Nemesis of Crime in North America
Ao Xi’s features were as cold and severe as ice, yet in his eyes blazed an unyielding fire of justice. He seldom spoke, but each word he uttered was as sharp as a blade, piercing straight to the enemy’s heart. In his world, there was no compromise, no retreat—only an unwavering pursuit of justice and a merciless crushing of evil. Ordinary version: Living in North America, if you’re not convinced, just fight.
Nemesis of Crime in North America
California, Los Angeles, Monterey Park, 1 p.m.
Ao Xi lay motionless in a corner, his eyes dull and his stomach growling with hunger. The bustling crowds walked past him, indifferent, skirting around him as if he were invisible.
He was from Huaxia, and a week ago he had acquired a "Nemesis of Evil" system, but it required a firearm to activate. As everyone knew, ordinary citizens in Huaxia could not possess guns—it was strictly illegal. After much deliberation, he decided to sell off his parents' inheritance and journey to America, to Los Angeles, reputedly chaotic and lawless.
No sooner had he disembarked and hailed a cab than the driver—an old black man—took him to a remote area and robbed him blind. It was robbery in the most literal sense: his wallet, phone, documents, luggage, even his suit and leather shoes were stripped away. Ao Xi tried to resist but was beaten viciously, left unconscious.
When he awoke, night had already fallen. He called the police, who told him to wait for further notice. From then on, Ao Xi became a proud member of the homeless. Fortunately, Los Angeles was full of charitable organizations; Ao Xi wandered about, queued for food wherever he saw others doing so, and at least managed not to starve.
Lying on the ground, gazing at the sky, Ao Xi grew increasingly restless. He was not a timid man, nor one to give up easily—otherwise, he would never have dared to come to Los Angeles so boldly. Fighting hunger and dizziness, he braced himself, mustered all his strength, and struggled to his feet, inching to
