I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Emily was a kind girl, and after listening to Li Ang's advice, she immediately realized that her original plan was indeed too presumptuous and even a bit arrogant.

No wonder they traveled all the way from Manhattan to the slums of the South Bronx to deliver such moving speeches, yet failed to attract any passersby to stop and watch.

Even the many homeless people around them ignored them and even ridiculed them.

Emily thought for a moment, then looked at Li Ang with a puzzled and anxious expression, and said:

"Li Ang, can you tell me how we can better understand these homeless and pitiful people?"

Li Ang smiled slightly:

"Of course, I'd be happy to answer you. First, you need to see their real living environment, feel the atmosphere there, and observe their daily lives, even if it's just from a distance and for a short time. Look, Emily—"

Li Ang pointed to the entrance of the rat hole across the street and said to Emily:

"There's a typical, spontaneous gathering place for homeless people there. It's called the Rat Hole. I heard from a friend that the New York City government and police have just cleaned up the Rat Hole many times in the past few days and driven all the homeless people out."

"Oh my God, how could the city government do this! They are violating the human rights of the homeless!"

Emily was surprised, but also a little curious:

"But Li Ang, is the 'rat hole' you mentioned that underground passage? I've seen many homeless-looking people going in and out of it."

Li Ang was also pleased with Emily's quick understanding and hurriedly explained:

"Congratulations, Emily, you've hit the nail on the head. Why don't you think about it further? Why does this rat hole still exist even after it's been cleaned up? Why do homeless people, after being evicted, prefer to return to their original homes rather than go to shelters set up by official or charitable organizations?"

Seeing Emily lost in thought, Li Ang continued to add fuel to the fire:

"And aren't you curious about what's inside that rat hole? What's the difference between day and night? How do the local residents view it? What conditions should we meet if we want to create a shelter for the homeless?"

Emily thought for a long time, then said shyly:

"I'm sorry, Li Ang, I'm too slow-witted to figure out the reason. Can you just tell me the answer?"

"No, Emily."

"Oh, why, Li Ang? Are you mocking my stupidity? Do you think I'm unworthy to be your comrade?"

Li Ang immediately laughed and said:

"Of course not, Emily. I have unwavering faith in your idealism and have long considered you my most reliable comrade-in-arms."

Emily was both delighted and suspicious, and hurriedly asked:

"Then why won't you tell me the answer?"

Li Angdao:

"Because I don't know the real answer either."

"Ah...you don't even know Li Ang...?"

Emily's shoulders slumped slightly, and her face showed undisguised disappointment.

Like a child who is full of expectations but ends up empty-handed.

But Li Ang's next words instantly brightened her eyes.

"But I'm willing to go with you to find the real answer."

After speaking, Li Ang turned around, pointed his arm again at the dark archway, and said decisively:

"The answer lies behind the entrance to that underground passage. Let's go and explore it together, Emily. You know, the truth won't automatically come to us on stage; we need to actively walk towards it and lift the veil covering it."

Emily followed Li Ang's finger and looked in the direction the rat hole pointed. The entrance to the hole resembled a lurking beast in the city, faintly exuding an ominous aura.

Emily subconsciously licked her slightly dry lips and said with some fear:

"Go into that passage? Li Ang, it looks a bit dark, and we don't know who's inside, whether there might be criminals or something. It's really scary... I'm sorry, Li Ang, I mean... it's far too risky."

"Adventure? You're afraid of adventure? A staunch idealist, afraid of adventure?"

Li Ang looked at Emily abruptly, his face filled with disbelief, and said:

"Emily, just a minute ago you were outraged by the human rights violations against the homeless, and distressed by your inability to truly understand them! Now, you're backing down just because it looks a little dark and might be a little complicated?"

Li Ang's tone was both angry and anxious:

"Oh my God, Emily, you despise those poor homeless people, you fear them! You don't even have the courage to go near them!"

What about all our previous discussions on noble topics like aid and dignity? Was it just a self-indulgent moral performance? Was your oath to Marx merely a pretty slogan?

Li Ang's barrage of questions was like a relentless barrage of provocations, slapping Emily hard across the face.

Emily's cheeks instantly burned bright red, and she felt so ashamed that she wanted to disappear.

She felt both guilty and wronged. She wasn't just trying to perform; she genuinely wanted to help!

"No! That's not it!"

Emily quickly defended herself:

"Li Ang, you've misunderstood me. The reason I said that is because I'm the team leader, and I have to consider everyone's safety... I can't... I can't just think about myself; I have to be responsible for the entire team. What if something happens..."

"If you're thinking about the team members, why are you making the negative choice for them?"

Li Ang interrupted Emily directly.

He cupped Emily's face in his hands again, looked directly into her eyes, and said in a manipulative tone:

"Emily, I believe your teammates are also capable of independent thinking and making independent choices. Why don't we give the decision-making power to everyone and let them vote on whether to change the plan? How about that?"

In this way, whatever the outcome, it reflects the collective will. Isn't that true democracy, and the greatest responsibility to the team?

Looking at Li Ang's confident and determined smile, Emily was finally persuaded:

"Okay. I admit you do have a point."

Encouragingly, Emily turned to face the team, clapped her hands, and shouted:

"Everyone, please come here for a moment. We need to make an important collective decision."

Teenagers from Tribeca, Manhattan, wearing light blue T-shirts gathered together.

Emily summarized Li Ang's proposal as concisely and objectively as possible, and also frankly admitted that the cave environment was complex, the people were mixed, and there might be uncertain risks.

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, a chorus of opposition erupted like a hornet's nest bursting open.

"Emily, are you kidding me?"

Justin, a tall, white male, was the first to jump out, exclaiming incredulously:

"What the hell is 'Rat Hole'? Is it that dark underpass across the street? Oh my god, it's covered in warning tape! Who knows what kind of homeless people, drug addicts, or something worse might be inside? I bet going in there is a terrible idea! It's too dangerous!"

"Emily, Justin is right, this is completely off track from our event plan."

Jennifer, the Asian woman in the team, pushed up her elegant glasses and echoed her objection:

"Our activity plan is community advocacy, not talking to homeless people. Moreover, entering a gray area like a rat hole without permission could expose us to unnecessary legal or safety risks. The personal insurance we purchased for this activity does not cover such naive adventurous behavior."