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Chapter 104 The Holy Church

Rosen stared at the parchment in the box, his breathing becoming heavy.

【Item: Holy Church (Beginner)】

[Quality: Purple]

[Capacity: 20]

[Description: This is a wondrous building imbued with mysterious power, covering an area of ​​approximately 500 square meters. Upon completion, it will automatically possess special effects.]

[Effect 1: Creatures located inside the building experience a 30% reduction in negative emotions and are more likely to experience calm, peace, and positive feelings.]

[Effect 2: Creatures located inside buildings will have their faith upgrade speed increased by 20%.]

[Unique Ability of the Artifact: Faith Resonance - When more and more people with the same faith gather in the Holy Church to carry out common faith activities (prayer, sermon, assembly, etc.).]

This will trigger a Faith Resonance effect, significantly increasing the Faith upgrade speed based on the number of participants.

[Note: This building can serve as the headquarters of the "Iron Claw Sanctuary".]

[Value: 200000 Kazakhstani Credits]

The estimated value is 200,000 Kazakhstani rupees.

A rare building of purple quality.

Negative emotions are reduced.

Faith upgrades are accelerating.

Faith resonance.

Moreover, it can serve as the headquarters of the Ironclaw Sanctuary.

He stared at the line of text, countless thoughts flashing through his mind in an instant.

He had been thinking about how to effectively convert people into true believers once the public opinion grew and more and more people were attracted to the cause.

Relying on his smooth talk? His personal charm? His newly written "Iron Claw Manual"?

Those are certainly useful.

But that's far from enough.

Faith requires an environment, an atmosphere, and a power that immerses people and involuntarily inspires them.

And this sacred church perfectly met his requirements.

Five hundred square meters is enough to accommodate several hundred people for a gathering at the same time.

Rosen's lips slowly curved into a smile.

Worth it.

It was totally worth it.

Just for this one thing, today's trip can be considered a great success.

Even if he doesn't open any of the remaining treasure chests, and even if he only gets the minimum reward from that faction quest, he'll still make a fortune.

Rosen reached out and made a grasping motion, taking the purple-glowing parchment into his system inventory.

Then he stood up and took one last look at the office.

It's empty.

Rosen turned and walked towards the door.

Just as he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and looked down at the virtual projection on his wrist.

The faction quest notification is still lit up there.

[Help the Chromie family defeat the Fang Gang and preserve the family's strength]

Current completion rate: 60%

[Note: The hostages were rescued, which weakened the Fang Gang to some extent, but the Fang Gang's main force remains intact, and the Chromie family is still at a disadvantage.]

Rosen narrowed his eyes.

sixty.

Only sixty.

He saved the little brat and pulled the Chromie family out of their most dire situation, but that was all.

The main force of the Fangtooth Gang is still intact.

Those gunmen, those elites, are still exchanging fire with the Cromi family.

What will happen to the Cromi family if he just leaves like this?

What will happen to Javi?

What will happen to Kara?

Rosen stroked his chin, then a smile crept onto his lips.

Since we're here...

Let's stir it again.

He turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

Gunfire erupted like a torrential downpour in the casino lobby.

Olomi, the eldest brother of the Cromi family, hid behind a thick stone pillar, veins bulging on his forehead.

He had just poked his head out when he fired a burst of bullets at the other side.

Before he could even pull back, countless bullets rained down on the stone pillar where he was hiding, sending stone chips flying everywhere.

"Oh shit!"

He cursed under his breath and pressed himself tightly against the stone pillar, not daring to show his face again.

A gunman from the Chromie family crouched down beside him, his face grim: "Young Master, the enemy's firepower is too intense! The brothers are being relentlessly attacked and can't even lift their heads!"

Olomi clenched his teeth, the muscles in his cheeks bulging.

Of course he knew.

He had just witnessed an old brother of his family being riddled with bullets the moment he peeked out.

That person had been with the family for over a decade, and then suddenly he was gone.

"How can their firepower be so intense?!"

His voice was filled with barely suppressed anger and bewilderment.

Behind them, an aged voice came: "Because they swallowed up the Bloodfang Gang."

Javi, leaning on his scepter, slowly walked over and leaned against the pillar next to Olomi.

His chest was still aching, but he couldn't care less about that now.

"Although the Bloodfang Gang was wiped out, their guns, their ammunition, and their manpower have now all fallen into the hands of the Fang Gang."

Javi's voice was calm, but beneath the calm lay deep exhaustion: "Whether it's numbers, individual strength, or firepower, they are stronger than us. It's fortunate that we killed Fang first, which caused their morale to waver..."

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He paused, then looked across at the other side: "Otherwise, if things really come to a head, we might not be able to beat them, and that's not necessarily true now."

Olomi's face turned even uglier.

He recalled Fang's arrogant expression just now; at that time, he thought the man was crazy.

Now he understands that the man wasn't crazy.

They really do have that ability.

Across from them, the second-in-command of the Fangtooth Gang hid behind an overturned gambling table, his eyes red-rimmed.

In his hand, he still held the gun that Fang had used before he died.

The barrel was still hot.

But his elder brother's body was already cold.

"Kill! Kill them all!"

He roared at the gunmen behind him, his voice trembling: "Avenge the boss! Kill these Italian bastards!!"

The Fangs' gunmen fired wildly, like madmen.

Fang, despite his arrogance and inflated ego, is actually a person who can see things clearly.

He was usually extravagant and lived a life of debauchery, but he was truly generous to his subordinates.

He takes the lead in donating when someone's family is in trouble.

He personally takes anyone who is injured to the hospital.

He would take out his money without hesitation if anyone was short of cash.

Therefore, the Fang Gang's cohesion may not be inferior to that of the Cromi family.

Now that their leader is dead, these guys are all red with envy.

"Da da da da da!!!"

Bullets rained down like a storm.

The Cromi family was so oppressed that they couldn't even lift their heads.

Olomi gritted his teeth, about to order a risky counterattack—

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

It's very crisp.

It was completely different from the "rat-a-tat" sound of those submachine guns.

Olomi paused for a moment.

Then he saw a burly man opposite him, who was firing a submachine gun wildly, suddenly shudder and fall straight down.

A bloody hole between his eyebrows.

Olomi's eyes widened.

"What happened?"

Before he could react, another gunshot rang out.

"Bang!"

Another Fangtooth gang gunman has fallen.

The same location.

The same forehead.

Similarly, one shot was all it took to kill him.

Two shots, two people.

Olomi's mind went blank.

You know, the fight was so intense just now, and both sides exchanged fire for so long, but apart from Fang and those few witnesses, only four or five people died on both sides combined.

Those two shots took out two people.

Across from them, the second-in-command of the Fang Gang turned deathly pale. Almost instinctively, he collapsed to the ground, yelling behind him, "Everyone take cover!! There's a sniper!!"

The fangs' gunmen felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over their heads; their earlier frenzy vanished instantly.

They all retreated behind their bunkers, not daring to show their faces again.

A few of the bolder ones stuck their guns out and started firing wildly in the direction from which the gunshots had come.

But that direction was empty.

There was nothing there.

Olomi stared blankly at the scene for a long time before he came to his senses.

He turned to look at Javi beside him: "Father—is that one of our men?"

Javi did not speak.

He simply stared at the darkness, his eyes slightly narrowed.

The elder of the family beside him slowly spoke up: "It couldn't be one of our people. Our family doesn't have such skills. Two shots, two people, both between the eyebrows. I've lived for sixty years and I've never seen many shots like that."

Olomi paused, stunned. "Who—who is that?"

The elder in the family was silent for two seconds, then said, "It should be that man in black from earlier."

Olomi's pupils contracted slightly.

The man in black.

The man in black who saved Nick.

He hasn't left yet?

Is he still alive?

And why should he help them?

Jiawei stared in that direction, remaining silent. Just who was he?

No one could answer him.