I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

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Li Ang's mind raced as he tried to figure out how to gloss over the situation.

At that moment, he keenly noticed that the girl in front of him was putting on a pitiful look, both surprised and frightened, biting her lip and not daring to utter a sound.

But the moment he saw his handsome face clearly, a deep-seated surprise flashed across his eyes.

That fleeting look of surprise vanished quickly.

If Li Ang hadn't known the system's definition of a girl's true nature, he would have definitely thought he was hallucinating because he was too nervous.

Miller, lying in his hospital bed, couldn't see the ever-changing thoughts on his daughter's face.

He turned his head with difficulty and saw that Li Ang's eyes were fixed on his beloved daughter Eve.

He immediately let out a low growl, suppressing his anger:

"Hey, what are you looking at, you Chinese kid!"

This low growl suddenly aggravated the wound on Miller's shoulder.

His face contorted in pain, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

But Detective Miller's eyes remained sharp as knives, fixed on Li Ang, surging with the ferocity of a fierce beast protecting its young.

"You dare glance at me again and see what happens? Believe me, I'll gouge your eyes out!"

"Hey, calm down, Officer Miller."

Li Ang quickly raised his hands, forcing out his signature Chinese-American smile again, and said shyly:

"Did you specifically call me in...is there anything you need me for?"

Miller gasped for breath, his chest heaving, seemingly trying to suppress the excruciating pain from his wounds and the anger rising in his heart.

Then, turning his head to the girl standing quietly by the bed, he gave her instructions in a hoarse voice:

"Eve, go and close the door."

Li Ang's heart skipped a beat, and he silently memorized the name Eve.

The girl called Eve lowered her head, softly hummed in agreement, and obediently walked to the door, gently closing the half-closed door behind her.

As he walked back, he passed by Li Ang and quickly looked up, scanning Li Ang's handsome face like a searchlight in a prison.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he seemed to have a hard time suppressing his smile, and quickly lowered his head, staring at the tips of his shoes.

Once the door was completely closed, Miller calmed down and said somewhat awkwardly:

"I called you in for no other reason than to thank you in person."

"Thank me?"

Li Ang was truly stunned this time.

He dropped the fake smile, revealing a genuine look of surprise, and hesitated before saying:

"Officer, Karen told you everything?"

"Um."

Miller nodded very slightly, a gesture that immediately made his mouth twitch in pain and caused him to gasp.

He paused for a moment before continuing:

"That silly girl Karen, and my old life, you practically pulled me out of a rat hole. I, Michael Miller, accept your favor."

"dad!"

Eve, who was standing nearby, suddenly looked up and couldn't help but exclaim in shock:

"Did he save you from your injuries tonight? Dad, can you tell me in detail what happened?"

Miller looked at his daughter, his gaze softening, and said casually:

"It's nothing serious. When your cousin Karen and I were on patrol, we ran into a tough drug dealer in the underpass. We almost got caught off guard and that old black guy took care of us with a gun."

He paused, and under Eve's horrified gaze, gestured impatiently with his chin towards Leon, saying:

"I don't know where that kid came from, but he just pulled out a burst of bullets and took down the old black guy. I lost too much blood and went into shock, and your cousin Karen told me that he was the one who stopped the bleeding..."

At this point, Miller's face twisted strangely, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He suddenly remembered a detail he hadn't noticed before.

When I woke up, there were chewed-up pill fragments in my mouth. Who fed them to me?

Thinking of this, Miller suddenly realized what was going on, glanced at Li Ang with disgust, and felt a little nauseous.

But he was, after all, a tough guy who had lived a life of danger, and this little thing wasn't enough to make him hold a grudge.

On the contrary, Li Ang, a teenager, was able to calmly carry out first aid in such a critical situation.

He is indeed a rare talent.

"Oh my God..."

Eve covered her mouth tightly with her hand, and the look in her eyes as she looked at Li Ang completely changed.

A light, a mixture of disbelief and intense curiosity, burned ever brighter in her eyes.

Eve grew up in a strict Catholic family.

I grew up listening to my father's stories about police work, which were full of danger and violence.

There is an almost instinctive adoration for powerful men.

However, the father's strict, almost authoritarian, discipline did not stifle this natural instinct.

Instead, it acted like a pressure cooker, constantly squeezing and distorting her admiration for strength, causing it to grow in a more secretive and intense direction.

At this moment, Eve heard her father admit that this boy, who looked only a few years older than her, had actually managed to turn the tide against the murderer who had almost killed her father.

This is just like a scene from an action movie!

Combined with Li Ang's handsome face, which is enough to make many girls' hearts race.

And the audacious, almost invasive act of pinching his own buttocks hard as soon as he entered the room.

Every aspect of this demonstrates Li Ang's domineering and assertive nature.

A surge of emotion—a mixture of gratitude, adoration, and a suppressed longing—instantly overwhelmed Eve's rationality.

She gasped softly, giving Li Ang no time to react, and like a moth drawn to a flame, rushed forward, opened her arms, and hugged Li Ang tightly.

"Thank you, Li Ang! You saved my father!"

Li Ang's body stiffened slightly.

Two incredibly soft and delicate warm mounds pressed tightly against his chest through the thin fabric of his vest.

It feels very pressured to the touch.

Although Li Ang is a respectable person, he has to admit that Miller's daughter is indeed very capable and impressive.

The girl's fresh scent lingered around his nose, and he unconsciously became immersed in her warm and soft embrace.

However, the next moment, out of the corner of Li Ang's eye, he suddenly saw Detective Miller's eyes widen like copper bells.

Alarm bells rang in his mind, and he hurriedly and frantically peeled Eve off his body, who was clinging to him like an octopus.

Holding her shoulders, I gently pushed her away from me:

"Hey, Eve, it's okay, it's all over..."

Eve was pushed away, her fair cheeks still flushed with excitement.

Those deep blue eyes, like those of a lake, were misty with moisture as they gazed at Li Ang.

There was a clear hint of reluctance in his eyes.

She bit her plump lower lip, but eventually obediently retreated to her father's bedside.

But his gaze seemed to be drawn to Li Ang by a magnet, fixed firmly on him.

"You brat..."

Miller squeezed out those words through clenched teeth, each syllable wrapped in ice.

He stared intently at Li Ang, his gaze almost as if he wanted to devour him alive.

"You're smart enough to let go of Eve yourself... otherwise, I'd risk my stitches tearing open and still get out of bed to beat you up!"

"dad!"

Eve stamped her foot in protest, her cheeks flushed.

This reaction is partly due to shyness.

The other half is dissatisfaction with the father's overreaction.

"Li Ang saved your life! Why are you being so fierce!"

"Then why did you pounce on him?!"

"I...I'm just so happy and grateful!"