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Chapter 386 The Only Godfather (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Kingsley's eyes were filled with disbelief.

He had by then vaguely recognized the new Mexican.

He had even had contact with the other party before.

That was a head of the Setta Group, the person in charge of the entire Setta Group in Seattle.

Some of the gangs he controlled in the Mukchott Reservation, particularly the Latino gangs affiliated with the Mexican Mafia, were also involved in the toxin business.

Their upstream supplier is the Seattle-based Seta Group.

It is said that the Seattle head of this Seta Group is ruthless and cunning. Kingsley had met him once before due to some disputes.

Judging from what the other party just said, he has even taken control of the entire Seta Group in Washington State!

Such a powerful figure, the damn big boss of the Seta Group in Washington State, actually knelt down respectfully before Wayne.

Just like the other gang leaders!

The leaders of powerful gangs like CJNG, Blood Gang, Tumor Gang, and Seta rushed to kneel before Saint Wayne, submitting to him, begging for his forgiveness, and calling him Godfather!

All the reservation thugs and corrupt cops present, including Kingsley, were stunned and couldn't believe their eyes.

What was happening before their eyes was completely beyond their comprehension and imagination.

Based on their understanding of Wayne, they originally thought he was nothing more than a street swindler, a so-called saint, a fraud.

How could he possibly earn such respect from these underworld bosses?!

"Who is it? Who are you—" Kingsley stared blankly at Wayne, repeating his question once more.

Thor, who was initially annoyed by Simon's involvement, snorted and stood up, proclaiming loudly, "Before you stands the Messiah of the Second Coming, the Seattle Saint, the chosen Voodoo Medium, the Righteous Man of the Age, the Supreme Prophet, the Head of the Church of Heaven, the Grand Elder of the Church of the Witnesses of the Gospel, the sole Godfather of the Seattle underworld, Mr. Bruce Wayne!"

Saul's voice was loud and clear, echoing throughout the entire hall of the reservation memorial.

Saul's face was filled with immense pride and self-satisfaction, as if a child were introducing his great father to others.

Willie, the crew-cut man standing nearby, shuddered and plopped down on the ground, stammering, "The only one—the godfather—Wayne—Wayne!?"

At that moment, Saul suddenly felt incredibly grateful to his mother, Silas.

When his mother forced him to acknowledge Wayne as his godfather, he was initially very resistant and felt extremely unwilling.

And now, being able to become one of Wayne's godsons and stand among the ranks of godchildren is all thanks to his mother's foresight.

Oh, Mom!

Upon hearing Saul's words, Kingsley's face showed astonishment and horror.

Only then did he realize that his understanding of Wayne was wildly wrong.

They initially thought the other party was just an ordinary street saint, a con manipulator who manipulated people's minds, but they never expected that the other party's true identity was actually the godfather of Seattle's underworld!

In America, the godfather of the underworld in any major city is a truly powerful and influential figure.

For example, Al Capone, the former godfather of the Chicago Mafia.

Moreover, those renowned underworld godfathers all share a common characteristic: brutality.

Kingsley tried to appear relaxed, struggling to control his legs as he walked towards Wayne, forcing out his brightest smile as he went. "Oh, sir," he said, "I'm sorry, I apologize—I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were—God, I beg your forgiveness—"

"Whoosh!" A gunshot rang out, and a bullet hole appeared at Kingsley's feet, instantly freezing him in place like a nail.

Raphael, his face grim, held a gun in his hand and said, "You are not qualified to speak to the Godfather."

Kingsley could no longer control his legs; they buckled, and he knelt down, forcing a bright smile as he pleaded with Wayne, "Dear Mr. Wayne, please forgive me. If I had known your identity from the beginning, I would never have shown you any disrespect—"

"Fortunately, I haven't made a terrible mistake yet. Please give me a chance, and I will do everything in my power to make it up to you—"

Kingsley's smile froze. The man sitting in the shadows finally spoke, saying, "Kingsley, my friend, all I've ever wanted is your respect—"

"Tell me, what does the Blood Tribe want to do?"

Kingsley shuddered, and exclaimed in astonishment, "You—you know about the Blood Tribe?"

The so-called Blood Tribe is a representative of the most active white supremacist racist organizations in the United States, a radical and violent neo-Nazi organization.

This organization openly displays Nazi symbols, advocates ethnic cleansing, its members receive paramilitary training, and has a long history of harassing and persecuting immigrants and minorities.

Kingsley and his men belonged to the Blood Tribe.

These extreme white supremacist racist organizations typically only dare to operate openly in conservative inland states; in blue states like Washington, they often hide their identities.

This is also why Kingsley didn't make a big show of it; otherwise, he would never have been able to control the reservation's underworld.

Upon hearing the name of the Blood Tribe, all the gang members present, along with several corrupt police officers from the reservation police station, showed signs of anger.

After all, according to the slogans of those white supremacists, all people of color should be killed.

Whether they are Black, Asian, Latino, or Native American, this applies to all races.

Upon hearing Wayne's words, Kingsley suddenly realized something and immediately looked up, saying, "Godfather Wayne, you should also understand that the Blood Tribe is extremely powerful, and their methods are equally ruthless. If you really attack us, you will definitely face retaliation from the organization."

"Of course, this was never intended as a threat, nor would I dare to do so. I simply want to remind you to carefully consider the pros and cons—"

Wayne shook his head slightly and said, "Kingsley, my friend, you really—disappoint me—"

"I am a person who practices forgiveness and has never wanted to kill—"

Upon hearing this, Kingsley's face lit up with joy.

He understood that the bigger the figure in the underworld, the more likely they were to keep their promises. Since the other party had said they didn't want to kill him, they naturally wouldn't.

But then Wayne continued, "But I think Chief Nez of the Mukshot Reserve Police Department certainly wouldn't allow a white supremacist Nazi organization to wreak havoc on the entire reservation."

The reserve's police chief, Nez, standing nearby, his eyes lit up. He quickly patted his chest and declared with righteous indignation, "Of course, Your Excellency, I will defend justice within the reservation with my life!"

As he spoke, he instantly drew his gun and aimed it at Kingsley in front of him.

Kingsley was horrified, already understanding Wayne's meaning, and hurriedly said, "Nez! You son of a bitch! How much do I pay you every month? You're trying to double-cross me!?"

"If you dare kill me, the entire Blood Tribe will never let you get away with it!"

He then turned to Wayne and pleaded again, "Sir, please, I'll expose them, I'll report them, I want to atone for my crimes!"

"In the basement beneath this memorial, we unearthed hundreds of skeletons—people who died in church boarding schools over the past hundred years!"

"When I first acquired this memorial, I only intended it to be a kidnapping transit point, but I didn't expect to discover so many—good things—when expanding the basement."

"Later I found a buyer who said he was willing to pay a high price for these things, and at the same time asked me to set up a magic circle according to his requirements to suppress the spirits of these Native Americans—"

"I'm just doing what I'm paid to do. Please let me go, I can be—a witness for you!"

Wayne narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who are your clients?"

Kingsley quickly replied, "The Turner family, the owners of the Turner Corporation, Burn Turner!"

After a pause, Kingsley added, "He also gave me a mission: to send men to kill some—Indian girls—and, according to the legend of the River Styx, place coins in their eyes as a toll—"

"I think this is also a kind of ritual! Sir, it was all Bourne Turner who made me do it, I was just an executor—"

"Even the kidnapping of you and old shaman Ballard was because—because Mr. Byrne said that an Indian shaman needed to be sacrificed, and because you happened to be here, which affected our acquisition of oil field shares, I thought of kidnapping you and Ballard together—"

As Kingsley spoke, he knelt before Wayne, his hands clasped in prayer, desperately repenting.

Wayne remained calm and said, "Open the basement door."

Kingsley scrambled to a carpet in the center of the hall, lifted it, and revealed a hidden door.

Thor then looked at Wayne and said, "Godfather, I think you need this—"

He then whistled towards the Blood Gang members outside the hall.

Immediately, the door of a pickup truck opened, a bark rang out, and a muscular hunting dog, like a black lightning bolt, rushed out of the vehicle and quickly came to Wayne, wagging its tail and whimpering happily.

It was Little Wick.

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