I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

After leaving the jewelry store, Li Ang, with $30,000 in cash in his bag, went to deposit the money at China Merchants Bank as usual.

I didn't feel anything when I first received the money.

Only after leaving the jewelry store did I belatedly realize that everyone looked like a thief or a motorcycle thief.

The young Black taxi driver was particularly talkative, constantly boasting that he had spent several years in prison before becoming a taxi driver.

Li Ang frowned as he listened.

He secretly regretted not bringing the handgun he bought from Kevin, the owner of the Ellie Bar.

Fortunately, the journey was uneventful, and I managed to deposit the money safely into the ATM.

Unlike Chinese ATMs, which only dispense 100-dollar bills, American ATMs are mostly designed to prioritize dispensing 20-dollar bills.

This design provides the best balance between ATM capacity, usage rate, and security.

Li Ang then took out another thousand dollars in change.

In addition to the more than 1,200 dollars seized from Elmer, he had at least 2,000 dollars in cash on him for emergencies.

After depositing the money, he took a taxi back to his apartment in the South Bronx.

In the kitchen, the keep-warm light on the rice cooker is on, indicating that the rice is cooked.

The pork rib and carrot soup bubbled and simmered over low heat, releasing an enticing aroma.

Li Ang put on an apron, turned the fire back on, heated the pan, poured in oil, and quickly stir-fried the marinated beef slices and onion slices.

The rich aroma of the wok rises with a sizzling sound, and the simple seasonings bring out the most authentic flavors of the ingredients.

Soon, a dish of stir-fried beef with onions, glossy in color and with a fragrant aroma, was ready.

He then used a little of the oil left over from stir-frying the meat to quickly blanch the spinach, seasoned it simply, and preserved the vegetables' vibrant green color and crispness.

After all the food was prepared, Li Ang placed the rice at the bottom of a thermal bowl.

Then, divide the stir-fried beef with onions and the stir-fried spinach into two pieces and place them on top of the rice.

The insulated bowl was stuffed full.

The other insulated lunchbox was filled with carrot and pork rib soup, which was stewed until the broth was milky white and the pork ribs were tender.

Having prepared Fiona's portion, Li Ang didn't waste the remaining scraps either.

Too lazy to wash the dishes, he threw the remaining rice into the wok, stirred it, and then stood in the kitchen, scrambling to cook it.

After finishing his meal, Li Ang washed the pots and pans, wiped away the grease in the kitchen, and finally packed up. He picked up the two heavy lunchboxes and went out again, walking briskly towards the Bronx Community Hospital.

……

At the same time, inside the Bronx Police Department building.

Beautiful policewoman Karen emerged from the internal investigation room at the end of the corridor.

Behind him followed the deputy director in charge who had been observing the investigation.

Karen's face didn't show any particular expression.

She stood at the doorway and gently exhaled, as if releasing something that had been weighing on her.

He then walked straight to the police station entrance.

Suddenly, the deputy director's loud, surprised voice rang out from behind:

"Hey, Karen, where are you going?"

Karen didn't even turn her head:

"To visit Commander Miller in the hospital."

The deputy director was immediately annoyed and blurted out:

"Hey! I don't care what you do later, but you need to hand over the materials the Internal Affairs Department just asked me to fill out. Those office vultures are waiting for them! This is procedure! Understand?"

Upon hearing this, Karen calmly raised her middle finger behind her.

Without stopping, he walked straight out of the police station and left.

Deputy Director: ? ? ? ?

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Community hospital.

Fiona woke up groggily, feeling a sense of emptiness and unease.

The room was unusually quiet, with only the regular, faint ticking of the monitoring equipment.

She instinctively turned her head to look at the chair by the bed, only to be surprised to find that Li Ang was no longer there.

Fiona felt a strange sense of loss.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.

But this feeling of unease lingered over her like a dark cloud, refusing to dissipate.

Just then, the door to the ward creaked open.

Fiona was delighted, thinking that Li Ang had gone to the restroom or fetched water and had returned. She quickly looked up.

However, what came into view was not Li Ang.

Instead, they were three strange men wielding knives and sticks.

The leader was a man in his early thirties.

Judging from his appearance, he is likely of mixed Latino and Caucasian descent.

He was lean and muscular, with clearly defined muscles hidden beneath a black vest.

It subtly exudes a tense, explosive power.

The mixed-race man's entire body was covered in dark blue-black tattoos with grotesque patterns.

Especially on the neck, the spiderweb-like tattoo almost covered the entire Adam's apple area.

Perhaps due to long-term drug use, his cheeks were somewhat sunken.

His pupils were slightly dilated, and his gaze moved very slowly when he looked at people, as if a cold-blooded animal was locking onto its prey.

His eyes were sinister and greedy.

Just looking at him sends chills down your spine.

Fiona didn't know any of these three people.

When she saw that it wasn't Li Ang, the light in her eyes dimmed instantly, and she felt a little disappointed.

Although Fiona was staying in a triple room, she was the only one there.

Therefore, she originally thought that the three strange men who suddenly appeared had just entered the wrong ward.

Seeing the three menacing-looking figures, Fiona felt a little scared and was about to lower her head and pretend she hadn't seen them.

Unexpectedly, when the three men entered the room and saw Fiona on the hospital bed, their eyes lit up.

The leading mixed-race man, in a hoarse, bellows-like voice, directly asked Fiona:

"Hey, you half-dead white chick, you must be Fiona Gallagher?"

Fiona shuddered and looked up in shock.

She doesn't know any of these people at all!

Fiona was clever; instead of directly answering the mixed-race man's question, she proactively asked him in return:

"Who are you? What do you want?"

The mixed-race man at the head of the group raised an eyebrow, seemingly finding her question amusing.

He tilted his head, causing the spiderweb tattoo on his neck to twitch.

"What's wrong, Dr. Gallagher...?"

He deliberately drew out the words, emphasizing them with a clearly mocking tone, and said:

"As a former community doctor, didn't you hear about 'Motley Park Boy' from your patients?"

Motley Park Kid?!

Fiona's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

As a former healthcare worker who had worked at a community clinic in the South Bronx, she encountered all sorts of underprivileged patients every day, and of course she had heard of the infamous Motley Park Boys!

This gang has been entrenched in the central part of the Bronx for many years.

The group wasn't large, but its members were all ruthless and cruel.

Rumors about them are often accompanied by bloodshed and violence.

In particular, their leader, Lex Moran, nicknamed "The Venomous Fang," is the protagonist of many horror stories.

Rumor has it that he once laughed as he dismembered a drug addict who couldn't pay his debts, removing multiple human organs and then selling them publicly.

Any food that couldn't be sold was eaten raw on the spot.

The leftover scraps of meat were chopped up and discarded in the underground pedestrian passage of a subway station...

These stories were passed down orally in the grassroots communities, gradually evolving into various exaggerated and outrageous versions.

Although the authenticity of the content is hard to verify, it is enough to make anyone turn pale at the mere mention of it.

The mixed-race man in the lead was clearly pleased with Fiona's reaction.

He smirked, like a venomous snake:

"Looks like we're not exactly well-known around here, are we, Dr. Gallagher?"

Fiona's heart was pounding wildly in her chest, almost leaping out of her chest.

She suppressed a scream that threatened to burst from her throat, and tried with all her might to remain calm, saying:

"Who...who are you? I don't know you, and I don't know any Motley Park Kids! Get out of here right now! Or I'll scream for help!"

"Hey, hey, calm down, my little white sweetheart, don't get so worked up."

Instead of leaving, the mixed-race man slowly took a small step forward.

The cloudy eyes, like sticky crawlers, lingered on Fiona's face and neck, which were made even paler by fear.

"Since you've asked so sincerely, I'll mercifully tell you that I am the leader of the Motley Park Boys, Fang, Lexie Moran."