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

[Name: El Milan, Wealth: 8.5 Gold Coins (Unable to View)]

Zhou Feng immediately turned his snobbish eye on the matter.

But clearly, this young heiress's wealth far exceeded his own, and he was unable to access any information.

"Sir, why are you picking up trash in front of my house?"

The girl tilted her head, her deep blue, melancholic eyes looking at him with a kind inquiry, like an angel fallen to earth.

Zhou Feng raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

I never expected that picking up trash in front of someone else's house would get me caught by the person in question.

This luck is unbelievable.

In order to keep the girl calm and prevent her from thinking that he was a pervert who rummaged through her trash and then called the police to take him away.

Zhou Feng's histrionic personality began to take over.

Suddenly, his eyes reddened, and he forced out a few tears that clung to the corners of his eyes as he spoke with a pained and self-reproachful expression.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am! I... I didn't mean to, I... I was just so hungry! I have two elderly people at home who are bedridden... (and so on for a thousand words)"

Zhou Feng can spout these lines effortlessly, and his performance is just right.

He vividly portrayed a good man who bore a heavy burden in a family on the verge of breaking up.

In short, it's about a gambling dad, a sick mom, a younger sister who's still in school, and a broken man.

Mi Lan, a 23-year-old girl, had never seen such mysterious combos from the East before, and was immediately stunned by them.

After listening to Zhou Feng's story, she covered her mouth, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and crystal-clear tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Waaaaaah, oh my god, sir, you're so pitiful!"

Zhou Feng looked at Mi Lan, who was squatting on the ground crying, with some guilt.

This rich young woman... seems a bit too gullible?

Didn't her family teach her not to trust strangers?

A little while later.

Mi Lan finally calmed down and then reached into her pocket.

Then he took out a wad of crumpled banknotes and handed them to Zhou Feng.

She looked up at Zhou Feng, her eyes red-rimmed, her voice muffled.

"Sir, this is all the cash I have on me. Take it. If you ever go hungry, you can come to me. My name is El Milan."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Feng did not respond. Looking into her pure eyes, he felt as if something had scratched his heart.

She really was born! Such a naive little rich girl! And I even lied to her!

"I can't accept the money. I have hands and feet and can earn my own money. Also, this was found in your trash can, so I'm returning it to you."

As he spoke, he handed over the iPhone 17.

Mi Lan gently shook her head and pushed the phone back.

"Since you found it, sir, then I'll give it to you."

Zhou Feng was somewhat taken aback. A phone worth over a thousand yuan was given away so easily; this woman was truly rich.

He took the phone, feeling a sense of unease.

Does this mean I'm living off a woman?

Those despicable capitalists are actually trying to corrupt my soul with money!

Come on! Insult me ​​with your money!

Unaware of Zhou Feng's thoughts, Mi Lan softly said goodbye.

Then, with a click, the door closed, separating the outside world from the inside, seemingly preventing even sunlight from entering.

Zhou Feng shrugged, treating it as just a minor incident.

Time is tight and tasks are heavy.

He put away his phone and continued on to the next jungle location.

[A piece of old newspaper, valued at 2 cents]

[A set of high-end tableware that has been broken, valued at: $1]

[A pair of worn-out sneakers, valued at $30]

[Two copies...]

……

We hadn't gone far.

Zhou Feng spotted another high-value item in a corner.

[A trash can containing an expensive display screen, 95% new, with slight oxidation and rust on the bezel, no obvious problems, value: $250]

Zhou Feng stepped forward, about to roll up his sleeves and reach down.

A piercing siren suddenly blared. Upon hearing it, Zhou Feng didn't even turn his head; he instinctively took off running.

Just kidding, if he, an undocumented immigrant, gets caught again, the consequences could be unpredictable.

After running for a while, Zhou Feng realized that the police car hadn't caught up. Just as he was wondering about this, he heard a few muffled sounds like metal clashing behind him.

boom!

Boom!

Zhou Feng immediately recognized the sound as that of a shotgun and looked in the direction of the sound.

A few hundred meters away from their street, a blond white man in a yellow shirt was seen with a crazed expression, wildly firing a shotgun at the police car.

Not far from the attacked police car, a uniformed body lay on the highway, its wounds unidentified, the blood staining the asphalt red.

In the trunk of the police car, there was a police officer clutching his bleeding arm, his face contorted in pain.

Although American police cars are bulletproof, the white man was getting closer and closer, and the situation was extremely dangerous.

Zhou Feng glanced at it and then prepared to leave.

Just kidding, this is a shotgun! The king of close combat.

As an unarmed, law-abiding citizen, it would be best for him to stay away from this place.

However, the system voice sounded again after a long absence.

[Ding! Selective task issued]

[While wandering the world, you discovered a lost soul bewitched by a witch's potion (enhancer) attacking the Imperial Guards. The situation is dire; one guard has already fallen, and the remaining guards are fighting desperately. The following mission is now issued.]

[Option 1, Turn Around and Leave: You are a heartless witcher; the lives and deaths of ordinary people are none of your concern, so you choose to turn around and leave.]

[Reward: Speed ​​attribute +0.1, obtain the title "Divine Speed", the wearer's speed attribute is increased by 100%]

[Option Two, Offer Help: As a righteous demon hunter, you cannot allow innocent lives to perish before your eyes, so you choose to offer help.]

[Rewards: Random skill x1, Strength attribute +0.1, Legendary skill fragment (gold) x1 (collect five fragments to exchange for any legendary skill)]

Zhou Feng paused, glanced at the mission details, and when his gaze fell on the reward of the first option, he couldn't help but frown.

Are you trying to make fun of me?

Am I, Zhou Feng, the kind of person who deserts in the face of battle and abandons those in dire need?

With that in mind, he changed direction and headed towards the mission location.

As a model citizen, how could I possibly stand by and watch someone die?

I'm a kind-hearted person and can't bear to see anyone sacrifice themselves. It's definitely not because of legendary skill fragments or anything like that.

Old Ji is so noble, he moved me to tears.

……

……

[Name: Zhou Feng]

[Wealth Points: 650 Gold Coins (1 point = 1 US Dollar)]

[Strength: 1.1 (The constitution of a normal adult male in the Empire is 1)]

[Speed: 0.9]

[Spirit: 1.4]

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

[Skills: Snobbishness, Demon Hunter's Fist]

[System Shop: Not Open]