I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

The spacious and bright VIP suite was quiet.

The air was filled with a faint scent of disinfectant mixed with fresh flowers.

Fiona leaned against the fluffy, soft pillows, beneath a high-end medical care bed.

However, there was no joy on her face at moving into the luxury ward; instead, her brows were slightly furrowed.

His grey-blue eyes were filled with an unyielding worry.

Li Ang was sitting on a chair by the bed, carefully adjusting the position of the IV tube, when he looked up and saw Fiona's expression.

He lowered his hand and asked softly:

"Sis, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Fiona shook her head and said worriedly:

"Li Ang, this hospital room is nice, but the price is outrageous. You don't want your sister to stay here indefinitely, do you? I absolutely will not agree to that."

Looking at the genuine worry in her eyes, Li Ang felt a pang of tenderness in his heart.

He thought to himself, as long as his sister needs it, what does it matter if she stays in this VIP ward every day?

But since Fiona brought it up herself, he went along with her and explained in a relaxed tone:

"Sis, don't overthink it. The reason I was so insistent on staying in the VIP room wasn't because I wanted to take advantage of the hospital or extort them. It was just a show for the hospital staff."

Fiona worriedly said:

"But what if we get into another conflict with the hospital staff? Wouldn't that be even worse?"

Li Ang shook his head, lowered his voice, and said:

"That's not right. You saw it today, sister. People in the hospital treat you differently depending on who you are. We've suffered so much before. If we keep swallowing our anger, who will respect us in the future? They might even find other ways to bully us."

"I want them to know that we're not to be trifled with, and that if they mess with us, they'll pay the price. That's called... what's it called again..."

He carefully recalled the knowledge he had gained from the overseas version of the Qidian website, and said:

"That's right, this is called striking once to ward off a hundred blows. If we stand firm this time and set the rules, no one will dare to underestimate us or scheme against us in the future."

After listening, Fiona carefully considered Li Ang's words.

The more I think about it, the more interesting it becomes.

However, once this problem was solved, an even bigger question immediately arose.

She stared intently at Li Ang and questioned him:

"Li Ang, tell me honestly, where did you get that nine thousand dollars?"

Li Ang had anticipated her question and shrugged, saying:

"Hey, don't be nervous, sis. I knew you'd ask that. Don't worry, this money is clean. You know, I've been singing at Alice's Bar lately, and sometimes I help out by serving dishes. Boss Kevin is a really nice guy. He saw that my family was in dire need of money, and since you're sick, he gave me an advance on part of my salary."

"Advance payment of salary?"

Fiona's brow furrowed even more, her tone filled with doubt:

"Where can you find a bar singer who can easily get a $9,000 advance? Li Ang, tell me the truth, are you... doing something dangerous?"

Li Ang had a prior record of being arrested, which made her suspicious.

Just as Li Ang was about to explain, Officer Karen chimed in, saying:

"Don't worry, Fiona, Leon didn't do anything wrong. I can vouch for that!"

"Huh? Officer Karen, are you serious?"

"Of course, Li Ang is mine now..."

Karen originally wanted to say, "Li Ang is my boyfriend now, and I'll keep an eye on him."

But as the words were about to come out, a strange sense of guilt, like an old cow trying to eat young grass, inexplicably welled up inside me.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly changed her words:

"...He's a good friend of mine now. I'll go to the bar often to check on him and make sure he hasn't done anything illegal or disorderly."

Hearing what Karen, the police officer, said, Fiona's tense nerves relaxed a little.

But she still felt something was off.

It's just a small-time resident singer job; even if you find a good boss willing to pay your wages in advance...

Nine thousand US dollars is an outrageously large amount.

Fiona couldn't help but turn her gaze back to Li Ang.

Under the soft overhead light in the VIP ward, Li Ang's profile was clearly defined, with a high and straight nose.

His slightly pale skin, caused by injury, only made his features appear even more profound.

The seventeen-year-old Chinese boy has gradually shed his childish naiveté.

He naturally exudes a unique charm that lies between youthful innocence and maturity.

For someone like Fiona who's obsessed with her younger brother, he's so cool...

So tempting...

Thinking of this, Fiona's expression changed slightly, and a terrible guess immediately surfaced in her mind.

Could it be that Li Ang is... selling his body?

For example, being targeted by a wealthy, shady old woman, and then being thoroughly rubbed with a steel wool pad.

Or they might be tricked by the wild women in bars and forced to eat abalone and other delicacies.

Fiona was immediately startled.

This won't do!

Li Ang is still a naive cook, and what if he gets tricked by those experienced, wicked women, losing his body and his feelings, or even contracting some kind of disease...?

Li Ang, danger!

This idea made Fiona feel both anxious and embarrassed.

She secretly resolved that once she felt better, she would find a suitable opportunity to give Li Ang a proper lesson in star education!

The meal that Li Ang had carefully prepared was spilled and rendered inedible during the battle with Rex and his group.

He went to the hospital cafeteria and bought a simple hot dog and milk, coaxing the preoccupied Fiona to eat it.

Perhaps it's the sense of security brought by the new environment, or perhaps it's the dual exhaustion of body and mind.

Not long after Fiona finished eating, she fell into a deep sleep under the combined effects of the medication and drowsiness.

Karen watched as Leon took meticulous care of Fiona, and her fondness for this gentle boy grew even stronger.

Only after Li Ang had coaxed Fiona to sleep did she sigh softly, lean close to Li Ang's ear, and whisper:

"Your injury can't wait any longer; it needs to be treated immediately. We'll go to the emergency room now."

Li Ang nodded, carefully tucked the blanket around Fiona, and the two quietly left the ward.

……

The emergency room doctor was a middle-aged white man with thinning hair.

Seeing the bruises and abrasions revealed when Li Ang took off his coat, as well as the obvious dagger cut on his abdomen.

His brows furrowed immediately.

"Hey, poor Chinese kid, these injuries don't look like they came from a simple fall. Did you get into a fight? Or were you robbed?"

As he spoke, he skillfully put on gloves, preparing to inflict wounds on Li Angqing.

Li Ang gave a vague "hmm".

"I guess so... I accidentally got into some trouble."

The doctor immediately pictured a scene in his mind of a Chinese-American teenager being bullied by his peers on the street.

Seeing that Li Ang was unwilling to say more, and that there was a policewoman standing next to him, he didn't ask any more questions and continued to focus on his work.

Cleaning, disinfection, applying medicine, bandaging...

The alcohol swabs stung the wound.

Li Ang gritted his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead, but he didn't utter a sound.

Even the white doctor couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

"Good job, young man. You're very strong, unlike the Chinese-American boys I usually meet who like to cry."