The American kill line? Let me define it.
In my previous life, I was a demonic and fake alchemy monk in the world of cultivation who had walked through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. In this life, I have become an "ordinary" Chinese restaurant owner in Los Angeles.
Until the gang crossed the line and touched the right person before my eyes.
I called the owner of the mercenary company: "Start the 'falling leaves procedure'."
He was once a retired American military officer who was on the verge of being killed. He was a good American son facing a desperate situation. Now he is my white glove.
Accompanying mother and female international student in an art scam? Don't worry, my Human Emperor Banner is short of a few fresh souls as fuel.
Behind the gangs, the heirs of the blue-blooded aristocrats and veteran military industry money saw me as a stumbling block and used political and business power unscrupulously.
I laughed. He had no idea what kind of existence he was fighting against.
In this life, I want to establish the most unfree dark order in this free land.
——And I am the only judge.
[Keywords] Killing line | Black eats black | Dark order | Human Emperor banner | Military industry old money | Accompanying mother | Female international student
