It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

The rooftop revolving restaurant.

"See that blonde, blue-eyed foreign girl? In my old driver's eyes, she's definitely not ordinary." Li Xianyu pounced on the table and wolfed down his food, whispering to Jin Gang beside him.

His eating manners are anything but elegant. Every time he overuses his powers, it brings him immense hunger and emptiness, and only food can satisfy his desires at that moment.

They met with envoys from the United States representing bloodlines: the Association of Superpowered Individuals, the official bloodline organization in the US. "Bloodline" is a Chinese term; in the US, people of bloodline refer to themselves as superpowered individuals, God's chosen ones, and descendants of God.

Unlike "private enterprises" like Baoze Group, the Superpowered Individuals Association is a truly official organization, directly under the US government. Superpowered individuals are quite active; some infiltrate the public to fight evil and promote good, while others work quietly in various government departments. Some even work in the entertainment industry, revealing their identities to the public in alternative ways.

"How does it compare to Thunder War Maiden?" King Kong commented, "Both have sculpted faces."

Her features are exquisite and three-dimensional; in your words, she's become a sculpture... Li Xianyu has a good eye for beauty: "They each have their own merits."

Thunder Valkyrie's skin tone and features lean towards the Asian stigmata, but her features are well-defined, especially her beautiful nose; a straight, prominent nose perfectly describes her. She blends the delicacy of an Eastern woman with the depth of a Western woman, making her incredibly charming and a rare beauty.

As for Victoria, she should be a very outstanding beauty in the American Superpower Association.

He took a swig of red wine and burped contentedly: "I'm more curious about what these Americans are doing here."

"Because of the Pantheon," someone behind them said.

Li Xianyu turned his head and saw a bearded uncle sitting down with a steak in his hand. He didn't have a knife, fork, or chopsticks in his hand. He just made a few strokes in the air with his index finger, and the steak was cut into uniformly shaped and sized pieces of beef.

"Senior," Li Xianyu said, "Isn't the Pantheon part of our country? Do these Americans really want to get involved?"

He's just a smooth talker, not a womanizer at all, completely different from the "girl killer." Speaking of the "girl killer," I haven't seen him in the group chat for days. Poor guy, trapped in this damn virtual world.

Kato Taka picked up a piece of steak with his fingers and tossed it into his mouth like a bean, saying, "To prevent the world from being destroyed and to protect world peace, bloodline organizations in various countries have signed alliances to fight against illegal and criminal rogue cultivators or cultists. You can think of it as a global anti-terrorism agreement. Currently, 127 countries have signed alliances with our country. This does not include the United States, so many criminal bloodlines choose to flee to the United States to escape capture. A few days ago, the third son of the Shen family committed a crime and fled to the United States overnight."

"What does this have to do with the Pantheon?" Li Xianyu wondered.

"By signing a defensive alliance, the United States will have a legitimate reason to intervene in the Pantheon ruins and profit from it." Kato Taka winked and said, "There's a saying: 'If you're in trouble, I'll help you; I live next door, and my surname is Wang.'"

Jin Gang added, "We do this kind of thing all the time; it's basic stuff. Besides, whether the Pantheon is a blessing or a curse, or even if we can find it, is another matter entirely. Using it to exchange for an alliance is a win for us. Although the Dharma King's cultivation isn't that great, he always has a good overall perspective. His decision might seem like a loss in the short term, but in the long run, it's definitely a win."

The Dharma King's spiritual cultivation isn't that great...

This was the Nth time Li Xianyu had heard such a comment.

Thunder War Maiden said the same thing, Li Bai said the same thing, and Sanwu said the same thing.

He's supposed to be the Minister of Law Enforcement, how could his cultivation level be so low?

"Let's not talk about that. Kato Taka-senpai, do you know who that woman is?" Li Xianyu glanced at him.

"Her? Victoria, the leader of Group 68 of the American Superpowered Individuals Association. Her superpower is 'Iron,' the association's female warrior, and also a goddess." Kato Taka draped his left arm over Li Xianyu's shoulder and chuckled, "Falling in love with her?"

Li Xianyu laughed awkwardly: "Haha, who doesn't like beautiful women?"

Kato Taka refused to admit defeat, putting his arm around his shoulder and continuing the conversation: "White girls aren't so easy to conquer, and besides, you have kidney deficiency."

"Kidney deficiency doesn't stop me from wanting to seduce her. I've heard foreign women are quite open-minded?" Li Xianyu said flirtatiously.

"snort!"

Among the delegation, a handsome young man with blond hair snorted coldly.

"What's wrong?" Victoria asked with a smile.

She had a pair of eyes as blue as the ocean, and standard Caucasian features—refined and striking. Her fair, milky skin was dotted with freckles, and yes, standard Caucasian freckles.

"Sister, those people over there are talking about you." Ryder frowned, making no attempt to hide his disgust, and said in dialect, "Vulgar and unpleasant-sounding, uncultured yellow-skinned monkeys."

"Why bother arguing with them?" Victoria said dismissively.

She had long been accustomed to the gossip and judgment of the men around her, while her younger brother Ryder, on the other hand, had exceptionally sharp ears. Every time he heard those men fantasizing about his sister, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys ached. So, as he grew up, he rarely went out with his sister.

The delegation of nine members from the Superpower Association, led by Vice President Gergiel, visited the United States to prepare for the upcoming alliance agreement.

Giger, with the standard height and bulging muscles of a Caucasian, was drinking and chatting with the Thunder King, making it look like two bears had stumbled into a human feast.

Giger said, "What a sumptuous lunch, served with 82 Lafite. Your company's sincerity is truly evident."

The Thunder King said that our two countries have always been friends since ancient times, and we will always remember the history of the War of Resistance against Japan. In recent years, our brotherly feelings have faded, but that doesn't matter. As long as we are united, we are still brothers with a bond stronger than gold.

Ryder muttered in a dialect no one could understand, "Is this the shamelessness and utter shamelessness of politicians? It's just the most ordinary red wine. They've become increasingly arrogant in recent years. When the Taoist and Buddhist Association was in charge, the scale of their receptions was much more grand than it is now. And Baoze is just an organization that has only been established for a few years."

Besides the nine members of the Superpower Association, only Thunder King and Thunder War Maiden were present at the table at Baoze's side. No senior employees from the company were willing to attend the dinner, which was quite awkward, but this was Baoze's current situation.

The bloodline members strictly carry out company tasks, but they are a group of unruly madmen. The Thunder King can only yell at them during work hours; he wouldn't dare do so in private, or he would get beaten up.

His appointment as Minister of Law Enforcement was due to his strong sense of the big picture and the fact that he was handpicked, not to his actual abilities. In fact, in terms of combat effectiveness alone, he was at the bottom among the senior staff.

Victoria took a sip of red wine, her cheeks flushed, and smiled, "The fact that Baoze Group was able to replace the Taoist and Buddhist Association in just a few years and gain a foothold in the bloodline world shows that it is not to be underestimated, especially that Swordholder."

When Victoria spoke of that legendary figure, her eyes shone with fascination.

"Disappointed, aren't you? He didn't even show up," Ryder muttered. "Maybe he's already forgotten about you. Who remembers a nobody like you?"

Victoria, feeling hurt, glared fiercely at her brother.

Two years ago, when she was on a mission in the Middle East, she was ambushed by the enemy. Just when she was in despair, a young man appeared out of nowhere and saved her from the brink of death.

Victoria still remembers his first words: "Hey, American girl, if you're not dead, say something."

His last words upon parting were: "I'm sorry, I don't like Western food."

What's omitted is the heartbreaking story of a beautiful woman who offered herself to a man to save her life, only to be politely rejected.

We haven't seen each other since then.