In America, my cousin, Supergirl Kara...

"No, Seth," the big white man hissed in pain, "I was the first one to go, but that kid could jump four or five meters and knocked me out. You can ask the guys behind me if you don't believe me."

"Yes, we can prove Bob wasn't lying. That guy is incredibly strong; he can even kick a Molotov cocktail back mid-air."

Hearing the chattering explanations of the people around him, Seth felt an indescribable irritation. Without saying a word, he took out a pistol from the table and fired a shot in front of them, which silenced them.

He turned around, pulled out his walkie-talkie, and started shouting, "Nobody can take meat from the Sparrow Gang! Get the lads out there and fight them! Damn it, let's see which hothead dares to go against us!"

However, there was no response from inside, only the hollow sound of radio waves. Seth suddenly sensed something was wrong and quickly asked the others, "Was anyone following you when you came back?"

"I swear on my ass, Seth, absolutely no one will follow," the young black man next to him swore. "If I break my promise, I'll have three men come and shove my ass up at the same time."

Seth breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly prepared to take his rifle from the styrofoam box next to him. He was able to take over the territory because he was fearless, had excellent marksmanship, and knew how to gather men.

He was confident that as long as he picked up a gun, that yellow-skinned kid would definitely be defeated.

Whoosh!

A bullet whistled through the air, and Seth froze on the spot, his hand still reaching for the box but too afraid to move.

He slowly turned around and saw two young men standing at the doorway, a white man and a yellow man who appeared to be of mixed race. The mixed-race man was slowly aiming a gun at his head. He dared not gamble whether his hand speed or the gun speed was faster.

[Child of Krypton, you have arrived at the Cave of Pleasure, a pool of depravity where tempters and claws of pleasure indulge in the depravity of desire.]

Li Xiao felt a wave of nausea. These men and women were playing a truly perverted game. The women used a knife to cut open the top, sprinkled white powder, and then tasted it. One of the women had both of her feet stuck inside. Basically, everyone had a size that fit them.

Several men, all wearing lipstick, were biting each other's microphones, especially the one on the far right who had a woman's breasts growing out of his body, sticking his body out so that people could reach inside.

Ignoring the screaming and cowering group, Bruce walked towards Seth, took out the machine gun from the styrofoam box under his venomous gaze, picked up the pistol next to him, and then decisively aimed at several members who had escaped from the fire. The whole action was smooth and even more skillful than Li Xiao's.

"What gang are you from?" Seth swallowed hard. "I don't remember offending you guys, buddy. Is there some misunderstanding here?"

"No, no, no, this is no misunderstanding." Li Xiao picked up the bath towel on the ground and threw it over. "Put this on first. After all, it's not appropriate to talk naked, is it? And your ring is pretty sexy, Boss Seth."

This thing was constantly looming in front of Li Xiao, and it was truly an eyesore. Tying a piece of iron to that spot and not worrying about the buildup of urine stains—this guy was really ruthless to himself.

Bruce drove his men to huddle in the corner. He took out a strap from his coat and tied their hands and feet tightly. As for the naked women, he ignored them; they were naked and posed no threat.

Seth took the towel and wrapped it around his waist, carefully examining Li Xiao as if trying to determine who he came from. Li Xiao pulled up a chair and sat down, his pistol pointed at Seth's chest the entire time: "Your men smashed my car, so it's perfectly reasonable for me to come looking for trouble, isn't it?"

Seth, wrapped in a bath towel, twitched his face. So that was the reason? He was so angry that his nostrils flared like a donkey's. Damn it, if he could escape unscathed this time, he would definitely teach the car thief a lesson. Just because he knocked on someone's car and got blocked at the door, he would rather it be a rival gang coming to cause trouble than be wiped out by this ridiculous reason.

"Name your price, bro," Seth slowly uttered. "I'll pay."

"Boss Seth is indeed a straightforward man." Li Xiao nodded approvingly. "In that case, I won't ask for more. I'll offer you $10."

"How much...how much!"

Upon hearing Li Xiao's offer, Seston felt a wave of dizziness. He didn't even have a tenth of his entire fortune, and Li Xiao was asking for 100,000 yuan. How could he possibly come up with that amount?

This is blatant extortion.

"Your men smashed a BMW i8 to pieces. Tell me, shouldn't they pay for it?"

Li Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly; it seemed this guy wasn't being honest.

"I should pay! But I'm sorry, I can't afford that much," Seth's voice sounded like it was bleeding. "I just paid my wedding gift yesterday, and I only have eight thousand dollars on hand right now. That's all I can offer. Consider it a lesson learned."

"Isn't the Sparrow Gang supposed to be good at collecting protection money? How come they're so poor? What kind of contribution do you need to pay?" Li Xiao frowned. A gang that can't even come up with 100,000 US dollars? How did they manage to survive?

Seth gave a wry smile: "You don't really think our gang of a dozen or so can take on a Yugoslavian gang of nearly thirty, do you? Let me tell you the truth, we hired the Blood Gang, who have a grudge against them. The price is that they'll take 60% of the protection money we collect, and the remaining 30% has to be used to buy equipment, feed our men, and pay taxes! You think I want to sleep in a sunroom? It's sunburnt so badly my skin is peeling off. I've actually wanted to live in a private villa for a long time."

Li Xiao's ears twitched almost imperceptibly. Seth's heartbeat was fast but quite regular, which confirmed that what he said was very likely true.

It turns out that the Sparrow Gang is destined to be someone else's lackeys. He originally hoped to squeeze more money out of them, but now it seems that was wishful thinking.

Just then, the white girl by the pool silently reached her hand into a hidden compartment by the pool, and Bruce raised his hand and shot her in the palm.

Unexpectedly, the girl let out a strange laugh and stretched out her pierced hand: "Look, guys, what's this?"

Li Xiao stared at her expressionlessly; her erratic behavior resembled that of a cult member.

"I actually have the same wound as the Holy Son, isn't that so cool?"

Having said that, she stretched out her hands, her face contorted with rage, and lunged at Li Xiao: "Heretic, I see disrespect for the Holy Son in your eyes!"

Li Xiao twisted the woman's arms behind her back and knocked her unconscious with a karate chop.

"Boss Seth, you actually have cult members hiding under your command. What a collection of geniuses!"

Li Xiao shook his head. This group of people was not only perverted, but also had traitors among them.

"Bitch, this whore managed to keep it a secret so well?!" Seth was furious, kicking over a plastic chair and stomping on the unconscious woman. "I only let her join because she was good at tattooing, who knew her brain was full of Jesus's piss!"

He never imagined that someone would fall ill right under his nose.

Li Xiao moved the gun barrel, and Seth reluctantly stopped. Li Xiao squatted down and opened the woman's eyelids. Her pupils were unfocused, and a strange smile was still on her lips. Even though she was unconscious, her fanaticism had not subsided.

Li Xiao casually tossed the woman aside. At that moment, her arm hung down naturally, and some patterns seemed to be visible under her armpit. Upon closer inspection, Li Xiao saw that the wrinkles were embroidered with images of Jesus being crucified and Latin words for the Church of Jesus.