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

Zhou Feng remained expressionless, ignoring the black man's mockery.

At this moment, he felt like a martial arts fanatic who had been immersed in boxing for many years, able to see through all his opponent's weaknesses at a glance.

Seeing Zhou Feng's unmoved expression, the black man opposite him turned black with anger.

"Hey! Kung Fu kid, what are you standing there for? Money! Protection money! Give it to me! Don't you understand English?"

As he spoke, the short, dark-skinned man strode menacingly toward Zhou Feng, brandishing a small knife as if to stab him.

Zhou Feng's eyes turned cold, and he quickly dodged to the side, then clenched his right fist.

He ruthlessly slammed the knife at the wrist of the short, dark man.

"what!"

The short, dark-skinned man let out a bloodcurdling scream, his entire arm went numb instantly, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Feng delivered a powerful front kick, accurately striking the short, dark man in the abdomen.

The short, incapacitated man instantly lost his fighting ability and could only lie on the ground clutching his stomach and howling in pain.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye; the two black men never expected that this Asian man would dare to fight back.

Zhou Feng slowly picked up the knife from the ground and turned to face the other black man who wanted to help.

Dark eyes, devoid of any emotion, silently met the gaze of the black man.

Upon seeing this, the other Black man paused, frantically wiping non-existent cold sweat from his forehead.

Is this... this what they call fasting?!

He didn't understand why this Asian man in front of him, despite being full of weaknesses, gave him the feeling that he would die if he made a move.

But a sense of shame quickly overwhelmed his fear. As a member of the Blood Gang, how could he continue to live on this street if he were intimidated by a homeless man?

"Damn Asians! Go to hell!"

The tall black man steeled himself, brandished his knife, and roared as he charged toward Zhou Feng.

A howling wind rushed towards me.

Zhou Feng narrowed his eyes. In his current view, the street thugs' movements were completely devoid of skill, but their strength and physique were their advantage.

A head-on confrontation is clearly an unwise choice.

Zhou Feng gripped the knife in his hand with his back to the ground, and the moment the black man got close, he stomped his right foot hard.

He swerved to the right, narrowly avoiding the blade.

Before Blackie could react, Zhou Feng swiftly plunged the knife into his calf.

"Ah! My leg! Fuck! You despicable Asian!"

The tall Black man clutched his bleeding calf, his face contorted in pain, veins bulging on his forehead, and collapsed to the ground, incapacitated.

Hearing that the other person still had the strength to shout, Zhou Feng frowned and walked over, kicking the other person in the face.

I gently coaxed the black guy to sleep.

After doing all this, Zhou Feng glanced around and saw that all the addicts were in a daze, and no one had noticed what he was doing.

Zhou Feng smiled and shook his head, then began collecting his spoils.

To his surprise, he found quite a lot of things on these two people.

The contents were: two small knives, over three hundred and fifty US dollars, a half-smoked pack of cigarettes, and... a packet of white powdery substance wrapped in kraft paper.

Zhou Feng threw the packet of powder down the drain with a look of disgust. This stuff should never be touched, it's harmful to both yourself and others.

Luckily, when I transmigrated, this body hadn't been contaminated by the enhancement agent yet, otherwise I wouldn't be far from becoming a Gundam.

Zhou Feng didn't stay long. After putting the remaining items in his pocket, he left. Three hundred dollars was definitely a huge sum of money for him now.

As for the two night elves on the ground?

He wanted to eliminate them completely, since they said he seemed to be a member of some kind of Blood Gang, and keeping him around would only cause endless trouble.

But this is America after all, and I don't have the special privileges that come with my skin color; murder is still a crime.

With my unregistered status, who knows what kind of treatment I might receive? I might even have my magazine emptied. Where can I go to seek justice then?

So after much deliberation, I decided to let them fend for themselves here.

Zhou Feng walked back the way he came, his mind racing the whole way.

For him, returning to China was the best way out if he didn't have access to the system.

But now that we have a system, we have to cause some trouble in America.

After much thought, there are only a few tasks at hand.

1. Utilize the system to enhance your strength, build your own power, and prove your extraordinary abilities. Historical experience tells us that individual heroism is not advisable.

2. Obtaining a green card and citizenship will allow him to move around the country more easily.

3. Fast forward to "I don't eat beef!"

Zhou Feng is willing to call it the "Three-Step Plan of America"!

Understand the applause!

At that moment, the system's voice sounded.

[Honorable Demon Hunter, you have accomplished a great feat, successfully defeating two powerful Night Elves. Please claim your reward.]

[3D attribute +0.3]

A familiar warmth filled his body, causing Zhou Feng to cry out involuntarily.

As the heat dissipated, he felt his mind become more agile and his legs lighter.

Then the roulette wheel appeared again, and to Zhou Feng's surprise, this time it was a purple skill, which seemed very powerful.

[Congratulations to the Demon Hunter for drawing the Epic skill "Snobbishness"]

[Snobbish: Can view detailed information about items or people. When one's own wealth exceeds that of the observed object, one can see the other's personality traits and life story. Cannot be used on people whose wealth is higher than one's own—a skilled demon hunter always knows which court nobles can bring them wealth.]

Zhou Feng raised an eyebrow. Is this system toxic?

Why would someone like me, a homeless person, compare my wealth with others? No wonder I'm called a snob; the name is quite fitting.

Despite the criticism, Zhou Feng was still quite satisfied with the skill.

After all, it's an information gathering skill, and it can be very useful if used properly.

Zhou Feng walked along, lost in thought.

It took Zhou Feng quite a while to get to his little place, but when he arrived, he was dumbfounded.

No child?

Where are my things?

The corners where he used to put his junk were now completely empty, not a single hair left.

Zhou Feng stared wide-eyed, repeatedly checking if he had gone to the wrong place.

The answer is obviously no.

"Damn it! My house got burgled while I was out for a meal?"