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

SKid Row, Northern Security Company

At a conference table, Zhou Feng, Roger, Raymond, Kane, Carter, and David sat down in turn, the paper cups in front of them emitting a faint aroma of coffee.

"Gentlemen, this is the first formal debriefing meeting since the establishment of our Northern Security."

"Let's talk about how our company has fared this month."

Zhou Feng sat upright in his chair, smiling as he looked at everyone.

Upon hearing this, Roger and the others perked up and sat up straight.

Raymond spoke first: "We received a total of 38 orders this month, and Roger received the most orders among us, with a total of 19 orders."

"Secondly, I had 8 orders, Carter had 6, and David, being a newcomer, only had 4. The other order was taken by the boss."

Raymond pulled out a small notebook filled with scribbles and scribbles.

He flipped through the pages for a while before continuing, "This month's total revenue was $84000. After deducting necessary company expenses and employee salaries, your net profit, boss, is $20,000."

Zhou Feng nodded in surprise. It was quite astonishing that their newly established security company could generate more than $80,000 in revenue in its first month.

Roger chimed in from the side:

"We haven't received any complaints from our clients yet, and they've all expressed their willingness to recommend our company to friends who might need it. I think our revenue next month will conservatively exceed six figures."

Kane adjusted his glasses and spoke up:

"I don't have any problems. It's just routine maintenance of the website and app, so I'm probably the one with the easiest job among us."

Carter panicked when he saw everyone's eyes were on him.

Think hard, you stupid thing! What have you been doing this month?!

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in his mind!

Carter rolled up his sleeves and chuckled:

"Boss, I've noticed that my physical fitness has improved a lot recently. I'm full of power now, and I feel like I could take on ten people in one go! It must be the effect of my regular training."

Upon hearing this, everyone present, except Zhou Feng, echoed his sentiments.

They have also recently noticed that their physical condition has suddenly improved a lot, and the back muscle damage caused by sleeping on concrete floors for a long time due to long-term homelessness has disappeared.

My headache is gone, my backache is gone, and my legs are no longer numb.

This caused everyone to exclaim in amazement that God had intervened.

"God" Zhou Feng chuckled awkwardly and quickly changed the subject, not wanting to reveal the matter of the [Demon Halo].

"Everyone has had a fantastic month! Let's keep this up and keep going."

"We'll start by penetrating the low-end market and then move into the high-end market, developing our own intellectual property and making the name 'Northern Security' known throughout the Americas!"

Zhou Feng paused for a moment and looked at Raymond:

"Raymond, keep an eye on the movements of other security companies in Los Angeles lately. We're at a crucial stage where we're getting our share of the pie, which is something the other companies that are already taking a slice don't want to see."

"I'm worried they might resort to some underhanded tactics. You have experience in this area, so please keep an eye on things."

Raymond immediately responded seriously, "Yes, boss!"

Zhou Feng nodded, preparing to end the meeting and give his final closing remarks.

"Brothers! Our company has only been established for a month, and we've already achieved a record of 80,000 in revenue. I believe every one of you here is full of confidence in the future of this company!"

"I believe that in November and December, we can achieve even better results, from 80,000, 100,000, 200,000, and finally even 1 million!"

"We will grow stronger and stronger, gradually go public, and create our own business empire. Then, all of you brothers here will be future billionaires!"

Upon hearing this, Roger, David, Kane, Raymond, and Carter, who were all present, had tears in their eyes, and the words stuck in their throats but they couldn't say them.

They all recalled the days when they were abandoned by the world and had to wander.

They originally had their own families, careers, savings, and houses.

Just because of an illness or an accident, half a lifetime's worth of wealth was gone in an instant.

That's not their fault, it's the fault of this cannibalistic society!

The world shouldn't be like this.

They would have drowned in the filth at the bottom, without making a ripple.

But there was one person who picked them up one by one from the streets.

They pulled them back from the brink of death and gave them the courage to live.

Here, they have new families, new opportunities, and a new tomorrow.

Why wouldn't people want to follow a boss like that?

"I swear to follow the boss to the death!"

"I swear to follow the boss to the death!!!"

Their voices seemed to shake down the clear blue sky, loud enough to demonstrate their loyalty.

Zhou Feng covered his face and dug his toes into the ground.

These foreigners are great in every way, except for one thing: they always seem to create these awkward situations.

……

After the meeting, Roger and the others left one after another, leaving only Zhou Feng and Raymond.

Zhou Feng patted him on the shoulder:

"Raymond, I will adjust the company strategy and expand outwards as soon as possible. You must pay close attention to the movements of our competitors, otherwise we will be in a very difficult situation."

Raymond nodded fiercely:

"Don't worry, boss! With me here, no one can touch our company!"

Zhou Feng nodded in satisfaction, indicating that he could leave.

……

Los Angeles Police Department

"Boss! The media has practically swarmed the police station! They're all asking about the Skid Row Bloods murders."

Inside the office.

Brown was disheveled, and there was a stack of white powder on the table.

Hearing a sound outside the door, he hurriedly put the powder away, then said, his tone fierce but his voice weak:

"Fuck! Who leaked the information?"

"Didn't I tell you to cordon off that block?!"

The detective outside the door also had a long face:

"I don't know, boss. Besides the driver who reported the incident, it's just us here. There couldn't be anyone else."

"Why don't you go and issue a response, boss? Otherwise, those media people will practically wear down the doorstep of our police station!"

Brown was furious, his face turning ashen. How could he not know how terrifying these media outlets were?

They're like sharks that have smelled blood; they won't leave until they get some exciting, satisfying news.

But the problem is that we haven't even seen a trace of the murderer yet. What if the media labels us as incompetent?

What will happen to his official hat?!

Suddenly, an immature idea surfaced in his mind.

No one will sympathize with gangsters who have committed countless evil deeds; people will only be shocked by the sudden loss of so many lives.

What if you package it up a bit, tell a little white lie?

With that thought in mind, Brown immediately straightened his clothes in front of the mirror and then resolutely headed to the police station entrance.

At this moment, the police station entrance was densely packed with media outlets. Upon seeing Chief Brown appear, they instantly became excited and raised their microphones to point at him.

"Chief, what are your thoughts on the Skid Row massacre?"

"Chief, could you please provide any information about the murderer?"

"Director..."

……

Faced with these questions, Brown coughed lightly and pressed his hands down gently, signaling everyone to be quiet.

Once the media quieted down, Brown put on a professional smile and spoke in a gentle tone:

"All of this was a secret anti-bandit operation by our LAPD."

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