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

The next day

Zhou Feng left the hotel early in the morning, walked to the car rental shop to rent a Ford Escape, and then drove to the pre-arranged location to meet his employer.

This commission was a whopping three thousand dollars, a great start for their Northern Security team, so they couldn't afford to be careless.

After driving for about half an hour, he arrived at the meeting place—the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

This is one of the busiest streets in Los Angeles, filled with cosplayers in outlandish costumes, including Spider-Man, Thor, Superman, and more.

As you walk past them, they will be very enthusiastic and want to take a photo with you, and they will hold your hand tightly as you leave.

But please don't misunderstand, they're not interested in you, but rather charge $50 for a single photo, which is roughly 350 RMB.

If you don't give it to them, they'll cling to you like glue and won't let go. If you encounter someone with a bad temper, they might even resort to physical violence.

Calling the police won't do any good; the person was wearing a cosplay mask and just ran away.

Zhou Feng wore sunglasses and a black suit, but with his hair slicked back and his back ramrod straight, giving off an unapproachable vibe that actually made him look quite convincing.

This was the security secret Raymond passed on to him before he left.

Always keep a sour face and never smile, to tell others not to mess with me!

And you also have to keep looking around to make the employer feel that you are attentive to the work and that the money has not been wasted.

Ten minutes passed.

A yellow taxi came to a smooth stop in front of Zhou Feng.

The car door opened, and Zhou Feng first saw a long, shapely leg emerge, followed by a youthful and energetic figure stepping out.

She wore light makeup and was considered a campus beauty. She wore a pink baseball jacket on top and tight jeans on the bottom.

The two plump and tender peaches stood proudly upright.

Zhou Feng checked the woman's face against the photo on the order, and after confirming that she was indeed today's employer, he went to greet her.

Simultaneously, a snobbish scan.

[Name: Chen Lu, Wealth Value: 3 Gold Coins (Viewable)]

[Personality Tags: (Appearance-obsessed) (Inexperienced) (Optimistic and Outgoing)]

[Biography: A native of Sichuan, China, a Douyin (TikTok) content creator with 600,000 followers. He came to the US to film a vlog about a day trip, but was a little scared traveling alone, so he hired a bodyguard online...]

"Hello ma'am, I am your personal bodyguard for today, my name is Zhou Feng."

Zhou Feng did not speak English, but spoke standard Mandarin.

[With deep pockets and abundant resources], it's launched!

[Favorability, Trust, ...↑↑↑]

Chen Lu looked up at Zhou Feng and thought to herself, "What a handsome young man! No one has ever caught my eye like him before. He's even more handsome than many celebrities!"

She exclaimed in surprise, "Bodyguard, are you really Chinese? I thought you were at most Asian when I looked at your profile."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Feng finally understood why the other party had specifically chosen him.

Perhaps they simply looked at their own photos and felt that they looked Chinese, making them more approachable?

He nodded. "Yes, ma'am, I only moved to the United States about a year ago. Your safety today is entirely my responsibility. Please rest assured, our company has strict rules and regulations to protect all your rights. Now, ma'am, please tell me where you would like to go next?"

Chen Lu smiled, took out her phone and waved it: "Let's wander around the neighborhood first. This is my first time in Los Angeles."

"Okay, ma'am."

Zhou Feng gestured for Chen Lu to go first, while he followed half a step behind her so that he could deal with any unexpected situations.

The area around the Hollywood Walk of Fame is quite safe; you rarely see folding structures used for "street performance art."

Both the vehicles and pedestrians were dressed much more expensively and exquisitely than those in other neighborhoods.

Chen Lu held up her phone and began taking pictures of the surrounding scenery.

Just then, she saw a cosplayer dressed as Captain America not far away, and her eyes lit up immediately. She ran over to him.

Zhou Feng did not stop him, but silently followed. A qualified bodyguard would only appear when the employer needed him.

"Sir, may I take a picture with you?"

Upon hearing this, "Captain America" ​​immediately nodded and struck a pose: "Sure!"

Chen Lu was surprised that the other party was so cooperative, so she also struck a pose and pressed the shutter several times.

After the photoshoot, she said thank you and then wanted to take photos with other cosplayers.

Unexpectedly, the "Captain America" ​​stopped her and reached out his hand, saying:

"Money! You can't just leave without paying. You took five photos, that's $250!"

Chen Lu was bewildered: "What money? Isn't this free?"

Captain America scoffed, "There's no such thing as free luncheon meat. If you can't pay, you can expect to be arrested!"

This is actually a common tactic they use. Los Angeles is a tourist city, and the Hollywood Walk of Fame is an extremely famous Instagrammable spot that attracts many new foreign tourists every year.

Most tourists would obediently hand over the money upon hearing this, since the violent law enforcement by American police is notorious worldwide.

Of course, even if they don't pay, these people won't call the police, since their behavior constitutes extortion, and if they do, they'll be the ones who get arrested.

But Chen Lu was visiting the United States for the first time and had no idea about these things.

Seeing that the other person was tall and strong, and looked menacingly about to attack him, he was so frightened that he shrank back.

Her English wasn't very good to begin with, and now she was so frightened that she stammered and didn't know what to say.

Captain America, however, was relentless and reached out to grab the Asian girl who looked like she could be easily blackmailed.

But some people were faster than him.

With a cold expression, Zhou Feng quickly shielded Chen Lu behind him, then grabbed "Captain America's" collar and exerted force with one hand.

He immediately threw him over his shoulder and yelled, "Get out!!!"

When passersby saw the fight, they immediately scattered and fled, fearing that they would be caught in the crossfire.

Meanwhile, Captain America was lying on the ground, completely bewildered.

If he wasn't mistaken, did the Asian man in the black suit just throw him over his shoulder with one hand?

What kind of joke is this, playing on God's underwear?!

I weigh over 220 pounds!

Realizing he had messed with the wrong person, "Captain America" ​​completely ignored the pain, immediately got up, bowed in apology, and fled as if his life depended on it.

Chen Lu witnessed the whole process and covered her mouth in surprise. Her eyes were full of admiration, almost sparkling with admiration.

"Wow! Bodyguard, you're amazing! You took down such a big guy in one go?"

Zhou Feng, mimicking the bodyguards in movies, smiled gently and nodded: "Protecting you is my duty."

Chen Lu maintained a shy expression, but inwardly she screamed.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

He's so manly! So handsome! So skilled!!!

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