A priest in North America, what the hell is the Demon Gate system?

The scene was chaotic.

Half of the Cadillac's body was embedded in the store, and the glass was shattered all over the floor.

The shop sign was knocked askew by the impact, with only half of the power line hanging down, swaying precariously.

The white homeless man was huddled next to the cashier, breathing intermittently. Li Ang scanned him with his divine sense and found that several ribs had pierced his lungs. He was basically in the state of waiting in line to see Brother Jesus.

Li Ang looked at the Escalade again. The airbag in the driver's seat had deployed, and through the broken window, he could see a dark-skinned man slumped over the steering wheel, his skull ripped open—the same surgery Kennedy had performed—and he was already lifeless.

"Hehe, there's takeout here too~" Li Ang muttered to himself, then squatted down.

The homeless man's eyes were wide open, his pupils were dilated, his breathing was weak, his chest was like a blower, and blood kept seeping from the corner of his mouth.

His expression was one of great pain, his brows furrowed and his teeth clenched tightly, as if he were enduring some unbearable torment.

"Addiction relapse + severe internal injury, his body must be experiencing a extreme internal conflict..."

Li Ang reached out and gently covered his eyes with his palm.

Rest in peace, my child.

Li Ang's voice was soft and gentle.

But the moment his palm touched the homeless man, the Red Furnace Snow-Lighting Sutra had already begun to operate.

A surge of energy was drawn from the homeless man's body, flowing slowly down his arm meridians into his dantian.

The homeless man's body trembled slightly.

But his expression changed; his brows gradually relaxed, and his clenched teeth loosened, transforming him from a state of extreme pain into one of peace and tranquility.

His breathing gradually slowed down, and finally stopped completely.

His lips curled up slightly, a hint of a smile in them.

Li Ang released his grip, and the homeless man's eyes were already closed, his expression peaceful, as if he had been coaxed to sleep.

[Ding! Congratulations, Steward, you have started the sect name collection quest.]

Current title: Crimson Furnace Demon Lord

[Title Requirements: Absorb the Qi and Blood of 100 People Using the Red Furnace Snow-Igniting Scripture; Title Reward: Constitution +2]

Current progress: 1/100

A system notification sounded softly in my mind.

Li Ang stood up and stretched his wrists. The blood and qi he had absorbed were being automatically refined by the Red Furnace Snow Refining Scripture. Although the amount was small, the quality was acceptable, at least giving him a boost.

He found that he wasn't hungry at all, and he felt much more energetic, as if he had just woken up from a good night's sleep and had a cup of Nescafé espresso with eight sugar cubes and a spoonful of Milo.

Fennes stood to the side, watching Li Ang with great interest.

"Tsk tsk, isn't this murder? You're such a devil." Fenneus crossed his arms, his forearms barely visible.

"No need to praise me, I simply sent him back to the Lord's embrace," Li Ang replied without changing his expression.

"Hey! I wasn't complimenting you!"

"I'm getting anxious."

Just as the two were talking, hurried footsteps and sirens came from outside the store, followed by a shout: "Don't move, you people inside! Philadelphia Police Department!"

A figure in a dark jacket slipped in from the store entrance, holding a Glock pistol, the muzzle of which quickly swept across the entire interior of the store.

But when the other party saw Li Ang for the first time, he was stunned for a moment, and then pointed his gun downwards.

"Father Li?"

Li Ang also recognized the person.

It was Detective Jones from the previous anniversary celebration.

"Detective Jones, it's been a long time. Philadelphia is indeed bustling." Li Ang greeted him with a smile.

"Please excuse my poor appearance, Father." Jones glanced at the Escalade.

"This guy is a local gangster, suspected of two murders and numerous thefts." He put away his gun, walked over to the Escalade, and glanced at the dead black man in the driver's seat.

"Congratulations, Detective, you've got your job done now," Li Ang said with a smile.

Jones nodded, his gaze falling on the peacefully deceased homeless man at Leon's feet.

"Who is this person...?"

"Sigh... He was standing right at the door when the car rushed in and he was..." Li Ang said with a pained expression.

"I saw him off on his final journey, and let him return to the embrace of the Lord, Amen."

Jones looked at the homeless man's peaceful face, remained silent for a while, and then sighed.

He walked over to the homeless man, squatted down, and reached out to check his pulse. After confirming there were no signs of life, he stood up and gently patted Li Ang on the shoulder.

"In a place like this, to die with dignity is a blessing. Thank you for helping him."

Jones looked at Li Ang and said solemnly, "Father, you are a good man."

Standing behind Leon, Fennes almost couldn't hold back his laughter when he heard this. He suppressed a laugh and whispered behind Leon, "Pfft~ I think he needs to get his eyes checked..."

Li Ang remained expressionless, only slightly tightening the ring.

"Ya—Goo..."

Fennes felt as if something had suddenly blocked his way, his toes gripping the sole of his shoe, his buttocks shuddering, and he instinctively covered his mouth with his hand to keep quiet.

Jones didn't notice their little exchange; his gaze fell on Furneus, and he showed a hint of surprise.

"Hey, Father, what happened to that nun from last time?"

"Detective, you have a good memory. Sister Nia has work to do in other parishes and can't come today," Li Ang said unhurriedly.

"This is Sister Furneus. She's here for an exchange visit to our parish, and she happened to be free today, so she came along."

After adjusting his posture, Ferné bowed slightly, his expression as dignified as a 14th-century religious painting. Coupled with his black nun's habit and the silver cross on his chest, he was indeed very convincing.

"Nice to meet you, Detective Jones." Her voice was soft and polite.

"Father Li has helped our monastery a lot. I happened to have some free time today, so I came out for a walk with him."

Jones nodded, then turned to Leon and asked, "Speaking of which, what are you doing in Philadelphia? And in a place like this...?"

Li Ang remained unfazed: "I'm just out here to spread the gospel of the Lord. Even in a place like this, there are still things worth teaching."

Jones's expression grew even more approving after hearing this: "Father, there are truly few clergymen like you! The diocese is incredibly fortunate to have you, willing to personally come to a place like this to preach!"

Fennes's lips twitched, but he didn't dare to speak.

Li Ang responded with a smile, "Of course, of course."

"By the way, are you free tonight? Since you're in Philadelphia, why don't you come to my house for dinner? My grandmother is a devout Christian, as I told you last time," Jones invited.

"I have some things to take care of this afternoon, and I probably won't finish until evening." Li Ang naturally remembered the appointment. Since they had run into each other, it wouldn't hurt to have a free meal. The main thing was to build a good relationship with the detective, which would be great.

"Then come later, it's okay. I'll add you on my contact list and send you the address."

Jones smiled and exchanged contact information with Leon, then glanced at the devastation inside the shop before turning to the shop owner.

The shop owner stood behind the cashier, holding the two freshly made chicken sandwiches in his hands, standing there blankly.

"Shopkeeper, I need to inform you of some matters." Jones's tone was gentle but very official.

"The police are not responsible for compensating for your losses. This is a third-party property loss caused by a gang shootout, and you need to file a civil lawsuit to seek compensation from the family or estate of the perpetrator."

Upon hearing this, the shop owner's sandwich trembled slightly.

"However, I will make a record of the scene to prove that you are an innocent third-party victim. You can take this record to the insurance company later, and you should be able to go through the process and get some compensation."

Jones took a business card out of his pocket and placed it on the counter.

Upon hearing this, the shop owner's bitter expression eased slightly, and he nodded in gratitude.

Jones greeted Li Ang and his companion, then continued to call out to them via walkie-talkie from outside the shop.

"Since things have come to this, let's eat first."

Li Ang joked as he walked to the counter, took one of the sandwiches from the shop owner, and took a bite.

But after only two chews, Li Ang's expression froze, and he silently put the sandwich down.

Ferné glanced at him, then stepped forward with a hint of skepticism: "Is it really that bad?"

She picked up the remaining sandwich and took a careful bite.

"Pah!" Fenneus spat out the sandwich.

"This is just too... awful!"

"Huh?" The shop owner was stunned.

"Who says all the good food is in these little shops!" Fennes said with disgust, throwing the sandwich directly onto the Cadillac's hood.

The shop owner stood there, holding an empty plate, his expression completely blank.

"Shh, nun, watch your mouth." Li Ang pulled out a napkin from the table, wiped his mouth, and turned to leave.

Furneus grabbed the entire pack of tissues, wiping his mouth as he pulled them out, then tossed out without turning back, "It might be a good thing you got hurt like this; you should probably quit this line of work!"

The two people, one after the other, stepped over the ruins and left.

The shop owner stood in the empty shop, and finally, a very standard Chinese sentence echoed here.

"Damn it!! Is it really that bad?!"