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Amidst the fearful or grateful gazes of the gang members, Wayne strolled among them like a god wandering through suffering.

He would occasionally say a few words to some people, or offer blessings to the seriously injured.

"Sergio, the drug lord you injured back then is dead. You can take your family back to Mexico now. Your businesses are still there," Wayne said to a minor gang leader from 18th Street.

Sergio shuddered, his face filled with disbelief, and murmured:

"Really? Sir... God... I... I can go home..."

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face.

His family was once a wealthy household in Mexico, even owning their own shops and factories.

Everything changed after he inadvertently got into an argument with someone and injured a drug lord.

They abandoned everything, left their hometown, and smuggled their entire family to the United States.

Otherwise, his entire family would face certain death.

Life in the United States was so difficult that he was forced to go from being a rich second-generation heir to a gang member in a poor neighborhood.

The information Wayne provided was like heavenly music to his ears.

"Ian, your father's illness can't be delayed any longer. Bring him to see me."

As Wayne spoke, he casually placed his hand on Ian's ribs, healing all of Ian's broken ribs.

Ian, his face filled with gratitude, knelt before Wayne, his hands clasped in prayer, and said in a trembling voice:

"Holy Lord, Father Wayne, thank you... thank you for your blessing... God, I feel my wounds are completely healed... thank you..."

As for how I got this injury, don't ask. Just thank me and that's enough.

"And my father... I don't know how to express my gratitude to you..."

"We've always wanted to get treatment for our father, but we simply couldn't afford it, and even if we had the money, we'd have to wait a year... My dear father has finally been given a new lease on life..."

Wayne then looked at the remaining people and continued in a calm yet authoritative voice:

"Wesley, go to Figaro Italian Restaurant in the North District. Your runaway brother is working there as a waiter."

"Emmett, don't worry, your immigration case will be postponed, and it won't affect your sister's studies."

"Chuck, you need to get home quickly and stop your mother from buying large doses of sleeping pills... Sigh, let her come see me. Depression is caused by evil spirits and needs a blessing."

"Miles, your father left you some money before he died. It's in the candy jar in your attic, the one he bought for your birthday when you were little... Use this money to pay for your sister's school fees."

"Julian..."

Wayne spoke to each person individually, the power of his words far exceeding the effect of the blessing and healing.

Whenever he called on someone and said something, the person would immediately show a shocked and grateful expression, then burst into tears, kneel down and pray to Wayne, reciting words of gratitude.

When people first started kneeling and praying, most people found it strange and even a bit exaggerated.

But when the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of him called out his name and said something related to him, the person whose name was called out was immediately struck dumb.

Only those who experienced it firsthand can understand that what Wayne was talking about was the biggest secret, the greatest difficulty, or the deepest pain in their lives.

What the saint Wayne spoke of was not some empty blessing, but a concrete solution, or perhaps a secret known only to the dead!

The divine power displayed within it points directly to the depths of the human soul.

For these gang members who grew up in a religious environment and became even more superstitious due to their struggle for survival on the streets, this was almost equivalent to Jesus standing before them.

Not to mention, the brutal power that the other side had just displayed had rendered them unable to get up. This overwhelming force left them with no room for rebellion or resistance.

A dual conquest of the body and mind.

I'm completely convinced.

"Saint, I confess to you..."

"Godfather Wayne, I beg for your mercy..."

"Thank you for your blessing, thank you for your guidance, I will no longer be lost..."

"In the name of my father and mother, I will always follow you..."

"You are the Messiah walking among men, Godfather Wayne..."

One by one, the gang members struggled to their feet and knelt before Wayne. Apart from the eight thugs who had been convicted of high-level paraplegia, the remaining gang members knelt on the ground in front of Wayne.

"Oh yeah, kneel down, fucking kneel down to Godfather Wayne... Yes, girl, that's it..."

Outside the ring, Doug groaned as he watched everyone kneel before Wayne.

He watched helplessly as those unruly rivals knelt before Godfather Wayne, even weeping and slapping themselves in the face.

The pleasure he felt from this scene was even greater than a sexual orgasm.

After all, he had already taken the lead in calling him "father."

Seeing this, the members of the Blood Gang and the Crippled Gang couldn't help but show a proud expression on their faces.

That's the natural sense of superiority that comes from those who have just been tamed.

Why didn't you do this sooner? We've been calling you "Dad" for ages.

Nick then grabbed a chair and rushed onto the ring, placing it behind Wayne's godfather.

Wayne nodded slightly and sat down.

After treating the eight most severely injured gang members, Wayne's mental energy was completely depleted.

Those with minor injuries will have their treatment temporarily suspended.

We can treat it later.

We should not show too much kindness to these gang members who make a living on the streets.

Curing everyone at once would seem too merciful.

It is still necessary to maintain a sufficiently ruthless authority.

A combination of kindness and severity is the way to achieve the best results.

At this moment, the last gang member had already knelt down in front of Wayne. Nick took a deep breath and said loudly:

"Now that Godfather Wayne's Saints have won the Bloody Fighting Tournament, Godfather Wayne should be the first to choose territory in the entire Poor Street. Who agrees, and who disagrees?"

Wayne smiled slightly and said:

"No, Nick, I will not get involved in the division of power in Poor Street. The territory of Poor Street will remain as it is."

Upon hearing this, all the gang members present were taken aback and looked at Wayne, not understanding what he meant.

If it wasn't to control the poor streets, why did the other party come here, defeat all the gang members, punish the perpetrators, heal their wounds, and provide them with spiritual guidance?

Nick, now emboldened, asked:

"But Godfather... why are you here?"

This issue immediately drew everyone's attention.

This is also a question in their minds.

Everyone looked at Wayne, waiting for his answer.

No one believed that this saint would come here for no reason.

There's always a reason.

Wayne looked at everyone calmly, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes, and said:

"I'm here to give you a chance, a chance to fight against the oppressors, a chance to take control of all of Los Angeles."

Upon hearing this, everyone once again showed expressions of shock.

Then Wayne continued:

"No one is born to live in a poor neighborhood, or rather, poor neighborhoods should never exist."

"I don't think any of you are willing to live in a poor neighborhood. You're just like a pack of stray dogs, trapped in this place."

Everyone's eyes immediately darkened.

Wayne couldn't be more right.

It's not that they don't want to go to those bustling areas, those wealthy neighborhoods, those places where rich people live.

Even if it's just outside the poorest areas.

They are simply not allowed to, nor do they have the ability to.

Poor Street is like a sewer; the government doesn't want it, capital doesn't want it, and other gangs don't want it, which is why they can survive here.

They were born into poverty, like rats in the gutter, and only wanted to earn some money by risking their lives. Making money, luxury cars, and picking up girls were their goals, and they never thought about leaving.

Wayne spoke calmly, as if stating a fact, or perhaps announcing a decision:

"From now on, there will be no more MS13 in Poor Street, nor will there be any Blood Gang or Crippled Gang, nor will there be any other gangs such as the 18th Street Gang. There will only be a branch of the Saints Gang in Poor Street."

"You will take control of the entire Los Angeles underworld, bury those who stand in your way, and become the true kings of the Los Angeles underworld."

The scene described by Wayne stirred the hearts and minds of the gang members present.

If anyone else had said these things to them, they would have thought it was just wishful thinking.

After experiencing Wayne's ferocious fighting power and near-divine blessing, everyone understood that this was not a delusion at all, but something with extremely high feasibility!

Under the guidance of the saints!

As for whether anyone will die in the process? They are making a living on the streets now, so how could they not die?

Nick swallowed hard and asked cautiously:

"And... what about you?"

Wayne said calmly:

"I'm just your godfather."

[Your basic witch doctor skill has been improved: Master 35.3% + 0.6%]

[Experience Points 183 + 6]