I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Li Ang walked out of the subway station, came to a hardware store on the street, and pushed open the door to go inside.

A few minutes later, he came out carrying a folding short-handled shovel.

There is a deserted park just half a block away.

Li Ang arrived at the park and tiptoed into the woods.

After carefully avoiding several pairs of lovers having sex in the wild, Li Ang went to the deepest part of the forest and found a crooked oak tree.

He squatted down and quickly dug a hole with a shovel.

Then he put all the pills and powder he got from Elmer into it, carefully buried it, tamped it down, and sprinkled some fallen leaves and twigs on top.

After doing all this, he circled the area twice more until he was sure no one was following him or noticing him, before he felt relieved enough to take the subway home.

It was past 10 p.m. when I got home.

As usual, Li Ang carefully turned the door lock.

The door opened a crack, and the dim yellow light from the small table lamp in the living room peeked out.

Li Ang's heart skipped a beat. He went inside and, sure enough, found that Fiona was still awake and waiting for him to come home.

At this moment, Fiona was leaning against a pile of cushions on the old sofa.

This is the sleeping position she has adopted in recent months.

The doctor said that lying completely flat would increase the pressure on her heart and lungs, making it difficult for her to breathe.

In addition, patients with kidney failure must strictly control their fluid intake.

Therefore, Fiona's lips were very dry and chapped, and she looked to be in very bad condition.

Hearing the door open, Fiona turned her head with some difficulty.

The expression on his face clearly showed fatigue and worry.

"Li Ang?"

"Sis, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Li Ang's heart tightened, and he quickly closed the door and went over, his tone filled with reproach and heartache, saying:

"The doctor said you need to rest."

"I...I can't sleep."

Fiona tried to sit up straight, but after only a slight movement, she began to breathe heavily.

Even so, she still forced herself to say:

"You've been coming home really late lately, Li Ang. I'm a little scared. Tell me, you haven't been causing any trouble outside, have you?"

Li Ang knelt down in front of Fiona, took her slightly cold hand, and gave her a big hug with heartache:

"Sister, I swear I absolutely didn't."

"Then why have you been coming home so late lately?"

"Oh, do you remember Kevin? My parents used to hang out at his Allie Bar every day. I found out he was short-staffed these days, so I went over and volunteered to work part-time."

Fiona, held in Leon's arms, sniffed in confusion, her expression shifting unpredictably:

"real?"

Li Ang, kneeling slightly, released Fiona and said naturally:

"Of course! You can call him and ask him tomorrow if you don't believe me."

Fiona didn't speak, her face grim as she stared intently at Li Ang.

Li Ang's heart skipped a beat as he pondered where he had slipped up.

Suddenly, Fiona reached out and grabbed the collar of Leon's hoodie, pulling it upwards with force!

"Sister, what are you doing!"

Caught off guard, Fiona ripped open Li Ang's clothes, leaving his upper body exposed.

He plays rugby year-round and maintains a consistent training regimen.

Although his muscle mass isn't particularly large.

But his body fat percentage is very low, and his six-pack abs are clearly visible.

Fiona was clearly surprised that her seemingly frail younger brother had such a muscular physique under his clothes.

The young man's firm waist and chest instantly made her cheeks flush slightly, a feeling she had never had in a relationship for over twenty years.

But Fiona immediately forced herself not to let her mind wander.

She moved closer to Li Ang, frowning, like a drug-sniffing dog, pressing her nose close to him.

He carefully sniffed around his neck, shoulders, and armpits.

She picked up the clothes she had torn off Li Ang and smelled them.

A worried expression appeared on his face:

"I knew I wasn't mistaken. Li Ang, besides that complicated perfume smell, you also smell of gunpowder! Tell me, what exactly did you do? Were you up to something at some club again?"

Li Ang realized that he had overlooked the matter of smell despite his meticulous planning.

His mind raced, and he quickly put on a wry smile, saying:

"Perfume and gunpowder? Oh! Sis, didn't I tell you? I work part-time at Alice Bar. Today they had a fireworks party, with men and women everywhere. I was hanging out there, so it's normal to smell a bit of perfume and gunpowder, right? You know, those slobs at the bar don't shower, and they practically spray a whole bottle of deodorant on themselves before they go out."

Fiona was stunned when she heard that.

Fireworks party?

The perfume worn by bar patrons?

That makes sense now...

Looking at Leon's composed yet somewhat helpless expression, Fiona realized that she might have really misunderstood.

"I...I'm sorry, Li Ang, I misunderstood you..."

She lowered her head, not daring to look at Li Ang's muscular body any longer, her fingers nervously twisting the edge of the blanket.

"I'm just... Li Ang, I'm just scared. Promise me, stay away from gangs, drugs, and all dangerous things, okay?"

Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a deep sense of guilt.

He was shirtless and gently hugged Fiona's thin shoulders.

"I promise you, sister. I will never touch those things, I swear. I will work hard to make you get better soon. Don't worry, okay? Go and rest, dear."

After being comforted for a while, Fiona finally fell asleep under the influence of the medication.

……

On the third day, at 4 PM, at Alice Bar.

At this time, it's not yet time for the drunkards to come out.

Apart from the old white man Kevin threw out yesterday, who was curled up in a corner booth snoring, there were no other customers in the store.

Kevin was leaning against the bar counter, looking down at a Blackberry phone with chipped paint on the corner.

This phone was launched by the Canadian company BlackBerry, but it became a huge success in the United States.

Between 2006 and 2009, sales peaked, capturing more than 50% of the US market.

Kevin is watching a live text feed of a community football game.

Unfortunately, he wasn't in a good mood because the team he had bet $20 on kept losing points.

Kevin was so angry that he cursed the quarterback who had been intercepted several times, accusing him of taking money to fix the game.

Suddenly, the shop door creaked open with a sharp, piercing sound.

Kevin looked up and saw Li Ang push the door open and come in.

Today, Li Ang wore an oversized plaid shirt.

The lower body is a pair of athletic pants that are convenient for running.

On his feet were a pair of well-worn running shoes.

He looked clean and neat.

"Hey! Isn't this our Bronx's little Casanova?"

Kevin tossed his phone onto the bar counter, raised an eyebrow, and teased:

"Why didn't you bring those two girls from the other day? You're a real bastard, you've already gotten tired of them so quickly?"

Li Ang walked to the bar, pulled out a high stool, sat down, and smiled, saying:

"The script was changed today; they're not in it anymore. Kevin, you'll have to wait a few more days to win your Oscar."

"Hey bro, don't do this. I'm really into acting, so don't be so unhelpful."

Kevin shrugged, feigning disappointment, and turned to take a glass from the wine rack:

"What would you like to drink? Beer? Or something more potent?"

"Let's skip it for today."

Li Ang waved his hand and smiled:

"I'll leave right away after I grab my things."

Kevin paused for a moment while wiping the cup.

He put down his cup, and his expression turned serious:

"tonight?"

Li Ang nodded without saying anything.

Kevin stared at Li Ang for a few seconds, then took out a key from his pocket and locked the cash register drawer on the bar counter.

Then he took out a black sports bag from under the bar.

Li Ang reached out to grab it, but Kevin held the sports bag down.

Li Ang raised an eyebrow in confusion.

But Kevin said in an unquestionable tone:

"I'll go with you."