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

It's late at night at Casa Del Mar (a couples' hotel).

The atmosphere in the room was ambiguous, with the dim, warm light spilling out, and two figures were locked in a passionate kiss on the bed.

The alluring scent of cedarwood blends with a subtle shower gel fragrance, intertwined with the aroma of masculine hormones.

The lace strapless top was thrown aside, and a torn white lace thread lay on the ground.

After such a long time...

"Feng, please let me go, I really can't take it anymore."

Grace's eyes were red-rimmed, her lips were swollen, and her gaze was unfocused.

Her slender fingers pressed against Zhou Feng's broad, sturdy chest, trembling as she begged for mercy.

Zhou Feng turned and pulled Grace into his arms, teasingly asking, "Who was it that just said they wanted me to completely submit?"

At the same time, he was secretly alarmed. Was this woman a succubus reincarnated?

He fed her seven times before she was full. If it weren't for the 1.6 increase in physique from his strength attribute, he would have surrendered long ago.

Thinking of this, he had his men do something mischievous, which made Grace gasp in surprise.

"Eve, what should you call me now, hmm?"

Upon hearing this, Grace blushed and hesitated for a moment before speaking in a barely audible voice.

"Master...Master."

Zhou Feng patted her shapely buttocks with satisfaction, then pulled the blanket over his head and began a new battle.

……

[Ding! Congratulations to the Demon Hunter for conquering a high-ranking succubus with your superb swordsmanship and bathing in "Succubus Blood Essence," completing the hidden quest—The Enchantress Hunter. Rewards are being distributed.]

[Quest Reward: Learn the epic skill - Charm, +0.1 to all three attributes]

[Charm: After casting, all enemy units within a 20-meter radius of the caster will be forcibly charmed for 3 seconds. Cooldown: 8 hours]

[Strength Attribute: 1.6 → 1.7]

[Speed ​​attribute: 1.0 → 1.1]

[Mental Attribute: 1.7→1.8]

At the hotel entrance.

Zhou Feng had just helped Grace, who was having some difficulty walking, into the car.

The system notification sounded.

He glanced at it briefly, and his eyes immediately lit up.

Great skill! A god-tier AOE control skill!

Although you can only control it for three seconds, in American gunfight uniforms, those three seconds are enough to accomplish a lot.

For example, assassination, infiltration, and large-scale urban warfare.

drop!!

The piercing horns of cars in the parking lot pulled Zhou Feng back from his thoughts.

He quickly wrapped his clothes tighter around himself, hailed a taxi, and headed towards Skid Row.

……

Frolic Room Bar

Matthew stood trembling beside five fierce-looking, burly white men. At 1.7 meters tall, he looked no different from a little girl in black stockings.

Roth stared at Matthew and sneered.

"You lead the way this time. If that yellow-skinned monkey doesn't have the forty thousand dollars you mentioned..."

He paused for a moment, then pulled a brand-new, jet-black pistol from his pocket and slammed it on the table.

"If you pay even a penny less, I'll chop off one of your fingers! If that's not enough, I'll use your body to pay off the debt! I'm sure those medical students at universities would be happy to have another specimen for them to study."

Matthew was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly swore, "I... I saw him put the money in his pocket with my own eyes, I swear it's true!"

Lotte ignored him and instead looked at the gang members: "Let's do it the way we agreed before. After it's done, I'll take 60%, and the rest will be split among the brothers."

A burly man with a white tiger tattooed on his arm patted his chest.

"Don't worry, Rott. If you manage to curry favor with the boss, don't forget about us brothers."

Roth burst into laughter.

"Alright! After this job, we'll be living the high life! Brothers, grab your weapons!"

With a shout, the members grabbed their machetes and steel pipes and got into Matthew's black Chevrolet.

Roth brought up the rear. He hesitated for a moment, then tucked the Walther PPQ pistol from the table into his pocket before quickly catching up with the rest of the group.

With the engine roaring, it sped toward Skid Row.

……

Half an hour later, as the vehicle drove deeper into Skid Row, the scenery outside the window gradually became dilapidated.

Matthew stretched his hand out the window and raised his finger in one direction.

"That yellow-skinned monkey went in from here."

Upon hearing this, Roth, in the passenger seat, said, "Slow down, guys. Keep your eyes peeled, don't let that kid get away!"

Just then, a taxi passed by their car and stopped in the direction Matthew had pointed earlier.

A man got out of the car.

Matthew glanced at it and then pointed over there with great excitement.

"It's him! It's him! It's definitely him!"

At this moment, Zhou Feng had just paid for the car and was preparing to go to the company to inspect the work.

A black Chevrolet screeched to a halt in front of him.

The car door was flung open with a bang, and several burly men carrying steel bars and machetes filed out and surrounded Zhou Feng.

Zhou Feng frowned. What's going on?

When did Chevrolet become the American version of Chan Ho-nam's mobile office?

Although he was bewildered, he instantly assumed a fighting stance, simultaneously activating his "snobbish eyes," and information about everyone appeared before his eyes.

[Name: Rott Bobby, Bloods member, carrying a Walther PPQ pistol]

[Name: 5 thugs, Blood Gang members, weapons: machetes and steel bars]

[Name: Matthew...]

Zhou Feng raised an eyebrow.

Oh, there's someone I know here?

Is this person so desperate that they're crying and looking for someone to gank them?

The leader, Roth, was carrying a machete and grinning maliciously.

"You yellow-skinned kid, you should know why we're here, right? Some money is beyond your control."

"If you know what's good for you, hand it over yourself. Otherwise, in Skid Row, I can't guarantee you'll see the sun rise tomorrow."

Zhou Feng was speechless. Why was it the Blood Gang again?

Didn't we just take care of two "Dark Elves" last time? How come another batch is here so soon?

He thought for a moment, and suddenly a wicked plan came to him.

Zhou Feng suddenly shook his head in despair and pain.

"You're too late. I'm out of money. Yesterday, a man named Matthew robbed me of everything, and he even threatened me not to call the police."

His tone carried three parts regret and seven parts trembling, and even the fear in his eyes was perfectly timed, making the whole thing seem natural.

Seeing that Zhou Feng didn't seem to be acting, Roth flew into a rage. He went back to the car, pulled the terrified Matthew out, and roared.

"Tell me! Why did this yellow-skinned monkey say you stole all his money? Give me an explanation! Otherwise, you'll be heading to the morgue tomorrow!"

Upon hearing this, Matthew was so shocked that his mouth could have fit a whole egg. He looked at Zhou Feng in disbelief.

"How could you...?"

"It's you!! The person who robbed me yesterday!"

Zhou Feng immediately interrupted him, both surprised and frightened.

Matthew's eyes widened: "I..."

"I really have no money left! Please, find someone else to rob!!"

Zhou Feng interrupted the spellcasting again.

Matthew: How dare you slander someone's innocence out of thin air!

Ignoring all that, Roth slapped Matthew across the face with a sharp crack, leaving a clear mark.

Matthew collapsed to the ground, the intense pain keeping him awake for a long time.

Roth's face was so dark it seemed like it could drip water. He placed the machete against Matthew's neck, his tone fierce.

"In Los Angeles, no one can fool the Bloods!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his knife to slash at Matthew's neck.

Matthew was terrified at the sight, and a yellowish-brown liquid involuntarily flowed between his legs.

He didn't care about his image and begged for mercy.

"Don't kill me! I can prove it!!"

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