I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

"The Federation? You mean the Federation that constantly encroaches on the legal rights of our citizens, the one that eats people alive without spitting out the bones?"

Li Ang smirked and said in a gloomy voice:

"I still haven't received the federal government's subsidy for my sister. They just keep telling me to fill out forms, wait for notification, and go through the process. By the time they finish the process, my sister will be dead..."

He took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth:

"I hate these beasts in the Federation! These hypocritical, filthy, greedy, cunning hyenas, parasites, vampires—one day, I will slaughter them all!"

Elmer did not make any sarcastic remarks this time.

Yet they remained unmoved.

A pair of deep-set eyes gleamed eerily in the dim light.

Seeing that he had failed to persuade Elmer, Li Ang changed his approach and continued to promote himself:

"Hey sir, you saw those students yesterday. Those rich kids get more pocket money than the monthly salary of a Bronx worker. They love thrills and will try anything. Most importantly, their purchasing power is astonishing!"

"so what?"

"That's why you need me, sir! I know them, I can talk to them. I can get your goods to places you couldn't reach before. I can guarantee your monthly sales will increase dramatically, even double!"

Upon hearing this, Elmer was finally slightly moved.

The group of students I happened to run into yesterday afternoon were indeed the best customers Elmer had ever encountered in his life.

They paid promptly and didn't haggle.

Buying meatballs is like buying candy; they're sold wholesale in bags.

They are completely different from those stingy addicts in the rat hole who can grind for an hour for half a pill.

The passage was quiet for a few seconds, and Li Ang could clearly hear the roar of the subway running on the tracks above the tunnel.

Elmer tapped his fingers lightly on his scarred knees before finally speaking:

"Hey kid, let me see your medical record."

Li Ang felt relieved, knowing that things were looking up.

With a fawning smile, he respectfully handed over the neatly folded medical record.

Elmer reached out and took it.

In the dim light of the mouse hole, he squinted and scanned the text at a glance.

He has many old injuries and often deals with community clinics.

Elmer could roughly tell whether the medical records provided by Li Ang were genuine or not.

Chronic kidney failure.

Without medical insurance, a single dialysis session can cost five or six hundred yuan.

Three times a week would cost thousands of dollars.

This doesn't even include the various painkillers, targeted therapies, and all the physical examinations and follow-up checkups.

To fully recover, he will need to wait for a kidney transplant, which may be a long time coming, and prepare for potential rejection reactions.

In short, this is a kill line.

Even if the middle class suffers this blow, their families will be ruined and their lives destroyed.

Elmer shifted his gaze from the medical record back to Li Ang.

He is of Chinese descent, young, short of money, ruthless, and anti-federal.

Most importantly, this person still has concerns and a sense of responsibility.

Developing such a downline, even if it only allows you to connect with those rich young masters in Manhattan and get a small share of the profits, is better than struggling to make ends meet with a bunch of poor drug addicts in this rat hole.

Thinking this, Elmer calmly tossed the medical record back to Li Ang and said coldly:

"Kid, you really want to help me expand my sales channels?"

"I swear, sir!"

Li Ang took the medical record and said excitedly:

"I know those rich kids, and I know their nature very well. I can package the goods as trendy drinks, candies, and social props, ensuring safety and concealment, and the sales will definitely be good. Besides, I'm young, so I'm not likely to attract the attention of the NYPD."

Elmer didn't say anything, but silently labeled Li Ang in his mind as quick-witted and having a talent for sales.

Seeing that Elmer remained silent again, Li Ang said anxiously:

"Please, sir! I promise I can help you make a fortune!"

"ensure?"

Elmer scoffed and said disdainfully:

What guarantees do you have?

"Take this."

Li Ang was prepared and immediately took out his New York State citizen ID card and River Valley High School student card from his pocket and handed them to Elmer.

Elmer raised an eyebrow:

"What is this?"

"Sir, this is my ID card and student ID. I plan to pawn them to you in exchange for $1,000 worth of goods. I promise to come back to you with the full $1,000 by 11 p.m. tomorrow!"

"What if you can't sell them?"

"Then I can return the goods to you, so you won't suffer any loss, right? But if I can sell them successfully, it proves I'm useful. You can earn at least a few hundred dollars from this deal, so why not?"

Upon hearing this, Elmer finally smiled and couldn't help but applaud in praise:

"Hahaha, kid, you're pretty good. I haven't seen a young man as shrewd as you since I left the army. I admit your offer is very tempting, and Old Man Elmer is interested."

Li Ang also breathed a sigh of relief and mustered his courage to say:

"Hey, sir, please trust me. Also, I hope we can have a long-term partnership. You handle the shipping, I'll provide the labor. Profit sharing... you get 70%, I get 30%, how about that?"

"I get seven, you get three?"

Elmer, as if he had heard a joke, twitched the corner of his mouth and said in a gloomy tone:

"You wish. Without my goods, what will you use to do business? Air? Even if you can really open up a market, at most... 90/100. I'll take 90%, you'll take 10%. This is only because you pity your sister."

"Sir, 91 is far too few!"

Li Ang's face showed a pleading expression:

"My sister's condition is unstable and could worsen at any time; she needs money urgently. How about 20%? I only need 20%!"

Elmer remained expressionless and did not answer.

He took Li Ang's ID card and student card, looked at them in the dim light coming down from the cave ceiling, and then looked Li Ang up and down.

Then, he slowly reached into the lining of the worn-out military jacket he was lying on and pulled out an oilcloth package.

Li Ang's eyes lit up.

Elmer opened the oilcloth, counted out five pill packets and a dozen packets of various types of white powder, tied them together with a yellow rubber band, and handed them to Li Ang.

"I don't care how much money you can get with these things, give me a thousand dollars by 11 a.m. tomorrow."

"Understood! Thank you, sir! Thank you so much!"

Li Ang pretended to be overjoyed and carefully accepted the packet of enhancers.

Elmer stuffed Leon's identification into the inside pocket of his military jacket and threatened in a low voice:

"Remember, if you dare to cheat, Old Man Elmer will search all over New York and find you, making you wish you were dead. I bet you don't want to know how the North Vietnamese treated American prisoners of war."

Li Ang feigned fear and said in a trembling voice:

"I promise this will absolutely not happen!"

"Get lost."

Elmer waved his hand, leaned back against the wall, and closed his eyes.

It was as if the transaction just now was a trivial matter.

Li Ang didn't say anything more, took two quick steps and walked out of the "rat hole" from the exit that connects to the subway station.

It wasn't until the lights from the platform outside the cave shone on Li Ang that he felt a chill run down his back.

When I reached out and touched it, it was covered in cold sweat.