I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Coach Duke and Bob both turned their heads sharply to look at the person who had spoken.

It was Li Ang.

The Duke coach was taken aback at first, then angrily said:

"Shut the hell up! Get out of here and stay put! You have no right to speak here! Do you hear me?!"

Li Ang did not back down, but took a firm step forward.

He calmly met the Duke coach's furious gaze and also accepted the scrutinizing look from Bob, the pharmaceutical representative standing next to him.

He calmly repeated:

"Coach Duke, I mean, I'm willing to volunteer and try Vertex Biotech's new drug as long as it can help the team overcome its current predicament!"

"Do you even know what kind of madness you're spouting?!"

Duke's coach was absolutely furious:

"That's not vitamin C! That's a potent anabolic steroid! It could ruin you, even kill you! With your frail body, if you used that stuff, you might be lying in the hospital tomorrow having your stomach pumped! Get out of my way, this is none of your business!"

Li Ang shook his head, avoiding the Duke coach's finger that was almost poking his face.

He remained steadfast in his statement:

"Coach, I know there might be risks. I volunteered."

"Voluntary? You fucking..."

Looking at Li Ang's stubborn face, Coach Duke's anger was suddenly replaced by a deep sense of powerlessness and frustration.

He grabbed a handful of his stiff, spiky buzz cut and asked, somewhat puzzled:

"What the hell are you after? Just to get into this damn, lousy team? Kid, listen to me, football isn't that important! It's not worth risking your life and your future for!"

Li Ang remained silent for a moment.

He raised his head, looked directly at the Duke coach, and said, word by word:

"The coach is very important to me. I have to make the varsity team, I have to become good enough, I have to win the New York State College Championship. I have to make it big."

The Duke coach was completely stunned.

He looked the Chinese-American boy up and down carefully, as if seeing him clearly for the first time, his face filled with absurdity and disbelief.

"State championship? What the hell are you talking about? I'm just hoping to win one game right now, and I'd be grateful if I could even make the playoffs! A championship, my foot!"

"Do you know how many monstrous teams there are in New York State? How many beastly players you can't even imagine? What makes River Valley Academy think they can win the championship? Just because of you? Just because of this mess we're in right now, struggling to even get a single win?"

Li Ang shook his head stubbornly, his tone unwavering:

"I know it's difficult. But that's my goal. I need a starting point, an opportunity. If this trial can help me gain the power I need more quickly, then I'm willing to take the risk."

The Duke coach was speechless for a moment.

He opened his mouth, looking at the almost obsessive light in Li Ang's eyes, and then glanced at Bob, who was sitting calmly beside him.

I felt like I was being roasted on a fire, tormented from both sides.

Bob, the pharmaceutical company representative, spoke up again at the opportune moment:

"Duke, look at this young man. He's very conscientious and courageous. Participating voluntarily and assuming all risks is the ideal situation. Our company will definitely provide the most comprehensive medical protection and follow-up monitoring support, and the process will be completely compliant."

"And honestly, if he can really withstand the effects of our new drugs, he will definitely show amazing progress. Wouldn't that be an unexpected and valuable asset for your River Valley Academy Knights?"

The Duke coach suddenly turned around and yelled at Bob:

"Shut the fuck up!"

Then he turned back, his face contorted with struggle, and looked at Li Ang, saying in a heavy tone:

"Kid, this is no joke! If something really happens, you..."

Li Ang calmly interrupted the Duke coach, saying in a flat tone:

"I'm willing to sign a waiver. I'll bear all the possible consequences myself. Whether I'm injured or die, it's my own choice. I won't blame anyone—not the team, and certainly not you, Coach."

Bob's face immediately lit up with undisguised joy.

He immediately and precisely pulled out another pre-prepared document from the folder, handed it to Duke, and said in a light tone:

"Duke, you see, this student's interest is so strong, shouldn't we respect his personal choice? This is a preliminary letter of intent and waiver template from our company; the terms are very clear. We can go to your office now and arrange for this student to sign the agreement."

The Duke coach did not pick up the document.

He stared intently at Li Ang, feeling his temples throbbing wildly.

Li Ang calmly pleaded again:

"Please, Coach Duke, give me another chance!"

Coach Duke abruptly raised his hand, making a forceful and abrupt interruption gesture.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and finally said:

"Okay... I promise you... I can let you join the team."

Li Ang was immediately overjoyed.

However, the Duke coach's next words were like a bucket of ice water, poured down mercilessly:

"But only the second team! Substitutes! You can train with them, do odd jobs like cleaning up equipment and retrieving balls! But don't fucking dream of playing without my permission!"

"As for that ridiculous state championship dream you're talking about, wake up the hell out of here! Stay in the second team and behave yourself! If you can keep up with the most basic training, don't get beaten to a pulp, and don't get kicked out, then we'll talk about anything else! Understand?!"

Bruce's face flushed with anxiety, and he stepped forward again, trying to fight for more rights for his brother:

"Coach! This isn't fair! Li Ang could clearly have..."

Li Ang quickly grabbed Bruce.

Then he turned to the Duke coach, nodded, and responded earnestly:

"I understand, Coach. Thank you for giving me this opportunity. I'm willing to join the second team, and I'll start from the basics and keep up with the team's training."

Li Ang believed that as long as he possessed the system, continuously cultivated, improved his physical fitness, and demonstrated the ability and attitude worthy of playing, opportunities would eventually come.

The Duke coach waved his hand irritably and said:

"Alright, alright! Stop fucking feeding me this motivational pep talk! Bob, and you, you Chinese kid, come to my office!"

Bruce was worried, so he followed Coach Duke, and the four of them went to Coach Duke's office together.

The Duke coach's office was small and filled with the smell of cigars, old leather, and sweat.

The walls were covered with tactical diagrams and player photos, and the table was piled with messy folders.

He plopped down in the creaking leather chair with a sullen face and pointed to a few hardwood chairs by the wall.

"Sit down. Don't fucking stand there like an idiot."

Duke spoke gruffly to the three men who followed him in, then glared at Bob, who came in after him.

Bob didn't seem to care at all, and his professional smile returned to his face.

He placed his briefcase on the table and deftly took out several thick documents.

"Duke, don't do this, this is a good thing."

As Bob spoke, he pushed a document in front of Li Ang and handed him a pen.

"Li Ang, this is the volunteer participation agreement for the drug trial with Vertex Biotechnology. It details the purpose and duration of this trial of the new steroid drug, the tests you need to undergo, and... well, the corresponding compensation terms. Take a look, and if there are no problems, sign on the last page."

Li Ang took the document and quickly scanned it.

A dense array of legal and medical terms.

He highlighted several key pieces of information:

The trial period is one month, during which weekly blood and physical examinations are required, and training responses must be recorded.

Volunteer stipend is $1,000 per month, paid in cash.

Without much hesitation, he signed his name at the place Bob pointed out.

Bob nodded in satisfaction, took back one of the agreements, and then took out a small cooler box with the company logo on it and opened it.

Inside, several ampoules containing a pale gold liquid and matching syringes were neatly arranged.

"This is the first month's dosage. The code name for this new drug is Titan. This is the prototype of Titan. The injection instructions are inside. Remember, you must strictly follow the schedule and record any subtle physical sensations in detail."

Bob pushed the box toward Li Ang, and at the same time took an envelope from his suit pocket and gently placed it on the table.

"This is the first week's allowance, $250. After that, it will be paid weekly after a check."

Li Ang picked up the thin envelope, and could feel the texture of the banknotes inside with his fingertips.

He silently put the envelope and the medicine box into the canvas backpack he always carried with him.

"Alright, you've taken the stuff and the money, now get out of here!"

Coach Duke waved his hand impatiently, wishing this would all end quickly.

"Come to training with the team at six o'clock tomorrow morning. Don't be late!"

"Wait, Duke."

Bob raised his hand to stop him, his smile unchanged, but then he took out a document that was only one page long.

"And this, you and Li Ang both need to sign it."

Duke's coach frowned and said:

"What is this?"

"This is Li Ang's voluntary disclaimer and your informed confirmation as the school's representative. After all, we've already signed the contract, so the relevant procedures should be completed."

Coach Duke's face darkened further as he looked at the disclaimer.

He glanced at it briefly; the cold, hard terms stated that volunteers voluntarily assume all possible risks.

This includes, but is not limited to, organ damage, endocrine disorders, psychological problems, and even death.

If any of the above problems occur, Li Ang will voluntarily assume all responsibility, and it will have nothing to do with Dingdian Biotechnology Company and River Valley College.

"damn it……"

The Duke coach muttered a curse under his breath.

After a moment's hesitation, urged on by Bob, the pharmaceutical company representative, he impatiently grabbed a pen and slammed his name in the school representative's section.

Bob carefully made three copies of the waiver agreement, handing one to Li Ang, keeping one for himself, and placing the last copy in front of the Duke coach.

"Please keep this on file, Duke. After all, it's for the protection of the school."

The Duke coach grabbed it and shoved it haphazardly under a pile of documents on the table, as if it were something dirty.

He stopped looking at Bob and Leon, staring only at the darkening sky outside the window, and forced out a voice through clenched teeth:

"Get out. All of you, get out!"