Taoist priest goes to America

"This skill..." Li An did not hesitate and immediately chose [Code Psychic].

How can we directly understand the operating logic of computer systems and find vulnerabilities or bypass methods in security networks and electronic devices?

This skill, if applied to a city, would be a game-changer; anyone looking to make a living could at least be a top-tier hacker.

Moreover, he had an even more important reason in mind: Isya's private slush fund.

He spent all of Ides' money, but he didn't touch Isya's money.

Isya has a string of numbers in his memory, which is still quietly sitting on a bank's server, not stored in any of Ides's family's bank records, and even Ides doesn't know about it.

That was a private account that Isya had secretly accumulated over many years, containing a full seven hundred thousand US dollars. This money was his backup plan, kept secret from everyone, and remained there even after his death.

When Ang Lee turned to the page of Isaiah's memory, he realized that only he himself knew of its existence. So he readily accepted it.

[Code Psychic] enabled him to access the bank's backend system, find vulnerabilities in the security system and review process, and transfer account permissions from the deceased's name to new accounts.

However… he stood up, took out the roughly carved apotropaic wooden puppet, pressed it against Ren Jianhua's forehead, and pushed it inward with his spiritual power. The corpse's form shrank, shrinking into a palm-sized wooden puppet, which was then tied around his waist.

The most urgent task now is to resolve the identity issue; without identity, a bank account cannot be opened.

Ang Lee unlocked his phone and dialed Gu Jinghong's number.

"Hey, Lao Gu."

"It's me, your fellow villager. I need a new identity," Li An said.

"Huh?" A soft sound came from Gu Jinghong's end, the bottom of a porcelain cup hitting the table. "Fellow villager, what kind do you want?"

"You need a driver's license, SSN, Social Security card, and state ID card (state ID card), the kind that's so well forged that it can be traced and looks almost identical to the real thing without careful examination."

"And it has to be the full package. Can you find someone to do that?"

"The...full set?" Gu Jinghong's voice lowered on the other end of the phone, as if he were whispering.

"right."

A commotion came from the other end of the phone; someone was rummaging through something. "I know someone, his nickname is K, you can just call him K-bro."

"This person used to work in the Lower Manhattan area, but later moved to Flushing. The fake documents he made all came from 'legitimate channels' and were of very high quality. They were made by using the ID cards of dead people and replacing them with fake ones. You wouldn't notice them unless you looked closely."

"Don't worry, fellow villager, he won't make those cheap, shoddy products."

"I'm a long-time customer of his, and I can vouch for you with my own chest. I've never seen him get caught making fake documents."

"How much does it cost?"

"Well..." Gu Jinghong hesitated, "It will probably cost between two thousand five hundred and four thousand US dollars, depending on the quality of the goods... If it's a high-quality one, it might cost over four thousand..."

After saying that, Gu Jinghong quickly added, "But if you really want it, I can help you negotiate the price. I've gotten my goods from him a few times, and he knows I'm a regular customer."

Ang Lee walked to the bedroom window sill. The floor-to-ceiling quartz windowsill was just the right width. Ang Lee sat down sideways, one foot on the windowsill and the other dangling down.

He looked at the pale yellow moon outside the window and switched the phone to his other hand. "Send me K's contact information and address, and say you introduced him."

"Okay, I'll send it right away."

"Hmm... K-bro." Li An pondered, then decided to go directly to the address, kill the man who transports corpses, and see if he could get a skill that allows him to forge documents.

Otherwise, I'd have to spend over two thousand five hundred dollars to buy the certificate. Killing him directly would not only save me that two thousand five hundred dollars, but I'd also get an extra corpse servant. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

"Well, if you're still undecided, fellow villager... I can go with you." Gu Jinghong suddenly spoke up, interrupting Li An's murderous intent.

"That person will be easier to talk to when he sees me." Gu Jinghong added after saying that, "I won't charge you any fees, fellow villager. I'm just helping you make the connection, after all, you and he are both my friends..."

"You'd better give me the phone number and address as soon as possible," Li An said.

"Okay, I'll send it right away..." Gu Jinghong's voice trailed off.

Ang Lee hung up the phone and took it away from his ear. The moonlight streaming through the window shone through the glass, casting a thin layer of light on him.

"Damn... what's wrong with me? My murderous intent seems a bit too strong..." Li An patted his face.

He glanced down at the screen and a text message popped up—a number and an address.

After watching for a while, Ang Lee finally pressed the screen-off button.

We can't be too hasty. We need to make sure everything goes perfectly. What if we kill that guy K but he doesn't reveal the skill for forging documents? Wouldn't we be shooting ourselves in the foot?

Looking at his black-screen phone, Ang Lee mentally calculated that he had almost spent the $2,100 he received from Nigel, leaving him with only $800 and a few dozen dollars in change.

The remaining money wasn't even enough to cover the rent for the apartment. Apartments in the suburbs of New York City cost at least $2,200 to $3,000 per month, plus utilities, which would add almost another $200.

Living here means his fixed monthly expenses are at least $2,400. And he currently has no stable source of income, no job, and no reliable source of cash.

Ang Lee needs to find a way to make money within the next few days, at least the initial amount, before he can access the $700,000 in Isyan.

Oh right, and there's also Nigel the Cleaner. He promised someone nine hundred dollars to buy a corpse from a special profession, which is quite an expense. If this continues, it'll probably have to be put on hold for now.

As for a stable way to make money... Li An slapped his forehead and stood up from the quartz windowsill.

I was so stupid! There was a perfectly legitimate path to making money right in front of me, but I was so blinded by greed that I didn't even realize it.

Ang Lee jumped off the windowsill and stood on the floor.

How could he forget this? Selling corpses was his first pot of gold. He sold the body of that drug-addicted homeless man to Nigel for two thousand one hundred dollars.

There weren't many corpses to sell before, either because we were busy running away or because we were feeding Old White and Doyle to improve their strength. At the time, improving strength was the most important thing, but now we need to re-prioritize things.

However, I was also confused because I hadn't done it for a long time and had forgotten the business I "started" in.

He goes out and kills people on the street, then sells the bodies to Nigel, making money from each one. And he doesn't need to target ordinary people; New York is full of gangsters, villains, and scum. He'll be a masked vigilante like Batman, but without a no-kill policy.

Kill those thugs, take their cash, and sell their bodies—two birds with one stone.