I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Upon hearing Kevin mention his sister's name, Li Ang's expression turned slightly serious.

Kevin was unaware that he had to do certain things for Fiona's sake.

Anyway, Li Ang's values ​​have long been distorted.

He doesn't care whether his actions are right or wrong, nor does he care about the lives or deaths of others.

They only care whether these methods are effective and whether they can protect the people they care about.

In a sense, the Hehuan Sect's revival system didn't make a mistake in approaching Li Ang.

He acts without any restraint, and indeed has the temperament of a demonic sect.

After a moment of silence, Li Ang smiled faintly:

"If you're a brother, don't ask."

Kevin could only manage a wry smile upon hearing this, a conflicted expression on his face.

"A generous gift... I'm sorry, Li Ang, I can't help you with this."

Li Ang was slightly surprised upon hearing this.

It seemed that Kevin had not expected to refuse.

But he quickly calmed down, his expression became peaceful, and he didn't say anything more.

Seeing Li Ang's expression, Kevin was afraid he would misunderstand, so he quickly put his arm around Li Ang's shoulder and led him behind the bar.

Kevin then yanked open the cash register drawer on the bar counter and pushed it in front of Li Ang.

It was empty inside, with only a few crumpled one-dollar and five-dollar bills and some loose coins.

The total is definitely less than one hundred dollars.

Li Ang glanced at it briefly, and the pent-up frustration in his heart vanished; he even felt a little like laughing.

Seeing Li Ang's hesitant expression, Kevin couldn't help but force a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Unfortunately, Dongxiao, you've come at the wrong time. I just paid this month's rent and the two months' worth of overdue payments to my suppliers for alcohol this afternoon. What you see here is all I have."

Li Ang wore an expression of understanding and sympathy, and gently patted Kevin's shoulder to comfort him.

Kevin continued to ramble on and on about his grievances:

"Hey, you know, I took over this damn lousy shop from old Bob a few years ago. Even the name 'Alice' is his dead wife's. At first, I thought I'd gotten a great deal. I had no idea that old Bob had been evading taxes his whole life, his business license had expired years ago, and he had a mountain of unpaid bills and utility debts. I fucking took on a hot potato!"

After thinking for a moment, Li Ang offered Kevin a reluctant consolation:

"At least your shop is doing very well now, and you can flirt with Russian girls with headlights as big as car lights every day. You've already beaten 99% of the Bronx, haven't you?"

Kevin's face immediately showed a mournful expression, and he couldn't help but complain:

"Boseit! Li Ang, how dare you say that? I'm a normal man too! I don't want to flirt with girls, I just want to take them to the toilet and have them poop for half an hour!"

Upon hearing this, both of them immediately laughed.

Li Ang turned to look inside the bar and asked:

"How's business now?"

Kevin smiled slightly and said:

"Thanks to you, things are not bad. Now, on good months, I can earn more than a thousand, but on bad months... it's just enough to pay the interest on those installment loans. You know, in order to prevent this shop from being seized by the bank and auctioned off, I dare not hire anyone. I wish I could be open for business 24 hours a day. I don't even have time to go out and pick up girls."

With that, the misunderstanding between the two brothers was cleared up.

Li Ang finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, and teased:

"It's my fault. I was so focused on enjoying myself that I didn't even introduce you to a few nice girls to satisfy your needs. But I'm sorry to bother you, you never charge me for drinks or pizza when you come here."

Upon hearing this, Kevin's expression became even more guilty:

"Hey kid, are you trying to be sarcastic? I may be a South Bronx bastard, but I know how to be grateful. Since I took over the bar, I wouldn't be able to handle all this stuff if you didn't come by every month to help me fill out tax forms, renew the business license and health certificate. And you even help me organize parties and secretly sell drinks to middle and high school students. I'm so grateful to you."

Li Ang smiled faintly:

"We've got Kevin, let's not talk about this between us."

Kevin, however, stubbornly continued:

"No, I have to say, man, it's not that I don't want to help you, but you know, even the cheapest used revolver costs two hundred dollars on the black market, and it's very likely to jam and blow up after two shots. A slightly usable Glock, or an older M1911, is nothing to you without five or six hundred dollars. If you want something better, like a long weapon like an AR-15, it starts at least a thousand dollars, and you still have to be willing to pay whatever they ask. All I have right now is this change and some nearly expired beer in the warehouse. I'm really powerless to help you."

Li Ang nodded and said:

"I understand."

Kevin seemed to think that Li Ang had come to terms with reality and was planning to change his mind, so he patted Li Ang on the shoulder with satisfaction and repeatedly advised him:

"Listen, bro. If you come over, no matter how many girls you bring, there'll be plenty of pizza. And if you can drink beer, I can make you spit it out of your ass. But guns... we really shouldn't touch them."

Looking at Kevin's incessant chatter, Li Ang knew that Kevin genuinely cared about him.

He was about to tell Kevin that he was rich.

Kevin suddenly slapped his forehead, as if he had just remembered something.

"Wait... I really can't handle guns. But I have this..."

Kevin crouched down, took out a bunch of keys, and unlocked a small, locked cabinet under the bar.

After rummaging around inside for a while, he pulled out a long strip wrapped in oilcloth and quickly stuffed it into Li Ang's hand.

"Here you go. It's not as good as real iron, but at close range it'll be enough to make any bastard lie down and sing 'The Star-Spangled Banner' for half an hour."

Li Ang was slightly taken aback.

He opened the tarpaulin at Kevin's prompting.

Inside was a short, black metal rod with a rubber handle.

The short stick also has two metal contacts at the front end.

Li Ang recognized the object and asked in surprise:

"A stun gun?"

"Yes, this is a modified Taser, the Persuader type. Its peak voltage exceeds 10,000 volts, and its effective load voltage is 1,500 volts. Even if the opponent is a fat pig, one shot will definitely render him unable to rise again."

Kevin lowered his voice and said smugly:

"I'm keeping this for self-defense. This Taser Convincerator can be used three or four times on one charge. But remember, never use it on someone's heart, and be careful not to get it wet when storing it."

Li Ang raised an eyebrow, eager to try:

"Wow, that's cool!"

Kevin chuckled and said:

"Would you like to give it a try?"

"May I?"

"Of course, you should do that."

Kevin pulled Li Ang down by the arm and gestured for Li Ang to press the red button on the grip of the Taser Persuader.

Li Ang touched it lightly with his thumb.

"Sizzle—!"

A dark blue arc of electricity exploded instantly at the tip of the short stick, emitting a chilling shriek.

It was particularly glaring in the dim light.