I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Justin clutched the three bags of enhancers tightly in his hand, his cheeks flushed red.

Being called a tough guy by a Vietnam War hero who had survived countless battles and was awarded the Silver Star by the Federation made him feel even more elated than receiving a free booster.

Justin straightened his back instinctively, all the frustration he had felt from Li Ang's repeated blows vanished.

They started acting arrogantly again.

Seeing Justin personally take the lead, and Elmer even giving him a booster worth a hundred dollars for free.

The other boys in the group exchanged glances, and one of them, a Black boy wearing Yeezys, mustered up his courage and stepped forward:

"Hey sir, I'm actually a tough guy too, how about I have some?"

A glint flashed in Elmer's eyes, but his smile remained bright and enthusiastic as he said:

"Yes, I can see that, good boy, you're definitely tough enough, a real man! Don't worry, Old Man Elmer's stuff is all top-notch, you don't have to rush to buy it, I'll get some for you to try."

Upon hearing this, everyone's spirits lifted immediately.

All the boys except Li Ang put aside their concerns and rushed to Elmer's side.

Elmer warmly addressed the crowd:

"Come on, everyone, experience it!"

"The path to salvation lies within it!"

Under Elmer's influence, everyone tried...

Besides Emily, even Jennifer, the usually calm and rational Asian girl, couldn't resist her friend's encouragement.

After trying a bite, they immediately paid for it.

The elderly black man, Elmer, made a fortune from this, and was grinning from ear to ear.

These elites from Tribeca, Manhattan, are all wealthy.

Even the person who bought the least amount still ordered a bag of meatballs, contributing seventy US dollars.

The one who bought the most was Justin, the first one Elmer called a tough guy.

In order not to disappoint Elmer's approval, in addition to the two bags of goods he bought at the beginning, he borrowed money from the guy next to him and bought an extra two thousand dollars worth of enhancement agents.

Elmer counted the large pile of banknotes with satisfaction, his gaze involuntarily falling on Li Ang, who remained aloof from the crowd, maintaining a well-behaved smile.

"Hey kid, why don't you come and try out Old Man Elmer's awesome gadgets with your friends? Oh, look how much fun your friends are having."

Li Ang shrugged, revealing a longing and yearning expression, and said awkwardly:

"I'm sorry, sir, I really want to try, but unfortunately, I only have one fifty-cent coin on me. I can't afford your goods."

As Li Ang spoke, he voluntarily turned out all the pockets on his body, revealing that he was indeed penniless.

Elmer raised an eyebrow, somewhat skeptical:

"Hmm? Kid, why don't you have any money on you? Aren't you from Manhattan? Did you just get robbed around here?"

Justin, who had been watching Elmer with a smug expression, interrupted with a disdainful tone:

"Hey, sir, you've got it wrong. This guy isn't with us. He's just a guide we picked up on the street. He's a local from the Bronx, a penniless bastard."

Elmer said "Oh" and nodded knowingly.

His gaze swept over Li Ang's cheap clothes, and the little doubt he had in his heart dissipated.

That's true, the other person's face is so youthful, they're obviously just an ordinary student.

They are still the most docile of all races in the United States.

He always had a sissy-like, obedient smile on his face.

Elmer didn't believe that Leon was there to cause trouble.

Since that's the case, Elmer has no interest in wasting the free trial opportunity on a poor kid like Li Ang who can't be squeezed out of anything.

After all, the purpose of product tasting is to promote the product, not to give it away for charity or to let poor people get it for free.

With a change of heart, Elmer stopped paying attention to Li Ang and turned to persuade Emily, who had not yet made a purchase.

Unfortunately, Emily came from a rigid Catholic family with very strict upbringing and a very strong will, making her completely unyielding. Elmer had no way to deal with her.

Although Elmer couldn't persuade Emily, his mood remained unaffected by the thick wad of cash in his pocket.

He carefully hid the money inside his military jacket.

Elmer then worried that the students might lose control and cause some trouble, which would attract the NYPD's attention.

So he cleared his throat and said loudly:

"Alright, my good kids from Manhattan. Tonight's been a great experience, right? But it's getting dark now, and this Rathole isn't exactly a party spot at night. You should take your spoils, call up a few friends, and head home to enjoy them later."

Elmer phrased it tactfully, but his intention to get rid of them was very clear.

But in fact, the students had long been fed up with it.

With the enhancement agent, everyone's five senses were strengthened once again.

Suddenly, I felt really suffocated by this dirty and smelly rat hole passage.

Justin, a muscular white boy, was the first to respond.

He waved his arms, like a leader, and addressed the students in a loud voice.

"Hey guys, Commander Jackson's right! This place doesn't do justice to our party! Come on, everyone's coming to my place tonight! My parents' not home, so I can write down any checks they want, run the stereo as loud as you want, and there's plenty of pizza, fried chicken, and tequila!"

A group of people responded enthusiastically.

No one cared what Emily, as the person in charge, planned next.

They stumbled and laughed along with Justin as they headed towards the exit of the subway station, which connected to the "rat hole."

Soon everyone gathered outside the subway station.

After much discussion and networking, the entire project team for the homeless shelter project, except for Emily, agreed to meet at Justin's large penthouse in the Tribeca neighborhood of Manhattan.