The American kill line? I’m here to define it.
In my previous life, I was a false Core Formation cultivator of the demonic path, tempered in a world of corpses and bloodshed. In this life, I became an utterly ordinary Chinese restaurant owner in Los Angeles.
That is, until a gang crossed the line and laid hands on someone they shouldn’t have, right in front of me.
I called the owner of a mercenary company. “Initiate the Fallen Leaves Protocol.”
He was once an American veteran who fell below the kill line, a good American pushed to the brink. Now he’s my front man.
A fake-art scam involving a mom accompanying her child abroad for school and a Chinese student? Don’t rush. My Banner of the Human Emperor is just short a few fresh souls for fuel.
Behind the gangs, blue-blooded nobles and heirs to old money in the military-industrial complex saw me as an obstacle and brazenly brought their political and business power to bear.
I laughed. He had no idea what kind of being he’d made an enemy of.
In this life, I will build the most unfree dark order on this land of freedom.
And I alone will be its judge.
Keywords: kill line | gang-on-gang crime | dark order | Banner of the Human Emperor | military-industrial old money | mom accompanying her child abroad for school | Chinese student abroad
