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

Roth stopped wielding his knife, and Matthew seized the opportunity to open the Bank of America app on his phone, offering it to Roth with a look of panic.

Roth took it and saw that the balance displayed on it was $786.31.

He touched his bald head in confusion, feeling like his brain wasn't quite working properly.

What should I do? I feel like what they both said is true.

At this moment, the man with the white tiger tattoo on his arm spoke up.

"Bro, we're a gang! Why waste time talking to them? Just grab them both and question them, won't that solve the problem?"

Upon hearing this, Roth felt as if he had been enlightened.

Yeah, I'm a gangster!

So he left one person to watch over Matthew, and once again aimed the knife at Zhou Feng.

"You cunning yellow-skinned monkey, you almost tricked me. Choose for yourself: come back with us, or we'll carry you back?"

Zhou Feng didn't speak, because a pale blue light screen was appearing in front of him.

[Ding! The system has assigned you a new task.]

[Mission Details: While wandering the world, you encountered six lone vampires who had been committing murder, arson, and poisoning the local population. Righteous demon hunter, please, in the name of God, punish them! Bring a brief period of peace to this village!]

[Quest Reward: Legendary Skill Fragment x1, +0.1 to all three attributes]

Are we finally going to grind our way to unlock the legendary skill?!

Zhou Feng licked his lips, and his smile gradually turned sinister.

One against six, the advantage is on my side!

He then threw a punch, instantly striking a gang member in the face.

The terrifying force almost deformed the other person's face, sending several teeth and blood flying everywhere.

Then, with a powerful kick, he sent the man flying five or six meters away.

Before anyone else could react, Zhou Feng moved like a cheetah, rushing towards the person closest to him.

The Blood Gang member targeted by Zhou Feng felt his hair stand on end and instinctively frantically swung his machete, trying to stop him from getting closer.

Zhou Feng dodged the knife tip by sidestepping, then swiftly extended his right hand, grabbed the member's wrist, and with a burst of power from all his muscles, executed an over-the-shoulder throw, slamming him hard into the ground.

boom!

The whole process took no more than five seconds, at which point Roth and his group finally reacted.

"Fuck! You're asking for it!"

The remaining four rushed forward. Zhou Feng remained indifferent as he bent down to pick up the machete from the ground, a sharp blue light flashing in his pupils.

Hawkeye activated!

He took in every move of his opponent, as if slowed down countless times. In the blink of an eye, the blade flashed past him.

Zhou Feng's 1.8 mental attribute allowed him to control his body to the extreme, enabling him to narrowly escape from the opponent's dense attacks every time.

Rott and the others were dumbfounded. Was this a human or a ghost?

But Zhou Feng didn't give them any time to breathe. Every attack he made was a powerful and heavy blow that no one could withstand. Cries of pain filled the air.

Before long, four wriggling figures appeared on the ground.

Now, only Zhou Feng and Luo Te are still able to stand up.

Roth couldn't understand what he was seeing: six burly men with weapons couldn't defeat a yellow-skinned monkey who was unarmed?

Seeing Zhou Feng walking towards him again, he quickly backed away until his back was against the back of the Chevrolet before he spoke with a sharp, stern expression.

"FUCK!! I'm a member of the Bloods! I'm the king of Skid Row!! You can't kill me!"

Zhou Feng's eyes were cold, his face still stained with someone else's blood, and he wore a sharp black suit. His leather shoes clattered on the cement floor.

It gives off a violent yet elegant feeling, like a demon who has just emerged from hell.

He ignored Roth's threat, gripped the machete in reverse, and walked straight toward him.

Upon seeing this, Roth's heart pounded, and his expression suddenly turned crazed.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out the black pistol, and roared with bloodshot eyes, "You forced me to do this!!"

Without hesitation, he was about to pull the trigger.

But Zhou Feng remained expressionless and snapped his fingers.

In an instant, all creatures within a 20-meter radius of him that were identified as hostile units suddenly went blank and stood frozen in place.

Zhou Feng strolled leisurely to Roth, took the Walther from his hand, and examined it with great interest.

Three seconds pass in the blink of an eye.

Roth snapped out of his daze and was horrified to find that Zhou Feng had somehow appeared in front of him. He frantically pulled the trigger.

But he felt the sensation of holding something in his hand disappear, and he looked down.

FUCK!! Where's the gun?!

When I looked up again, my eyes were bloodshot.

All he could see was a dark hole pointing directly at his forehead.

Following him was Zhou Feng's stunningly handsome face, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Hey, is this what you're looking for?"

thump!

Roth actually knelt down and began to cry and plead his case, tears streaming down his face.

"Please, please don't kill me!! I have two elderly people and children at home! I work hard every day, it's all their fault for forcing me to! Yes, it's all Matthew's fault! He tricked me into robbing you!"

As she spoke, she even crawled down to hug Zhou Feng's leg.

Zhou Feng kicked him away without hesitation, his expression one of utter disgust.

"When did I ever say I was going to kill you?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise appeared on Roth's face, and he quickly nodded: "Yes, yes, Asians have always been tolerant and generous, and they won't hold a grudge against small people like us."

After he finished speaking, he saw Zhou Feng staring at him with a strange expression. Roth felt uneasy under Zhou Feng's gaze and was about to speak.

Zhou Feng was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so he raised his foot, aimed at Roth's calf, and stomped down hard.

click

"ah!!!"

A scream echoed through the sky as Roth's lower leg bent at a bizarre negative angle, the fracture site revealing a reddish-purple bruise.

The intense pain contorted Roth's face, leaving him drenched in sweat and breathing heavily.

Before he could catch his breath, he was horrified to find that Zhou Feng had raised his foot again.

Another scream rang out, and Roth fainted from the pain.

Zhou Feng remained calm as he stripped Roth of all his valuables.

Then the same procedure was repeated on the other Blood Gang members lying on the ground.

Broken leg, loot, next one.

For a moment, the place resembled a hell, with screams echoing everywhere.

Zhou Feng checked the received goods:

The total is: $2000, a Walther pistol, several machetes, and several steel bars.

"Pah! You poor wretch! What are you doing robbing people if you have no money?"

Zhou Feng spat at them with utter disdain, then took a cell phone from their pockets and dialed the most expensive hospital number.

"Hello, someone has suddenly collapsed on Skid Row East 3rd Street. Yes, my name is Matthew."

After doing all this, Zhou Feng took out a tissue to wipe the blood off his body, and then strode away.

Only Matthew was left behind, locked in the car, nearly scared to death.

[Ding! System task completed! Rewards being distributed to you.]

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