The American kill line? I, a demon hunter, don't eat beef.

The temperature in Los Angeles in October is moderate and the climate is pleasant.

The air in Skid Row is filled with a strangely sweet, cloying smell, mixed with the stench of various excrements, which assaults the brain.

Don't assume that Skid Row is located in the suburbs of Los Angeles just because it's a chaotic slum.

Actually, quite the opposite is true; it's located in downtown Los Angeles, just a five-minute walk from the bustling city center.

The reason this place is chaotic is because the composition of its inhabitants is very complex.

There are drug dealers, gangsters, addicts, bankrupt middle-class people, or homeless people.

People from bustling areas would not set foot in this neighborhood unless absolutely necessary.

Similarly, the original inhabitants of this neighborhood are also strictly restricted in their activity areas, and there is no reason why they cannot easily leave.

Zhou Feng, disheveled and unkempt, walked toward the food bank.

After about ten minutes, we finally saw the food bank distributing food in the distance.

It was a dilapidated red brick house covered with all sorts of graffiti.

At the entrance, four white sunshades were set up, and several wooden tables were put together, with piles of supplies on them.

The cardboard box was slightly ajar, revealing bread, water, and other food items inside.

Several volunteers wearing blue vests were standing by a wooden table distributing food.

By this time, a long queue had formed in front of the food bank; Zhou Feng roughly estimated that there were about fifty or sixty people in it.

He quickly walked to the back of the line and joined the queue.

About half an hour later.

Zhou Feng finally received his food—a few pieces of bread, a floret of yellowed broccoli, a bottle of mineral water, and a box of pasta that was nearing its expiration date.

At the same time, a system notification sounded in my mind.

[Dear Demon Hunter, you have made a very wise decision: the path of demon hunting is long and arduous, and logistical reserves are indispensable. Sufficient rations and water will further enhance your strength.]

[In recognition of your performance, the following newbie reward will be issued: 1 random skill book, +0.3 to Strength attribute]

Zhou Feng's eyes lit up; he hadn't expected that receiving relief food would trigger a system reward.

[Reward: Strength attribute +0.3]

Immediately afterwards, he felt a surge of heat emanating from his lower abdomen, spreading throughout his limbs and bones.

Ah~~

The feeling of being so hungry that he felt dizzy and weak all over completely disappeared, and even the wounds on his body healed instantly. Zhou Feng felt like he could take on ten people now!

At the same time, he noticed a colorful wheel in front of him, covered with densely written, impressive-looking skills.

Such as the blue [Blood Demon's Wrath], the purple [Holy Light Prayer], and the gold [Blade Technique].

Wait a minute! Something strange seems to have snuck in.

What the hell is this "supernatural reproduction"?!

What use is it for a man to have extraordinary fertility?

Also, why is it red?!

[Start drawing skills]

The system offered no explanation, simply spinning the wheel at breakneck speed.

Zhou Feng was so angry he gritted his teeth. Now, all he could do was pray that he wouldn't actually be drawn for extraordinary fertility.

After a long while, the roulette wheel gradually slowed down, finally stopping at the blue text of "[Demon Hunter Fist Technique]".

Thank goodness.

Zhou Feng breathed a sigh of relief; as long as it wasn't [extraordinary reproduction], that was fine.

[Congratulations to the Demon Hunter for acquiring the rare skill "Demon Hunter's Fist"]

[Demon Hunter Fist Technique: A rare and highly aggressive fist technique—with it, Mom won't have to worry about me running into vampires anymore!]

The next moment, Zhou Feng seemed to have his Ren and Du meridians opened up, and he instantly understood the true meaning of this set of boxing techniques. He could use it as soon as he wanted to.

"I didn't expect this system to be so useful."

Zhou Feng happily took a piece of bread from the bag and started eating it.

To be honest, the food here in America didn't suit his taste; it was sickeningly sweet.

But given that it was a special time, having enough food to sustain vital signs was already a great achievement.

Zhou Feng swallowed the bread and bottled water with great difficulty, almost as if he were eating a bite of bread followed by a sip of bottled water.

He needs to find a way to make money as soon as possible; he doesn't want to eat this kind of junk food every day.

As a Chinese person, he is quite particular about food.

Just as Zhou Feng was figuring out how to make money, a voice with an extremely harsh tone rang out from behind him.

"Asian, stop right there!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Feng turned around in confusion and saw two black men, one tall and one short, dressed in a hip-hop style and holding knives, staring at him fiercely.

That skin color, that outfit—they don't seem like friendly acquaintances.

Zhou Feng, with a calm expression, asked, "Bro, what's up?"

Although there was a fist technique rewarded by the system, there were still two opponents, each wielding a weapon.

He wasn't confident that a fight would actually break out.

The short, dark-skinned man toyed with the knife in his hand, excitedly examining Zhou Feng as if he were looking at a valuable item. He spoke in a sinister tone.

"Fuck you, Asian, don't you know this road is under the jurisdiction of our Blood Gang?"

Zhou Feng was a little confused, as this was not mentioned in the original owner's memories that he inherited.

"Excuse me, bro, I'm new here and don't know the rules. I'll be going now."

Although Zhou Feng was puzzled, he still chose to turn around and leave. After all, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake, and it's best to minimize conflicts before he develops himself.

Unexpected.

Another tall Black man had somehow gotten behind him, blocking all his escape routes.

"Pay me a thousand dollars in protection money, and I'll let you go."

The short, dark-skinned man grinned maliciously and extended his right hand towards Zhou Feng with a threatening look in his eyes.

This wasn't the first time he'd done something like this, and he didn't think for a second that the Asian beggar in front of him could afford protection money.

Zhou Feng remained expressionless, but out of the corner of his eye, he began to survey his surroundings.

Even if someone is desperate for money, they wouldn't be so stupid as to ask a beggar for protection money. These two black men were clearly after something else.

Since it's not about making money.

That would be murder.

It's one against two, and the opponent has a numerical advantage, so it seems the only option is to strike first.

At the same time, the system notification sounded again.

[Ding, the system has assigned you a new task]

[Quest Description: While wandering the world, you have encountered two murderous and arsonist night elves. Righteous demon hunter, please kill these monsters as soon as possible.]

[Task Rewards: 200 Gold Coins, 1 Random Skill, +0.3 to each of the three main attributes]

Zhou Feng was stunned for a moment. A night elf?

His gaze fell on the two black men, and a forced smile crept onto his lips.

This system is quite good at coming up with names.

However, since the system has already assigned the task, there's no reason not to do it.

Zhou Feng immediately focused his energy in his dantian, assuming the stance of the Demon Hunter Fist, and an indescribable aura rose from his body.

The two black men couldn't help but burst into laughter when they saw him like this.

Hahahahahaha.

"Chinese Kung Fu?"