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Three police cars suddenly stopped on the street, sirens blaring, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Nick and the other gang members exchanged glances and simultaneously reached for their waists.

They have a natural hatred towards the police.

Wayne's expression was gentle as he shook his head slightly at the crowd, and Nick and the others immediately lowered their hands obediently.

Everything was done in accordance with Godfather Wayne's instructions.

Now is the time when they are most grateful and docile.

Several heavily armed police officers got out of the police car, one hand on their holster, and walked toward Wayne, who was standing there.

You can see that they all look very wary, clearly somewhat intimidated by the scene.

Although the Los Angeles Police Department is also chronically understaffed, it is still much stronger than the Seattle Police Department in terms of manpower.

Moreover, the poor street area is close to the city center, and the tourist area is just a ten-minute walk away, so the police force is quite sufficient.

"Gentlemen, can anyone tell me... what happened here?" the lead officer asked, frowning. "Who's in charge here?"

Hundreds of people were kneeling on the ground, most of them homeless people from the poor streets. This scene was truly chilling.

Wayne said gently:

"Officer Ryder, hello. I'm just giving a talk about peace and love, about the future of this country. You're welcome to join me."

Los Angeles Police Department officers wear metal name tags on their standard patrol uniforms, so Ryder wasn't surprised that Wayne called him by his last name. Instead, he frowned and said:

"Sir, are you saying you're conducting a large-scale religious event in a public place? That's not allowed. For this number of people, you need to apply to the city government in advance, specifying the time, location, and method. Otherwise, I'll have to ask you to cancel the event..."

"You fucking cops, you don't care about us at all! You abandoned us, you should reflect on your own behavior instead of coming to stop us!" Nick shouted from his kneeling position.

Having just learned some new philosophical knowledge from the Godfather, he felt that his view of the world was much clearer than before, and upon hearing the policeman's words, he immediately began to refute them.

Upon hearing this, the police officers finally recognized Nick and the others by the dim light of the street lamps, and were instantly taken aback.

"The Bloods and the Cripples... no, and fucking MS13 and 18th Street... aren't those two the leaders of the White Gang!?"

The lead policeman swallowed hard, and in a split second, drew his gun and pointed it at the crowd in front of him.

As a veteran officer of the Los Angeles Police Department, he knew the gangs in the poor streets very well and recognized them almost instantly as the leaders of their respective gangs!

A group of vicious thugs!

What are these people doing gathered together? It's definitely not something good!

Based on his understanding of these gangs, he knew they were likely to fight each other here, which was commonplace in the slums.

Judging from the scene before us, it might just be a large-scale, bloody gang war!