I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Justin was calling out to everyone to hail a taxi, while Emily and Leon watched quietly from the side.

Just then, Jennifer, an Asian girl in the group, suddenly swayed towards Emily.

Jennifer seemed to be high on drugs by now.

His behavior was completely unlike his usual calm and rational demeanor.

Her face was flushed, and her eyes were glued to Emily.

Emily was about to ask about Jennifer's condition when Jennifer suddenly reached out and grabbed Emily's wrist.

His fingertips, like cat's paws, lingered intimately on the back of Emily's hand.

Emily was startled, goosebumps immediately rising on the back of her hand. She quickly pulled her hand back and exclaimed in surprise:

"Hey, are you okay, Jennifer?"

"I'm fine, Emily. In fact, I'm better than ever. I've never been better."

Jennifer chuckled like a middle-aged man with a fatherly air, and then moved closer to Emily in a lewd manner once again.

They were so close that they could smell each other's breath.

Jennifer took two greedy sniffs, inhaling a burst of top-notch flavor.

Then, in a soft, coquettish tone, she said to Emily:

"Hey Emily, don't be so boring. Why don't you come with me to Justin's house? We can have a good get-together while all the classmates are here, or maybe we can find a room alone and have a private chat, okay?"

As Jennifer spoke, she ran her fingers along Emily's hair to behind Emily's ear.

He lightly touched Emily's sexy earlobe.

Emily trembled violently, as if startled.

His entire face and neck were completely red.

She glanced at Li Ang's reaction in a fluster, then quickly took a half step back, dodging Jennifer's hand, and said with some embarrassment and annoyance:

"Jennifer! Don't do this! I told you I'm not going!"

"Hey, Emily, don't forget you're the one in charge of the organization. Tonight's party is a group activity, how can you not go?"

Jennifer tilted her head and chuckled, her gaze drifting to Li Ang standing not far away, and deliberately teased him loudly:

"Come on, Emily, where else are you going if you're not coming to our party? Surely not on a date with this Chinese kid from the Bronx slums, are you?"

"Jennifer, don't talk nonsense!"

Emily's face turned even redder, and she waved her hands anxiously, her voice trembling as she said:

"Li Ang didn't mean that at all..."

Just then, Li Ang suddenly stepped forward and naturally stepped between the two, using his body to separate Jennifer.

He turned to Emily and smiled slightly:

"No, Emily, that's exactly what I was thinking. I know there's a bar called Allie's Bar on the corner of South Bronx that was once ranked number one in the lower tier by the New York Daily News. Their Margherita pizza is amazing. If you don't mind, I'd love to invite you there for dinner and to review our day together."

Anger flashed in Jennifer's eyes.

Emily's eyes widened slightly.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible joy flashed in his large blue eyes.

But the next second, that little bit of joy was suppressed by the Catholic discipline instilled in her by her parents since childhood.

Emily reluctantly refused Li Ang, saying:

"Oh, Li Ang, thank you for the invitation, I'm so happy, really! But my parents have set a strict time for me to come home, and if I'm late, they'll..."

Li Ang's smile remained unchanged, but he was even more confident.

The system notification during the handshake earlier had already revealed the girl's true colors.

Li Ang was confident that he could easily manipulate this innocent yet foolish high school girl.

He started with zero frames, interrupting Emily's rambling, and said passionately:

"Comrade Emily, are you really going to abandon those people still waiting to die in their rat holes just because you're afraid of your parents' lectures? Do you remember that naked old man at the entrance, barely clinging to life? Have you forgotten those six naked young men rolling around in the toxic fumes around the corner? If we could do more, they could be saved sooner. Or do you really think that rushing home to eat your mother's beef pie is more important than trying to help them?"

Being so harshly reprimanded by her most admired and trusted idealistic idol, Emily's face turned deathly pale, her blue eyes instantly welled up with tears, and she choked up again:

"Oh no, Li Ang, please don't say that about me, I really didn't mean it that way!"

Seeing this, Li Ang quickly put on a distressed expression, sighed, and softened his tone, saying:

"Don't cry, Emily. Your tears break my heart. You know we're gay, of course I believe you. Actually, I wasn't trying to pressure you, I was just too anxious. You know, seeing those poor people makes me so miserable, like I'm experiencing their pain too. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I shouldn't be holding you to my own standards. If you feel that coming home on time and not upsetting Mom and Dad is more important than those lives that are rotting away..."

Li Ang paused, turned to the side, pointed to the entrance of the subway station behind him, and sighed again:

"Then go through that entrance, take the subway, and go back to your Manhattan. Just pretend we didn't see anything today."

These words, though seemingly light, carried an immense weight, instantly breaking down Emily's defenses.

Emily's tears finally fell.

It wasn't because I felt wronged, but because the beliefs I held were being trampled upon by my own body.

She shook her head violently and cried out:

"No! Li Ang, I can't do this! I want to help those poor people just like you! I really do!"

"Then let's not waste our time."

Li Ang's tone became firm and powerful again, and he made the decision directly:

"We need to go to Alice's Bar right now and come up with an action plan. Once we're done, I promise I'll take you home immediately, right away."

Emily sniffed, wiped her face haphazardly with the back of her hand, nodded vigorously, and said in a choked voice:

"Okay. Li Ang, I'll do whatever you say! But I hope we can get moving quickly."

"no problem."

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Li Ang's lips.

Without even glancing at Jennifer, the Asian girl who looked like a clown beside him, he grabbed Emily's hand and rushed towards the subway station.

"Come with me, it's not far, just a few subway stops away."

Li Ang and Emily got off the subway in the South Bronx.

As soon as I stepped out of the subway station, a smell mixed with the stench of urine and marijuana leaves hit me.

Emily instinctively wrinkled her nose and shrank closer to Li Ang.

Looking around, the streets of the South Bronx resemble an open-air, free garbage dump.

Broken beer bottles, moldy bread, crumpled condoms, syringes and needles were scattered all over the sidewalk.

A few black boys with dragon and phoenix carvings leaned against the wall in the corner, holding beer bottles in their hands.

His eyes darted around casually, scanning the passersby.

They're obviously members of a local gang.

Most of the windows along the street were boarded up.

The few houses that still had their lights on also had thick curtains drawn.