The American kill line? I, a demon hunter, don't eat beef.

Skid Row

Zhou Feng was in a good mood, carrying the fast food he had bought on the way.

I made 40,000 yuan today, so I don't think I'll have to worry about money for the next two months.

Next, all we need to do is wait for the company registration to be completed before we can open for business.

Great, we're one step closer to giving up beef.

As Zhou Feng pondered this, he walked toward the company.

But what he didn't notice was that a black Chevrolet had been quietly following him for fifty meters down the street.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Matthew's face, which was contorted with anger.

His eyes were cold as he silently watched Zhou Feng's retreating figure, lost in thought.

……

Hollywood Boulevard, Frolic Room Bar

Neon lights flickered in the dim smoke, and a chaotic dance floor was filled with men and women dressed in revealing outfits, some dancing wildly, others entwined together. The jarring heavy metal music made eardrums ache, and the smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of smoke made people feel physically uncomfortable.

In a corner, five heavily tattooed men sat in a booth. Empty bottles littered the glass coffee table, and playing cards were excitedly slammed onto the table, accompanied by curses and cheers.

On the other side, Ma Xiuzheng held the syringe and injected white powder into his arm, his eyes immediately becoming unfocused.

The bald man at the gambling table glanced at Matthew, casually tossed down a card, and said in a nonchalant tone.

"Hey Matthew, what's up with you today? You've already used three times your usual amount so quickly. Something's on your mind?"

Upon hearing this, the other gamblers at the table also looked up and started joking with him.

"Judging from his defiant look, I'm afraid his old flame from the streetwalking scene has been taken advantage of by a pig."

"Hard to say, didn't he previously throw around three thousand dollars trying to pick up a woman in the red-light district, only to have her completely ignore him?"

"Hahahaha, I've heard about this before, but I never thought it was true."

Matthew was already out of his mind due to the effects of the drugs, so he didn't react at all when faced with the gamblers' mockery.

The bald man frowned and leaned closer to hear what Matthew was saying. He heard him repeating a few words over and over.

"Forty thousand dollars...my...yellow-skinned monkey stole...Skid Row..."

The bald man's pupils contracted. "How much?"

He grabbed Matthew from the booth and slapped him across the face.

"Fuck you! Wake up, you bastard!"

Seeing that he didn't react, the bald man slapped him three more times, causing Matthew's face to swell up instantly.

The others at the gambling table looked puzzled, not understanding why he suddenly started slapping Matthew so hard, but they still got up and left the place in tacit agreement to avoid getting into trouble.

This time, Matthew finally reacted. He opened his eyes groggily, feeling a burning pain on his face.

Before me stood the angry, ferocious face of a bald man.

Matthew spoke up, somewhat bewildered.

"Lotte? What's wrong? Who made you angry?"

Roth scoffed, "I'm asking you, you just said some yellow-skinned monkey stole forty thousand dollars from you, tell me, where did you get so much money?"

Matthew was initially stunned, wondering how he knew, before he immediately realized that he must have let it slip when he was high.

FUCK! Matthew really wanted to slap himself.

But there's no time to dwell on that now.

Because this bald man named Roth is a member of the Bloods' branch in Skid Row.

Although he was a low-level drug smuggler in the gang, he was still capable of killing him!

Given the current situation, Matthew immediately and honestly explained the whole story in detail.

After learning what had happened, Roth licked his lips greedily. That was forty thousand US dollars!

With this money, he could easily use it to support his boss, and maybe he would never have to do dirty and tiring work like smuggling and drug trafficking again.

He looked at Matthew: "Are you sure that yellow-skinned monkey also lives in Skid Row?"

Matthew immediately nodded in agreement: "That's right, I saw him go in with my own eyes, but he seems to be doing quite well inside, he's dressed decently, not like a homeless person."

Roth sneered, "Not bad? In Skid Row, no one has ever dared to say that to the Bloods."

He patted Matthew on the shoulder: "You lead the way tomorrow. I'll get a few brothers, and we'll make him cough up that $40,000!"

Matthew could only reluctantly agree. He wasn't entitled to a share of the money that the gang had their eyes on; he could only hope they would teach that yellow-skinned monkey a lesson and vent his anger.

……

Meanwhile, Zhou Feng returned to the company.

The office was quiet. Kane was staring blankly at his messy hair, typing lines of code into his computer.

Raymond was sleeping on the table, with a thick stack of documents and forms wrapped in folders next to him.

Carter hasn't come back yet; he's probably still handing out business cards.

Zhou Feng nodded with satisfaction. Everyone was working hard for the company's future!

Without disturbing the two, he gently put down the fast food in his hand and tiptoed out.

On the way, Zhou Feng suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a date with Grace.

So he hurriedly went back to the hotel, took a shower, and changed into a new black suit, red tie, and brown leather shoes, completely suppressing his usual loser-like demeanor.

In the mirror was a supermodel monster, 183 cm tall, with a strong and well-built physique, sharp eyes, a high nose bridge, and perfect facial contours, who naturally attracted attention.

Zhou Feng nodded in satisfaction. He was quite confident in his looks, possessing the standard appearance of an Asian male god.

He glanced at the time and saw he had half an hour left, so he hailed a taxi on his phone and headed to the agreed-upon location.

……

Night falls

Downtown Los Angeles.

Zhou Feng waited quietly for Grace in front of a clothing store.

In just a short time, two white women and three men had already tried to add him on Facebook... No, he forgot that this is America, a country where everyone is equal and free, and you can't assume someone's gender.

On a purely idealistic note, what if someone else thinks I'm an armed helicopter?

It could also be a Walmart shopping bag.

That's ridiculous.

Zhou Feng chuckled to himself as he thought about it, and thankfully, he didn't have to wait too long.

A familiar figure walked towards us from the street in the distance.

Grace changed out of her casual outfit from this morning and instead wore a khaki trench coat over a black lace bralette, which accentuated her impressive bust.

A pair of dark blue jeans perfectly accentuated her long, shapely legs.

The aura of a sophisticated urban woman was overwhelming, leaving Zhou Feng somewhat stunned. He had always been powerless against this kind of mature, elegant style since he was a child.

Not to mention that Grace is a stunning beauty with a perfect figure.

"Hi, Feng."

Grace's cheeks were slightly flushed from the wind. She raised her hand and waved to Zhou Feng with a smile from a distance.

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