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

Raymond was also holding a ceremonial cannon in his hand.

With a loud bang, colorful ribbons scattered all over the office.

Roger walked in through the main entrance, holding Lucy's hand in one hand and carrying a small cream cake in the other.

Zhou Feng was somewhat bewildered.

Celebrate? Nobody notified me!

Roger smiled and stepped forward to explain.

"This was my idea. We bought a cake to celebrate the successful completion of our company's first order."

Lucy rushed over and hugged Zhou Feng's leg, her voice childlike and innocent.

"Uncle Zhou Feng, you've worked so hard! Daddy bought a big cake, let's eat together!"

Zhou Feng patted her head and said softly, "Okay, how about we cut Lucy the biggest piece of cake later?"

Lucy cheered and jumped up excitedly.

Roger deliberately kept a straight face and said seriously, "Eat less sweets. Do you want to end up like those middle-aged men outside who have lost all their teeth by middle age?"

Upon hearing this, Lucy's smile froze. Thinking of the wrinkled and ugly faces of the uncles outside the door, she immediately shook her little head, her voice tinged with disappointment.

"I don't want to eat Daddy anymore, I don't want to become an ugly monster."

Zhou Feng suppressed a laugh. Roger was talking about the drug addicts on the street who, after inhaling too much drug, experienced gum recession, exposed tooth roots, and eventually lost all their teeth due to lack of support.

It doesn't really have much to do with whether the little girl eats sweets or not.

If I had to explain it, perhaps it's the profound love of an old father.

Carter picked up the drink he had bought earlier from the corner.

"Since Lucy is here today, we won't drink alcohol, we'll just have some Coca-Cola."

Everyone agreed without objection, and they brought out the folding table from the office and sat together to talk about the interesting things that happened that day.

Kane earnestly explained to everyone how he upgraded the company's app that day.

Carter and Raymond described with great enthusiasm how they outwitted and outmaneuvered their clients.

Roger shared his heartwarming moments with Lucy, prompting the remaining bachelors to exclaim that they also wanted to have a little girl.

Zhou Feng was drinking a beverage on the side, occasionally bursting into laughter at the others' antics.

Coca-Cola has gone through three rounds.

Zhou Feng remembered David, so he briefly told everyone about David.

Carter and the others looked at him as if they had seen a ghost.

Roger, however, was not surprised at all. After all, he had served in the military and knew the inside story of some of these things, so he wasn't too astonished.

Raymond was about to slam his fist on the table in anger, but when he caught a glimpse of Lucy's curious gaze, he abruptly pulled his hand back from mid-air and said, holding his breath.

"A bunch of parasites on society! They're living off taxpayers' money, yet they manage to do such insidious and despicable things!"

Kane patted him on the shoulder.

"Calm down, buddy. At least David met the boss and will be coming to our company for an interview tomorrow. That means we're about to welcome our seventh member. Isn't that a good thing?"

Cardi nodded: "Speaking of which, it's all thanks to Boss for picking us up from the streets, otherwise we'd be wandering somewhere right now."

Roger also expressed his complete agreement.

"Yes, back then, when I was with Lucy, we could only live under bridges and rely on relief food. At that time, I felt that my future with Lucy was bleak."

"Since the boss appeared, it's as if a ray of light has appeared in my world, giving me a glimmer of hope that has pulled me out of the mire little by little."

Zhou Feng chuckled twice. So, in their eyes, he was really that great?

But since the atmosphere had already reached this point, it would be inappropriate for him not to say something.

So he picked up the disposable paper cup and stood up.

"Everyone!"

Seeing this, everyone else also stood up.

Let us raise a toast to ourselves, to the future, and to hope!

The others exchanged glances and said in unison.

"Cheers!"

……

Since it wasn't a drinking party, after everyone finished the cake, they chatted for over an hour before starting to clean up the mess.

The cleaning was completed quickly.

Zhou Feng led Lucy by the hand, with Roger following behind, as they walked out.

Kane and the other two lived in the company premises, while Roger, who was with Lucy, rented a room outside.

Along the way, out of habit, Zhou Feng opened his eyes to the world and began to scan the homeless people on this street as well.

The situation here is a bit better than what he saw on his way back to the company; there are almost half as many people marked by the gang.

At the same time, he also discovered a pattern.

That is, homeless people who appear to be physically healthy and mentally sound are rarely marked.

Those who are usually marked are precisely the homeless people who are only one step away from death and are about to become Gundams.

A corpse collector?

The word came to Zhou Feng's mind.

Do gangs also have body collectors who make money by collecting corpses?

He thought this was very likely, after all, many homeless people in Skid Row turn into Gundams every month.

All the gangsters need to do is scout out the locations, and then go to harvest a batch of Gundams at a fixed time each month to earn a considerable reward.

It's just like harvesting vegetables.

That's so typical of America.

At this moment, Lucy tugged at Zhou Feng's hand and asked curiously, "Uncle Zhou Feng, what are you looking at?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Feng smiled and lowered his head. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a string of blue words floating above Lucy's head.

[Name: Lucy, Biography: ... (Marked by the Blood Clan)]

His smile froze abruptly, his steps faltered for a moment, then he quickly recovered and patted her head.

"Nothing much, just looking at the view from Skid Row."

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Feng asked again:

"Lucy, your uncle is asking if any strange people have been appearing near your house lately?"

Lucy thought for a moment, then shook her head somewhat blankly.

Roger added from the side, "I always take Lucy with me wherever I go, and I never leave her home alone."

Zhou Feng nodded thoughtfully, his gaze sweeping across the corner of the street without leaving a trace, and asked no further questions.

He certainly couldn't sit idly by and do nothing about this.

But the question is, why would the Blood Gang mark a young child?

Organ exchange? Or is there another purpose?

Zhou Feng said he was too lazy to think about it, as he remembered that the Blood Gang's branch headquarters was located in Skid Row.

Why don't you just find some time to ask?

What? What if the other party is unwilling to tell the truth?

Simple! I just don't eat beef!

……

……

[Name: Zhou Feng]

[Title: Wealthy and Generous (Rare)]

[Wealth Points: 70000 Gold Coins (1 point = 1 US Dollar)]

[Strength: 1.8 (The constitution of a normal adult male in the Empire is 1)]

[Speed: 1.2]

[Spirit: 1.9]

[Health Points: 100% (Dude, you can outlive a turtle.)]

[Skills: Snobbishness, Demon Hunter's Fist, Eagle Eye, Hundred Faces]

[Backpack: None]

[System Shop: Not Open]