I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Li Ang's face showed gratitude, and he waved his hands repeatedly, saying:

"Sir, this is too valuable! It could fetch a lot of money! You should keep it; it's a waste to give it to me, a measly calamine."

"Take it if it's given to you!"

Elmer's tone left no room for refusal:

"But, I, Old Man Elmer, have never had the habit of taking back what I've given away. What, you fucking look down on my stuff?"

"No, no! Thank you, sir!"

Li Ang quickly took the packet of powder with both hands and carefully placed it in his pants pocket.

Elmer glared at him and snapped:

"Why the hell aren't you eating?"

Li Ang, unfazed by Elmer's reprimand, scratched his head sheepishly and said:

"Sir, thank you so much for your gift. But I can't bear to eat it; I want to exchange it for some money. You know, I still owe my sister a huge amount of money for dialysis, and she's suffering in bed. How can I enjoy this alone..."

Elmer was silenced again.

He suddenly realized that even though Li Ang desperately needed money, he still prioritized buying medicine for himself.

This kid...

Elmer looked at Li Ang with a complicated expression, and no longer forced him, tacitly allowing Li Ang to pack up and take it away.

And the violence and suspicion that had been building up in his heart miraculously vanished.

After a while, Elmer suddenly sighed heavily, his shoulders slumped, and he said in a low voice:

"Your sister is lucky...she has a good brother."

Li Ang looked grateful and said:

"Sir, thank you for your approval."

Elmer said to himself:

"If I hadn't gone to fight in that damn Vietnam War... maybe I would have a happy family, and my son would be about your age by now."

Li Ang keenly caught a fleeting glimpse of vulnerability in Elmer's eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, he knelt down on the spot, looked up at Elmer, and said sincerely:

"Sir, you gave me a way to earn a living. To me, you are my second parents and my mentor. There's an old saying at Dongda University: 'A teacher for a day is a father for life.' If you don't mind that I'm an orphan Chinese boy, I... I'm willing to recognize you as my godfather. From now on, as long as I have food to eat, I won't let you go hungry. When you get old, I'll take care of you and see you off in your old age."

Elmer was completely stunned.

He has lived to such an old age, experienced betrayal and abandonment, and is now forgotten by the mainstream world.

This was the first time in his life that someone had said they would take care of him in his final moments.

This young Chinese-American man has given me so much tonight.

"Hey, you Chinese brat, get the hell out of here and get up right now!"

Elmer waved Li Ang up, cursing under his breath.

Although his words were still offensive, his tone had clearly lost all its previous murderous intent, and he even seemed a little flustered.

"Who the hell needs you, little brat, to support me in my old age... I'm not crippled yet! You believe those federal agents wouldn't last a single round against me!"

Elmer's eyes darted around, and he awkwardly pulled out Li Ang's identification from the inside pocket of his military jacket and tossed it over casually.

"Get up and stop with your useless card."

Li Ang hurriedly put away his documents, breathed a sigh of relief, and thought to himself, "Old man, I don't want to be your son yet."

Elmer's expression was complicated, he said

"Tell me, how much stock are you taking this time? Take it and get home right now. Your sister's illness can't be left unattended."

Li Ang mustered his courage and asked:

"Sir, could I... possibly stay tonight?"

Elmer paused, then abruptly turned his head, his hawk-like eyes narrowing as he warily stared at Li Ang.

"What do you mean? Kid, what tricks are you trying to pull? Doesn't your precious older sister need your service anymore?"

"She's having dialysis at the hospital tonight and will be staying overnight. There are nurses watching over her, so I can't go in."

Li Ang explained it naturally, and a look of melancholy appeared on his face at the right moment:

"I live alone at home, it's so empty... I feel so lonely, like the whole world has abandoned me..."

Upon hearing this, Elmer froze.

Li Ang pressed his advantage and, at the opportune moment, requested:

"Sir, although you don't seem to like me, I genuinely admire you and hope to stay and chat with you. I also want to see if there are any other passersby who might be passing by and help you sell some more."

Elmer did not refute this further.

It's probably the effect of fentanyl, antibiotics, and what Li Ang just said.

His guard had now dropped to its lowest level.

"Please, sir, I promise I won't cause you any trouble."

"..."

"Please, sir!"

Faced with Li Ang's pitiful gaze, Elmer could no longer harden his heart and could only mutter in acquiescence:

"Fine... whatever you want. Just don't bother me or touch my things."

"Thank you, sir! You're such a good man! Not being able to be your adopted son is the biggest regret of my life!"

Elmer's lips curled slightly.

For the next half hour, the atmosphere was unusually relaxed.

Elmer even had the leisure to casually reminisce about his experiences with the 173rd Airborne Brigade during the Vietnam War.

Li Ang listened quietly like a dutiful grandson, occasionally offering perfectly timed comedic responses, his words filled with heartfelt admiration.

They almost coaxed Elmer into becoming an embryo.

After a while, a series of dragging footsteps suddenly came from the depths of the passage.

Elmer's ears twitched, and he immediately fell silent, instinctively drawing his pistol and aiming it at the passageway.

Li Ang's heart also jumped.

He estimated that the time of death for the beautiful policewoman Karen, as predicted by the system's divination talisman, should be approaching.

Could the person who came be Karen?

But not.

A Black couple emerged from the shadows of the passageway.

The two men looked to be in their fifties, dressed in tattered clothes.

The man was so thin he looked unrecognizable, and the woman looked exhausted.

"Hey, old man Elmer, what are you doing?"

The Black man raised his hands to indicate he meant no harm, greeted Elmer familiarly, and at the same time, his gaze swept over Li Ang warily, asking with some curiosity:

"Who is this kid?"

Elmer, who clearly recognized the Black couple, put his gun down and retorted irritably:

"None of your business, Tommy. Are you here to investigate homeless people for the NYPD?"

Unexpectedly, the old Black man named Tommy's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he exclaimed with delight:

"Hey, Elmer, you mean this kid's a homeless person? The kind who ran away from home and nobody wanted him? He's not on drugs, is he? Are his organs even normal?"

Elmer's eyes narrowed dangerously in an instant, and he said in a low voice:

"Hey Tommy, you old bastard, what the hell were you talking about? Say it again."

Tommy was probably out of his mind from drug addiction. He didn't even notice Elmer's unfriendly tone.

He licked his chapped lips, his cloudy eyes scanning Li Ang greedily.

"Stop pretending, Elmer. We're all rats in the sewers. I recently... hehe, took on a part-time job, helping a pharmaceutical company find some high-quality medical experimental materials."

At this point, Tommy, with a lewd smile, pointed at Li Ang and said:

"This kid is young, looks fairly healthy, and is a rare Chinese-American. Do you know how much those labs offer for such rare experimental samples? That's enough for us to live comfortably for a while..."