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"Of course, controlling all of Los Angeles is too far-fetched," Wayne said calmly.

"Great changes always begin with small ones..."

As he spoke, he looked at the dilapidated and chaotic gym and continued:

"This gym needs air conditioning and showers, and you... need a better life."

Hearing this, everyone was deeply moved.

These were words of concern they had never heard before.

Not to mention coming from the man who had just beaten them half to death.

At this moment, everyone felt a vague sense of attachment to the man in front of them.

Nick whispered to himself:

"Godfather, the air conditioning in the gym is just...too expensive. We've gotten used to it..."

Bloody Gym used to have its own central air conditioning system, but it had been in disrepair for many years and had been damaged by theft.

In Los Angeles, installing an air conditioning system in a building the size of a basketball arena would be extremely expensive, starting at at least $200,000.

This is one of the reasons why the air conditioner has not been reinstalled.

No money.

Upon hearing this, Tyne, the spokesperson for the fitness supplement company, quickly said:

"Godfather Wayne, I can help you contact the manufacturer. I can provide you with the drugs and endorsement fees. As long as you endorse the manufacturer, you'll definitely get an astronomical endorsement fee. The manufacturer can also pay for the entire renovation of the Bloody Gym!"

As he spoke, he took out his phone and showed Wayne a video, which was the video of Wayne fighting a group of gang members like a god.

This is a live-streamed video recorded by a group of gangs for online gambling purposes.

"The scene of your fight just now has gone viral in the fitness and combat sports communities! In just a short while, the video has already garnered 70,000 to 80,000 views, and it's still growing! That translates to at least hundreds of thousands in endorsement fees!"

Tyne trembled with excitement as he spoke.

As a fitness influencer, this is the career height he has always wanted to reach.

Unexpectedly, the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of me had already achieved this level of skill in just a casual fight.

Wayne smiled slightly and said:

"Tyne, don't be obsessed with money."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and to everyone's astonishment, bundles of US dollars appeared on the ground in front of him.

Twenty bundles in total!

These US dollars, seemingly appearing out of thin air, greatly shocked the group of gang members present, most of whom had only completed elementary school.

For this group, which is deeply steeped in feudal superstition, the shock they felt at the scene before them was no less than that of Moses parting the Red Sea.

"This...this is..."

"A miracle! This is a true miracle!"

"God said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light... The saints said, 'Let there be money,' and there were dollars..."

"God, the true Messiah is right before my eyes!"

"Oh, Saint, Father Wayne, please forgive my blindness, which prevented me from even noticing a truly holy person appearing before me..."

"Is this... is this cash taken from heaven?"

Making money out of thin air—what else could it be but a miracle?

loyalty!

Tyne, who had just been strongly recommending Wayne to become the spokesperson for a fitness supplement company, now fell silent, his eyes filled with shock.

"Nick, my son, take this money and install air conditioning and showers in the gym. If it's not enough, come to me for more," Wayne said calmly.

He then stood up, looked at the group of gang members present, and said:

"You deserve a better life."

With that, he stepped off the ring and walked out of the gym.

The gang members in the gym looked at Wayne's retreating figure with eyes full of shock and reverence.

Nick looked at the gazes of the people around him and was deeply shocked.

The overwhelming violence, the series of miracles, the final act of turning the void into money, and the concern for them—this combination of tactics has completely won over the hearts of these poor street gangs.

Everyone became completely devoted to them.

From then on, only one gang remained on the entire Poor Street: the Poor Street branch of the Saints Gang.

There can only be one Godfather in the entire poor street, and that is Wayne.

Having figured this out, Nick, Doug, and the others exchanged glances and quickly gave chase.

The lecturer next to him scratched his head and hurried after Wayne as well.

He wouldn't dare stay in the bloody gym by himself for even a second longer.

He knew in his heart that these vicious gangsters only appeared obedient and submissive in front of Wayne; in his presence, they were still a pack of beasts ready to devour anyone.

Wayne walked ahead, and Nick and the others quickly caught up behind him, all falling two steps behind and following quietly.

A total of more than a dozen people were tracked down, all of whom were leaders and management members of various gangs.

These gang leaders, who used to swagger and act arrogantly on the poor streets, all looked like docile lambs in front of Wayne.

It was already evening, and the few remaining streetlights on the poor street lit up intermittently, illuminating parts of the street.

When they returned to the street where Wayne's tent was located, everyone stared wide-eyed and gaped, finding it hard to believe what they were seeing.

"WTF... Is this some kind of church gathering?"

"How can there be so many people? Where did they all come from?"

"Hey, look at the signs they're holding, they all seem to be... fans of Godfather Wayne?"

"I thought there was some kind of big party going on here..."

The street, which had been relatively empty before, was now packed with people.

There were all sorts of people, mostly homeless people from the poor streets, numbering in the hundreds. They were all sitting cross-legged on the street, their faces solemn or moved, looking at the person in front of them.

It was a thin man wearing a gray robe, who was vividly describing something.

Sometimes he was passionate and eloquent, and sometimes he had a deep and serious expression.

"...Only by following the one and only Messiah in this world, the true messenger of Heaven, can one enter Heaven..."

"...God has never forgotten you, so He sent His messengers..."

"...That person is right in front of you!"

As White spoke, he stood up, looked at the man in the white robe, and bowed respectfully, saying:

"Sir, you're back."

Wayne turned to look at the followers who had been recruited by White, and said gently:

"White, you did a great job."

As someone who had once been tempted to betray him, White acted more fanatical than anyone else.

This fervor is what makes him an outstanding missionary for the Kingdom of Heaven Church.

Wayne then looked at everyone present, his expression calm, and said in a loud voice:

"They arrested the president of Venezuela, they developed the latest artificial intelligence model, they made billions in insider oil deals, they channeled hundreds of billions of dollars into Ukraine, and they're going to colonize Mars!"

"But what does this have to do with an average American's monthly salary of three thousand dollars? What does this have to do with the miserable lives of homeless people on the streets?"

"Musk's rockets are so fast that they can send his company's stock price soaring to trillions of dollars, and his large-scale models can calculate everyone's taxes in 0.1 seconds!"

"But all of this has left us far behind, and nobody cares!"

"America, please wait for your people!"

[You have tamed the beasts of the Demon Realm Dungeon's Bottom Nest Arena, and your MMA (Mixed Martial Arts) skill has been upgraded (Master 1% + 10%).]