solution. What we need are more shelter beds, better social services, and fundamentally eliminating the systemic injustices that lead to homelessness!"

"We urge the city government to increase the budget, we urge the community to lend a helping hand, we urge..."

(As usual, here's another casual photo.)

Li Ang's eyes lit up, and he quickly moved closer to the group, taking a flyer from a black boy wearing glasses.

Li Ang glanced at the flyer and realized that these people were from Tribec High School in Manhattan.

A public welfare activity called "Homeless Shelter Project" is underway.

Manhattan is a well-known wealthy area in New York City.

Tribec High School is a private high school located in the Tribec neighborhood of Manhattan.

This school has been operating for nearly 20 years and is known for its emphasis on personalized student development and social practice.

Every year, a large percentage of students are admitted to Ivy League schools.

This is partly due to the high-quality student body coming from middle-class families in Manhattan.

On the other hand, it benefits from the US university admissions bonus system.

This system allows American high school graduates to make up for deficiencies in their SAT and GAP scores through extracurricular community service experiences.

Li Ang appeared quite interested, waiting attentively to listen to the blonde girl's speech.

The speech soon came to an end.

Li Ang walked straight up to the blonde girl, gave her a warm and friendly smile, and extended his hand, saying:

"Hello, I'm Li Ang from River Valley High School. Are you conducting a charity event to help the homeless?"

The blonde girl had noticed Li Ang, the handsome Asian boy, long ago.

After all, Li Ang was the only audience member who lingered for a long time during her speech.

The girl happily reached out and shook hands with Li Ang:

"Nice to meet you, Leon. Yes, we are from Tribec High School, and we are carrying out the 'Homeless Shelter Project'. I am Emily Carter, the student council president and the initiator of this project."

Just then, a system notification sounded in Li Ang's mind:

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