From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

There's still one week left.

If I'm lucky enough to collect a lot of corpses, I might be able to gain the ability to fight Arthur.

However, fate seemed to be against Ye Xiao. For several days in a row, no new corpses were found in the vast city of Seattle.

Damn it, isn't America supposed to be a free country where gunfights happen every day?

Ye Xiao's phone has been ringing off the hook.

The research needs of the other dozen or so senior students were almost entirely supported by Ye Xiao alone.

But what can be done?

Ye Xiao couldn't possibly create several corpses himself, could he?

In his previous life, he was just a merchant, not a butcher!

"Four hundred!"

On the phone, Chris, the third senior apprentice from Australia, was almost frantic.

"Ye, if you get me a complete corpse, I'll give you double the reward!"

"Please, Ye! My project is just one last step away!"

Can't you use it more sparingly?

No wonder people say there are fewer people abroad!

In the dormitory, Ye Xiao sighed with melancholy.

"I'll try, Chris, I'll try."

"But you know, things are so peaceful outside right now, I can't exactly tie up two people alive for you, can I?"

Ye Xiao scratched his head in distress, a long list written on a piece of paper beside him.

This isn't some Death Note where writing your name will kill you.

The number following each name represents how many corpses are needed.

Even Ye Xiao, who used to be a businessman, couldn't help but marvel at how incredibly advanced American medicine was.

Are there not enough people to kill?

"Thump, thump, thump."

However, just as Ye Xiao was worrying, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Thump, thump, thump."

"Who is it?"

Ye Xiao asked, puzzled.

"This is FedEx, you have a package, sir."

"A package? I didn't buy anything."

Ye Xiao opened the door in confusion, but suddenly a gun barrel was thrust through the crack in the door, the dark muzzle pointed at Ye Xiao!

Two Mexican men walked in, one of them glancing around warily before closing the door.

"Miguel, it's safe outside."

"Okay, Rafa."

Miguel, holding a pistol, turned around and looked at Ye Xiao with a mocking expression.

Good evening, Ye Xiao.

"Do you remember that you owe Mpower a sum of money?"

Ye Xiao felt a chill in his heart; he hadn't expected the debt collectors to arrive so quickly.

"Are you from the company?"

"Don't talk nonsense, we're just here to collect the debt on behalf of our friend."

Miguel brandished his pistol: "Isn't there an old saying at Tokyo University: 'Paying back debts is a matter of course'?"

"You're quite cultured."

Ye Xiao sneered, but little did he know that this only made the old Mo even angrier.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Either you hand over $11 now, or we'll send you to meet your maker!"

Hearing this, Ye Xiao was stunned.

"11? I only borrowed 10, and I even had to pay it back in installments."

"Haha, aren't you being far too naive?"

Rafa suddenly laughed behind him, licked his chapped lips, and said maliciously.

"You'd better think this through. There are many ways to repay the loan. You're so fair-skinned and delicate, I'm sure you're very popular with rich women, right? Maybe even some rich men, hahaha!"

Damn it, you think you'll die if you can't pay back your money?

Ye Xiao instantly understood his situation.

He had already been classified as a non-performing debt by that financial company and sold off cheaply to some gray-area debt collection companies.

Then those shady debt collection companies would contact local gangs and come directly to their addresses.

Given America's advanced level of development, as long as they can catch someone, there are naturally many ways to extract enough money from them.

"Yes, I'm warning you, abandon all illusions!"

Miguel raised an eyebrow, his face beaming with pride. "We're illegal immigrants; those police officers don't have any identification information about us!"

"Even if you disappear, they will never be able to find us!"

Absolutely no results found?!

Upon hearing this, Ye Xiao's heart began to stir, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Dead body.

Aren't there two bodies right in front of us?

If you're not going to give yourself a way to survive, then nobody should survive!

Ye Xiao gradually came to understand a fact after his experiences during this time in the world.

This is a cannibalistic country disguised as civilization!

If you don't want to be eaten by others, you must have enough power to devour those bastards who dare to covet you!

"Sure, you want money, right? I'll give it to you."

Ye Xiao stared at the two of them with a smile, his clear black and white eyes gradually becoming cloudy.

"You want 11?"

"No, things have changed. We want 12!"

"Of course, you can have as many as you want, I'll look for them."

Miguel couldn't help but burst into laughter as he watched Ye Xiao rummage through the cabinet.

"Hahaha, Rafa, I knew these damn Asians were cowards!"

"If you scare them even slightly, they'll immediately wet their pants and kneel down to hand over all their possessions."

"Next time I'll take you to see those Asian female students, they're so much fun! They cry so much! And they're so obedient!"

"Really, Miguel? I killed two Asians while I was playing, and it felt so good!"

"Gentlemen, the money is all here."

Ye Xiao slowly walked up, carrying a box in his hands.

Miguel excitedly took two steps forward, intending to reach out and dodge, but his pupils suddenly contracted sharply.

The moment he got close, a kitchen knife was already plunged into his chest!

"Heh, heh!"

When a person's lung is pierced by a sharp object, it causes the lung to collapse, the respiratory muscles to contract violently but cannot breathe, thus producing a wheezing sound similar to "hoarseness".

But Rafa, who burned books and buried scholars alive, didn't understand any of this.

He suddenly looked up, and froze on the spot, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Ye Xiao pressed down on his older brother Miguel's head, his expression calm and his tone indifferent.

"Take a deep breath; dizziness is normal."

Before he finished speaking, he stabbed her several more times.

With his combat proficiency, Ye Xiao's every strike was exceptionally precise and powerful, quickly turning Miguel's chest into a mangled mess.

The splattered blood on Ye Xiao's face added a touch of ferocity to his seemingly weak features.

"Didn't you like stabbing people? Do you still like it now?"

Miguel struggled desperately, but his strength grew weaker and weaker, and he could only watch helplessly as he was stabbed into a showerhead.

Rafa, standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded. He didn't even have the thought of resisting; all he wanted was to escape this damned den of demons as quickly as possible.

Only then did he realize that Ye Xiao's figure was so tall and muscular, and his muscles were far beyond what the two of them could match!

But Ye Xiao was not about to give him a chance to escape.

Just as Rafa was about to run to the door, Ye Xiao grabbed the frying pan next to him and swung it hard.

With a "bang," Rafa also collapsed and died on the ground.

"How many times have I told you, remember to wear a helmet when you go out to rob someone?"

Ye Xiao put down the frying pan and exhaled a deep breath.

The room was covered in blood, making Ye Xiao's dormitory look like a horror movie.

Perhaps it was because the past few days had been too depressing, or perhaps these two Mexicans had committed so many evils that they were not even human.

Ye Xiao thought he should be flustered and vomiting uncontrollably.

But at this moment, he was so calm that even he was somewhat surprised.

But what's more important now is that Ye Xiao has become a five-star good citizen of America.