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Chapter 407 Subduing the Poor Street Crippled Gang (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"As you all saw in the live stream, my brother Wayne just used this old Western medicine method to treat these gang members of the Tumor Gang again—" the lecturer said proudly while broadcasting the live stream.

"Let's say this old Western doctor did have his merits. At the very least, he bled Washington to death, which was commendable and could be considered revenge for the Empress Dowager, right?"

At this moment, the viewers in the live broadcast room went wild again.

"Wayne's fighting skills are absolutely amazing, he's practically the Zhang Sanfeng of North America!"

"We promised to beat you up and heal you, so who can you complain to?"

"I wonder which is more powerful, his fighting style just now or the Lightning Five-Strike Whip?"

"You underestimate Wayne. His skill level is at least comparable to that of Master Ge Wuyuan, the successor of our Tongbei Quan."

"No way, this guy can fight and heal, he's practically an all-rounder! When did America produce such a powerful player? If he fought in the UFC, he could definitely dominate the championship!"

"Nonsense, this is just a street fight with a few people. The UFC is in a completely different league. If this Wayne were in the octagon, he'd only get beaten up."

Just like the lecturer's live stream, the live streams of the two local internet celebrities next to them were also filled with exclamations: "Bruce Wayne! I absolutely love him—"

"God, arming saints not only punishes the wicked but also shows them mercy. I'm almost crying!"

"I must go to Los Angeles and find Mr. Wayne!"

"Wayne!!!!!"

Wayne had by then completely blessed all the members of the Sick Gang.

Although most of these members of the tumor gang had lost several teeth and some bones were slightly crooked than before, at least their injuries had been healed and they were no longer bleeding.

For them, the shock of feeling Wayne's healing energy far exceeded the shock of being beaten up just now!

This kind of peristaltic healing from the flesh and blood inside the body is simply like a miracle.

Of course, equally terrifying was Wayne's brutal chiropractic method.

As a result of these two factors combined, all the members of the sick gang developed a deep psychological aversion to the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of them.

They trembled with fear the moment their eyes met.

"You Pain Gang bastards, get up now! Do you want Godfather Wayne to pull you up?" Blood Gang thug Doug shouted.

Magna, who was sitting on the ground staring blankly at Wayne, knelt down with a thud upon hearing Doug's words and said to Wayne in a trembling voice, "Mr. Wayne, we—I have offended you, I repent, please forgive me—"

When Magna realized that Wayne was not a police informant, he was filled with unbearable remorse.

Fortunately, he has received the punishment he deserved.

But after witnessing Wayne's divine power, he realized even more that this was an immense opportunity, one that he should seize in his lifetime!

At the very least, we absolutely cannot be enemies with this saint!

Thinking of this, Magna's tears streamed down his face, and he continued, "Sir, I swear in the name of my grandfather and father, this is truly a misunderstanding. Please forgive my stupidity; I am just a fucking uncivilized mountain gorilla—"

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face, followed by another slap.

A crisp slapping sound rang out. Seeing their leader start slapping himself, the remaining members of the Pain Gang exchanged glances and then raised their hands to slap themselves hard.

In an instant, the sound of slaps echoed everywhere, and the internet celebrities who were live streaming nearby stared in disbelief.

Nick, the leader of the Blood Gang, frowned and made a gesture. Immediately, several of his underlings stepped forward and walked towards the internet celebrities.

Upon seeing this, several online celebrities who were live-streaming immediately turned around and ran away.

For them, being able to capture these scenes today is already extremely satisfying.

If we keep going like this, we might really get beaten up by these gangsters.

After all, the Blood Gang and the Tumor Gang have never been gentle clubs.

That can really kill.

"Brothers, my brother Wayne has won a great victory. The victory screen is coming up. I'm going to end the stream now. I'll go back to streaming when I'm begging for food later."

"Let's just say that these people's videos of slapping themselves are too embarrassing, and it's not good to broadcast them. We have to save face for them. I like to tell the truth."

Seeing the Blood Gang members' actions, the lecturer immediately ended the broadcast.

The Wayne brothers are the Wayne brothers, and he is himself. Wayne may have influence in the mob, but he may not. The lecturer is well aware of this.

By this time, the members of the Tumor Gang had slapped their own faces until they were swollen, and Magna had even slapped his mouth until it bled.

Wayne said slowly, "Stand up."

Upon hearing this, the members of the Pain Gang immediately stopped what they were doing and obediently stood up.

Magna was filled with anxiety, knowing that he might barely pass, but it all depended on Wayne's reaction to him.

Wayne then looked at the Bloods and their leader and asked, "Besides the Bloods and the Sicks, what other gangs are there in Poor Street?"

Magna paused, then quickly replied, "The entire Poor Street has 50 blocks, because there's also the 18th Street gang, affiliated with the Mexican Mafia, as well as the Salvadoran MS-13, Varrio's family gang, the Indian gangs in Indian Alley, and some white gangs—"

Wayne nodded slightly.

In the heart of the second-largest city in the United States, a full 50 blocks are a chaotic slum and homeless enclave with little to no order, housing more than 7 homeless people throughout the city.

This is simply an imperialist spectacle.

“Godfather Wayne, if you want to make contact with other gangs, you can go to that bloody gym in Poor Street,” Nick said solemnly. “In the heart of Poor Street, there’s a gym that’s completely controlled by various gangs. They fight for territory through brawls and competitions. It’s the arena for all the gangs in Poor Street.”

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. Why was Godfather Wayne inquiring about other gangs in Los Angeles? He had some vague guesses, but these guesses were so audacious that even he himself couldn't believe them.

Doug, standing nearby, said equally eagerly, "Yes, yes, Godfather Wayne, I have a lot of friends in that gym, and they all have the same problem as me—that unspeakable secret. I've already told them how amazing your blessing is, and they're all hoping you'll come—"

Doug came to see Wayne today, mainly to introduce him to his fitness friends.

Now that Wayne has brought it up himself, that's perfect.

Wayne smiled slightly and said, "Lead the way."

Just then, his phone vibrated suddenly. Wayne frowned, tapped the screen, and saw a message from the backend of a social media account.

It was a message from his former agent, Aaron. The message was very brief, but the message's emotion seemed to leap off the screen: "Bruce Wayne, this is your ultimatum. That movie is about to start filming, and you, you damn bastard, must be in my Hollywood office within a week for your audition!!! Otherwise, you'll face the consequences!!!"

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