Demigod Mage in America

Renn looked at the Death Warrior before him and nodded in satisfaction.

He pre-ordered this outfit when he decided to take Toby on.

His grayish-white skin was covered by a black robe with several holes, beneath which was a menacing black metal armor.

That face, which was particularly eerie after being transformed by death energy, was also covered by a white bone mask.

In the United States, even if you dress casually, any suspicious behavior could lead to you being mistaken for a suspect and reported to the police.

However, if the clothing is too abstract, most people will just laugh it off rather than immediately call the police.

Just like Death Guard now, when it walks down the street, it will only be seen as some kind of cosplay enthusiast, not as some kind of suspicious suspect.

However, this set was really expensive, costing Rennes a total of $30,000.

The robe he was wearing was also custom-made and cost 50,000 yuan.

The money earned from drug dealers was quickly spent without anyone noticing.

"We need to make some money."

As Raine was pondering, a knock sounded on the door.

He closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, then gently snapped his fingers. The door to the office opened automatically, revealing a policewoman outside.

Good morning, Raine.

She looked tired and was still wearing a security uniform.

"Good morning, Catherine. Did you just get off work?"

"Yes, I lost that job last time, so I found a new one."

She looked somewhat uneasy, and after hesitating for a long time, she finally stammered out her words.

"I'm here to apologize for what happened last time."

"It's okay. You're a police officer, and it's your duty to uphold American law."

Hearing him say that, Catherine breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly stepped forward, placed the gift box in her hand on the wooden table, and gently pushed it towards him.

"This is just a small token of my appreciation. And I also want to thank you for saving me last time."

Since Americans have a custom of unwrapping gifts in front of the recipient, Ryan had no choice but to follow suit.

He opened the silver gift box and saw the gift inside: an apple pie.

"I made this myself, I hope you don't dislike it."

Ryan picked up a piece of the plastic fork next to him, scooped it up, and put it in his mouth.

"It tastes good, I like it very much, thank you."

He wasn't just saying that for show; Catherine's apple pie was indeed surprisingly delicious, though it had one of those common American flaws—it was too sweet.

If the pies you usually eat in China are 50% to 100% sweet, then Catherine's pie is at least 130% sweet.

Even someone like Ryan, who has a sweet tooth and likes to add three spoonfuls of sugar to his tofu pudding, found it a bit too much.

Catherine, having received Ryan's approval, wore a satisfied smile.

She came with unease. Although she disliked Ryan's disregard for the law, she had to admit that Ryan had helped her, and helped her quite a bit.

Catherine's upbringing made her unable to disregard the kindness shown to her by others.

This time it's both gratitude and apology.

Catherine inadvertently caught a glimpse of a figure standing in the corner.

"Who is he?"

"My servant."

Just as she was about to say something, she saw Ryan's gaze shift from her to the direction of the door.

Knock, knock, knock—the knocking sounded from outside the door, very urgent.

"I'll excuse myself for a moment."

Catherine got up to leave, but was stopped by Ryan.

"No need, we're not guests today."

The policewoman paused in her attempt to get up and sat back down.

Bang! The person outside seemed to have lost patience and kicked the door open.

Ryan stared blankly at the damaged lock, but his tapping on the handrail abruptly stopped.

Damaging property, record it.

Five black men entered through the door. The one in the lead was tall and burly, and the other four were about the same size.

They held baseball bats and looked menacing.

Upon entering and seeing Ryan and Catherine, the black man leading the group showed a clear look of astonishment, but then revealed a ferocious, cruel, and lewd smile, as if he had already foreseen some future.

The newcomer was Kevin, the son of Zhang Tuan's enemy.

He scoffed, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Ryan laughed in exasperation upon hearing this. These people were quite civilized; they trespassed on his territory and then asked him who he was.

New York also has the Castle Law, but it is limited to residential spaces; the firm is a commercial premises.

He didn't even bother to respond; he simply closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

This attitude naturally provokes displeasure in others.

Kevin's face immediately darkened. He turned and gestured for his four henchmen to come in, holding the weapons in his hands, ready to teach this arrogant yellow-skinned monkey a lesson.

These Japanese and Koreans are too presumptuous; they've forgotten who the true masters of this land are.

As for the policewoman next to him, according to the intelligence he had received, she was currently on leave and had handed over all her equipment.

This means there's only an unarmed white woman and a skinny Asian man here. What threat could they pose?

Just as Kevin was about to make a move, the wooden door behind him suddenly closed by itself, completely isolating the sounds inside from the outside.

Catherine's face tightened, because she saw the silver pistol at the waist of the leading black man gliding out as he moved.

But when she saw Ryan standing next to her, whose expression didn't even change, she suddenly stopped getting up.

Whew~~~~

A chilling wind suddenly blew through the room.

Immediately afterwards, an inhuman scream came from the side. It was Zhang Tuan. He could no longer hold back when he saw that familiar face.

The ghost that pounced on them naturally terrified everyone around them.

Kevin, the leader, gave a cold laugh. He thought the two of them were so calm, but it turned out they had colluded with this guy.

However, thinking that this ghost could stop him is wishful thinking.

Kevin raised his hand, and on the dark ring finger of his right hand was a gold ring that was heavily oxidized.

"Kneel down!"

The rough voice sounded to Zhang Tuan as if it carried some kind of irresistible will. He involuntarily stopped what he was doing, then floated to the black man and knelt down on both knees.

He was terribly panicked, but he couldn't change anything; the ring was actually controlling his behavior!

Having accomplished all this, Kevin grinned maliciously, looking at Ryan behind the table, then at Catherine, and involuntarily licked his lips.

Without the ghost in front of them, how will these two stop him?

"Catherine".

Suddenly, he heard the Asian man open his mouth slightly.

"what?"

"According to the law, am I allowed to retaliate now?"

"Huh? No... no, you have to retreat safely first, and only proceed after you're sure you can't escape."

"Aren't they blocking the only exit? And they're armed, so theoretically I'm acting in self-defense, right?"

"Forehead……"

The two men's unrestrained conversation made Kevin feel insulted.

After seeing him display such power in subduing the ghost, his underlings scurried back, looking at him as if he were some kind of idiot.

He pointed at Ryan and grinned cruelly: "Beat him up! I'll handle that woman; I'm going to teach this bitch a lesson with my big stick!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Catherine, who had been hesitant, suddenly say something to the side.

"Yes, you are acting in self-defense."

As the last word fell, the air seemed to freeze instantly.

Bang! Heavy footsteps echoed from the corner.