I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

With each sentence he spoke, the old black man would forcefully pound his battered body, making a dull "thump, thump" sound.

The sound was like an invisible giant hand, gripping the students' hearts tightly.

"I bled for this country, broke my bones, and gave my whole life! And now it tells me I'm dead. Some scumbag sitting in an office casually changed my identity to 'killed in action'! My medals, my scars, my blood and tears, can't even buy a food stamp! Tell me, if I don't deal drugs, what am I supposed to do? Starve or freeze to death here like a dog? Or go begging in front of that damn Catholic church?"

Li Ang watched all this quietly, silently raising his assessment of Elmer's danger level by one level.

This old black man is not only a drug dealer, but also an avenger who has been completely betrayed by the system.

The expressions of the others, besides fear, also couldn't help but show a hint of pity.

Even Emily was so frightened that she choked back tears.

Elmer finished speaking and was panting heavily.

The oppressive atmosphere lasted for quite a while.

Until Elmer suddenly put on his original kind and friendly smile again.

He pulled out the oil-paper package from his military jacket; inside, small plastic bags contained white powder that sizzled.

"Hey kids, I can vouch for you from my own experience: countries and gods are all bullshit. Only these little white cuties can support you, redeem you, keep you from being driven mad by the screams in your head, and give you the courage to continue fighting against those damn things in life!"

The cunning old black man chuckled, like the serpent that tempted Eve, and whispered to the students:

"Kids, try it, even just a tiny bite, and you'll see how a desperate United States war hero finds redemption! After you've tried it, tell me if I'm a bastard deserving of hell!"

Justin, a muscular white man, licked his slightly dry lips, his eyes fixed on the oil paper package in Elmer's hand:

"Hey, sir, could you give me a detailed explanation of these things you have? Um, I mean, if someone were to use them, would their family find out, or would there be any adverse side effects?"

Elmer wore a smile that said, "The fish has finally taken the bait."

He picked up a few small plastic bags and, like a skilled salesman showing off candy, began to explain them in detail:

"Good question, son. Don't worry, Old Man Elmer is very patient, I will explain them to you one by one."

Elmer first picked up a small bag containing white crystalline powder and said:

"This is cocaine that I purified myself. It's stronger and gets you high faster than the regular kind. If you want to do something big before taking a sip, it'll refresh you and keep you alert. It's incredibly effective."

He then picked up a small bag containing light brown stones and said:

"This is Quick-acting gel. Heat it on tin foil before inhaling, and the sensation will be more direct and intense. This is also Old Man Elmer's personal choice. When you want to temporarily escape this world, it's the Noah's Ark that can smuggle you out."

Finally, Elmer shook a bag containing small, colorful pills and said:

"And these candies are called ecstasy, perfect for you hormone-fueled young guys. They make you feel like everyone loves you and the world is full of peace and love. I'm too old to get hard anymore, but they're just right for you guys."

"As for fentanyl, which is even more dangerous, I won't recommend it to you. After all, Old Man Elmer is genuinely looking out for you, and you can't handle this stuff."

As Justin listened to Elmer's inflammatory presentation, especially the ecstasy he recommended at the end, he glanced at Jennifer and Emily in the group with a veiled look, and his breathing became noticeably heavier.

He rubbed his hands together and pressed Elmer for an answer:

"Hey, sir, that sounds tempting, but are these things really harmless?"

"Harmful effects? Because it's so effective, it makes you too popular with girls at school, and if you end up not getting enough nutrition, does that count?"

Elmer astutely observed Justin's needs and casually made a suggestive joke.

This unexpected driving maneuver immediately brought knowing smiles to the faces of the boys in the group.

Elmer said in a relaxed tone:

"Don't worry, young man, the stuff Old Man Elmer has is absolutely the cleanest in all of southern New York. I guarantee it won't be mixed with any deadly junk. As long as you don't mix them up, there won't be any problems."

"Really, sir?"

"Of course, if you still don't believe me, you can look at me. You know, after I was discharged from the army, I suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder and had to take dozens of ounces of fentanyl every day. Do I look like I'm in good health now?"

Justin was immediately interested, but he looked at Emily with some difficulty, still feeling somewhat hesitant.

Elmer noticed Justin's hesitation and quickly pressed his advantage:

"Hey buddy, it seems you've come all the way from Manhattan to the South for charity work, so I'm happy to support your event and give you a friend's discount—30% off! Of course, this is only valid today, so don't hesitate any longer!"

Justin's curiosity had already been piqued when he saw the drug addicts in the passageway he had come from.

At this moment, under the influence of a Vietnam War hero and the lure of low prices, they could no longer resist.

He glanced at his companions behind him, then at the small bags in Elmer's hands, and finally made up his mind:

"Then...then give me some cocaine and ecstasy, sir. Just a little to try."

"A wise choice, child!"

Elmer's face instantly lit up with a bright smile, and he deftly handed Justin two small bags, one containing cocaine and the other ecstasy.

"Cocaine is $60 for one gram; ecstasy is $100 for five pills. I'll give you a 30% discount for friends, so the two together are $112."

Justin hurriedly reached out and took the pills.

He then nervously pulled out five crisp twenty-dollar bills from his wallet, along with a few coins, carefully counted them, and handed them to Elmer.

Elmer took the money, deftly twirling it between his fingers, his smile widening.

He carefully folded the money in half and stuffed it into a hidden inner pocket of his military jacket.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he pulled out a bag of five colorful pills from the oil paper wrapping and casually tossed it to Justin.

"Hey, here you go, buddy."

Justin hurriedly caught it, looked at the extra bag of ecstasy pills in his hand, and asked, somewhat bewildered:

"Sir, I didn't ask for this much. Did you give me the wrong amount?"

Elmer waved his hand, his smile carrying a deeper meaning:

"You didn't take the wrong one. This extra bag is for you."

"A gift for me?"

Justin's eyes lit up immediately.

He was both surprised and delighted, and could hardly believe it:

"Oh, is that true, sir?"

"Of course, I, Old Man Elmer, keep my word. Don't worry, I don't have dementia."

Elmer approached Justin, patted him on the shoulder, and said approvingly:

"Good boy, because you were the first to step forward and buy the medicine, you're the bravest and most courageous one in this group! This bag of ecstasy pills is a reward for your courage. A real tough guy should be like you!"