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

Skid Row, at night.

After parting ways with Zhou Feng, Roger took Lucy back to his rented place.

What he didn't notice was that the moment he entered the room, a black man wearing a red headscarf walked out from the opposite corner.

Clearly, this black man had been staking out this spot for quite some time.

It was already late, and after confirming that the two people inside would not come out, the black man prepared to return to his gang.

He arrived at an abandoned factory, which was the Blood Gang's usual gathering place.

The Black man nodded to the guards at the entrance, who were also wearing red headscarves, and then went inside. Immediately, a strong smell of leaves mixed with a pungent smell of smoke hit him.

The factory has two floors. The first floor is used for the members' leisure and entertainment, while the second floor is divided into more than a dozen small rooms. Only the gang's high-ranking members can go up there unless there is something important to report.

The Black man went up to the second floor, went straight to the innermost room, and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The black man pushed open the door and went inside.

Inside, four low-ranking members of a gang were sitting around a table covered with cash and gambling licenses.

Jack, who was in the lead, had a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He looked up at the black man and said:

"What's the situation with the goods?"

The Black man, of course, knew what the cargo referred to, and immediately bowed slightly.

"The goods haven't changed much. I don't go out after nine o'clock every day, and there are always people around, so there's almost no chance to make a move."

Jack nodded, but his eyes remained fixed on the cards.

"Don't panic. The owner isn't in a hurry to receive the goods. Keep an eye on them and don't alert them. Also, make sure the goods are intact, otherwise they'll be worthless."

After the black man left the room, someone at the gambling table spoke up.

"Recently, the gang's informant said that a new company has appeared on East 3rd Street, apparently in the security business? The boss seems to be Asian."

Jack sneered upon hearing this.

"I had no idea they were planning to do business on my turf, but they weren't going to pay protection money?"

"It just so happens that Estádio Biotech is short of materials to make skull light bulbs, and I think this Asian man should fetch a good price."

After he finished speaking, the other three people present smiled knowingly.

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the other side.

Zhou Feng sat calmly on the bedside table in the hotel and laid out the Walther pistol that had been confiscated earlier.

He took out the magazine and arranged the golden bullets one by one, standing them upright.

There are thirteen in total.

Zhou Feng shook his head slightly.

A condition called "fear of insufficient firepower" constantly haunted him.

Thirteen bullets were clearly not enough to wipe out a gang.

Not to mention that the other side also has firearms.

Although he has a system, his physical body is not tough enough to withstand bullets.

Trying to take down the enemy's base without any prior knowledge is an incredibly stupid act.

Think before you act.

He needed to develop a detailed plan, find out the Blood Gang's personnel distribution, weaponry, and terrain map.

The goal is to leave no survivors.

Zhou Feng got up and walked to the window, gazing calmly at the city's nightscape.

Roger is an important employee of the company.

Without him, it would have taken much longer to find and expand the customer base, and the company wouldn't have been able to get on track so quickly.

Therefore, as a boss, if an employee's family member's life is in danger, and he has the ability to stop it, he naturally will not stand idly by.

Moreover, Lucy was just an innocent ten-year-old child.

Just as Zhou Feng was thinking, his phone rang.

Zhou Feng picked it up and saw that it was a photo sent by Grace.

Clicking on it reveals a selfie.

Judging from the background, it was probably taken at home.

In the photo, Grace is wearing a tight-fitting soccer babe outfit.

The snow-white, rounded jade peaks were mostly exposed.

She wore a pair of super short denim shorts, and her smooth, white long legs were covered with white stockings as she knelt on the bed.

The expression on her face was indescribably alluring and seductive.

Zhou Feng raised an eyebrow. Was spring here?

He didn't understand, but he admired it very much, so he typed a reply.

[Zhou Feng: Good-looking, I like watching it, please post more]

The reply came quickly, probably because they had been waiting in front of the screen.

[Grace: Master, your puppy is starving! If you don't feed it soon, it'll get angry!]

[Grace: Dog looking aggrieved.jpg.]

Zhou Feng exclaimed, "Wow!"

A succubus is a succubus! He didn't even need to adjust it; it just turned into this on its own.

However, I was indeed quite busy for the past two days, and my replies to messages were a bit slow. If it were any other girl, she would probably have gotten angry by now.

Grace simply posted a photo of herself and expressed that she felt wronged.

She really did! I'm crying my eyes out!

Thinking of this, Zhou Feng replied with some shame.

[Zhou Feng: I've been a bit busy these past few days. How about we go out and have some fun tomorrow?]

[Grace: Dog nodding (jpg)]

[Zhou Feng: It's getting late, have a good night.]

[Grace: Feng, goodnight, kiss jpg.]

Zhou Feng put down his phone, smiled, turned around, and went to bed.

……

The next day, at nine o'clock in the morning

Zhou Feng got up, quickly tidied himself up, changed into a more formal outfit, and took a taxi to see Grace.

Today's date location was chosen to be a very romantic place—Echo Park.

The park is famous for its central lake, with tall and straight palm trees lining the shore. Several swans swim gracefully across the clear blue-green lake.

The distant horizon blends seamlessly with the natural scenery, creating a picturesque landscape.

As soon as Zhou Feng arrived, he spotted a familiar figure in the distance, who then jogged over to him.

Grace looked exceptionally beautiful today, with light makeup, a white dress, and her blonde hair shimmering in the sunlight.

They looked like elves who had stepped out of a novel.

When Zhou Feng saw her running towards him, he opened his arms and caught her steadily.

She was soft and yielding in my arms, accompanied by her captivating fragrance.

After a few days apart, Grace became even more clingy, burying her head deeply in Zhou Feng's shoulder and greedily inhaling his scent.

Seeing this, Zhou Feng was both amused and exasperated: "Eve, only puppies can distinguish their companions by scent."

Grace clung to Zhou Feng and said in a muffled voice:

"Then I am also my master's little dog."

Zhou Feng was speechless. What kind of situation had he gotten himself into?

He gently patted Grace's firm, round buttocks and said helplessly:

"Stop fooling around, someone's watching. Where do you want to go today?"

Upon hearing this, Grace got off Zhou Feng and held his hand tightly.

"I'm fine with either."

Zhou Feng was at a loss. He looked at the swan boats in the center of the lake and asked softly, "How about we try rowing?"

Grace had no objections; Zhou Feng could go anywhere.

Seeing this, Zhou Feng took her hand and walked towards the lake.

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