I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Li Ang laughed too, and punched him back, saying:

"Get lost, you're the one whose balls have shrunk."

Bruce raised an eyebrow and said:

"Just you wait, you're only being stubborn now."

Li Ang scoffed:

"I'm hard everywhere, and I'm always hard."

Just as Bruce was about to continue his teasing, Martin returned with a small paper bag.

Martin handed the paper bag to Leon and said in a low voice:

"Here you go, starter kit. Metestosterone, 10 mg daily, taken with breakfast. Stanozolol, 20 mg daily, taken after training. This packet is a four-week supply."

After saying that, he immediately took out a small bottle and said:

"Also, you absolutely MUST remember to take this. Tamoxifen, an anti-estrogen, 10 mg daily. If you don't take this, be careful you might develop large cysts."

Li Ang took the paper bag, opened it, and looked inside.

Inside were several small medicine bottles with printed labels on them, the handwriting illegible.

There was also a handwritten instruction sheet for the medication.

Li Ang:

"How much?"

Martin:

"One hundred dollars. I'm giving it to you at 20% off cost price. If it works well, come again next time. Remember, drink plenty of water, eat well, and sleep well. You also need to keep up with your training, otherwise all those performance-enhancing drugs will be for nothing, and you won't build big muscles."

Li Ang took out five twenty-dollar bills from his wallet and handed them over.

Martin took the money, his smile widening.

Martin patted Li Ang on the shoulder and said:

"Alright, you guys can practice now. Let me know if you need anything."

After saying that, he sauntered back to the front desk, beaming with satisfaction.

Bruce looked at the paper bag in Leon's hand, his expression still complex, and said:

"You really want to eat it?"

Li Ang stuffed the paper bag into his schoolbag and said:

"Yes. I know what I'm doing."

Bruce frowned and muttered:

"You have no sense of propriety whatsoever."

But he didn't object anymore.

"Alright, keep practicing. We haven't finished training our legs yet."

The two returned to the squat rack.

But Li Ang's mind was no longer on training.

……

That night.

NYPD Bronx Precinct, Night Shift Duty Room.

Karen was facing her computer screen, filling out a supplementary report about how she had shot and killed a black drug dealer in a rat hole.

Although, in her writing, her actions were entirely in accordance with the procedures for self-defense and counterattack.

But she knew that the vultures in the Ministry of Internal Affairs wouldn't let her off so easily.

They love to nitpick and turn a simple act of self-defense into an analysis of a serial murder case.

However, Officer Karen's mindset is not quite the same as it used to be, when she was meticulous and afraid of making a mistake.

After the dramatic changes of the past few days and her close contact with Li Ang, she has completely let loose.

Anyway, we'll deal with whatever comes our way, no matter what.

At worst, she could enjoy paid administrative leave and legitimately elope with Li Ang.

Thinking about the romantic moments she had shared with Li Ang these past two days, Karen's face flushed slightly, and her heart fluttered.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

The phone started buzzing on the table, the screen lit up, and the caller ID showed the number she had saved just yesterday.

"Li Ang"

The little heart after Li Ang's name was added by her specifically for Li Ang.

Karen frowned. This kid, he knew I was on duty, and he still called me?

She glanced at the digital clock on the wall; it was still early.

Picking up her phone, Karen instinctively lowered her voice and said:

"Li Ang? What's wrong? What happened?"

On the other end of the phone, Li Ang's voice sounded somewhat hurried, even carrying a hint of barely suppressed excitement.

Like a child who has discovered a new toy:

"Karen, are you at the station?"

Karen unconsciously sat up straight:

"Yeah, on duty. What's up?"

Li Ang said somewhat impatiently:

"Could you come out for a moment? Right now. I'm at the 7-Eleven across the street from your station."

Karen's heart tightened, and she instinctively gripped her phone tighter, saying:

"Now? What happened? Are you injured? Or is it Fiona's situation...?"

As she spoke, Karen stood up unconsciously, the chair legs scraping softly on the floor.

Li Ang said mysteriously:

"Of course I'm fine. It's just a small thing I need your help with, Karen, it's really important."

Karen quickly glanced around the office.

Hank, the veteran police officer who worked the night shift with me across the way, was nodding off in his chair, his soft snoring clearly audible in the quiet office.

She glanced again at the report on her screen, which was only half-written and destined to be rejected.

After thinking for a moment, he cupped the microphone in his hand and lowered his voice even further:

"Does it have to be now, Li Ang?"

"Yes! Now! Ten minutes, fifteen minutes at most. I promise. Please, Karen, I know you love me the most, you'll help me, right? Please, come quickly."

Karen bit her lower lip, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her lips.

It feels like there are two little people fighting inside my head.

A small man in a police uniform with a stern face said sternly:

"Karen, are you crazy? Sneaking out during your shift to meet your boyfriend? Do you know what kind of behavior this is? Dereliction of duty! Violation of discipline! What if there's an emergency call? What if Hank wakes up and finds you gone? What about your professional ethics?"

The other figure, dressed in casual clothes, had a flushed face and shifty eyes.

"But Li Ang said it's very important. He never asks for favors randomly. Besides, old Hank sleeps like a log. Normally, at his age, he should be sleeping soundly. Even if the sky were to fall, he could sleep until dawn. If he went out to check on Li Ang, he wouldn't be discovered."

Reason and emotion, duty and selfishness, pulled her apart like a tug-of-war.

She could feel herself getting more and more nervous, her cheeks gradually getting hot, and her heartbeat accelerating.

In the end, the little figure in civilian clothes kicked the little figure in police uniform to the ground.

Karen gritted her teeth and said into the phone:

"Okay, you wait here, I'll be right there."

Then hang up immediately, as if you'd regret it if you hesitated even a second longer.

She moved the mouse quickly and saved the document.

Then take a deep breath and try to look as natural as possible.

He grabbed the dark blue NYPD patrol jacket draped over the back of the chair, quickly put it on over his uniform shirt, stood up, tiptoed, and strode out of the duty room.

As she walked through the brightly lit but deserted police station lobby, she could hear her heart pounding in her chest.

I quickly lowered my head, feeling a little guilty, afraid of bumping into some office worker who was working overtime.

Pushing open the heavy glass doors of the police station, the slightly cool night air instantly rushed in.

Karen's feverish mind cleared up a little.

She tugged at her coat, quickly crossed the street, and pushed open the jingling glass door of the convenience store.

The store was quiet, with only the low hum of the freezers and the faint music playing from a radio in the corner.

Behind the cashier, the always sleepy-eyed Indian clerk was engrossed in playing on his phone.

At the innermost shelf, a homeless man with a worn-out coat and greasy hair was hunched over, carefully searching for discounted bread nearing its expiration date.