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A spiritual retreat?

Wayne casually took the roster and raised an eyebrow.

The so-called spiritual conference is a collective meeting of the entire Riel Spirits organization, where the leader will infuse his high-dimensional energy into the members' bodies, guiding them to become so-called spiritual seeds.

This guidance process is often accompanied by promiscuity.

To put it bluntly, it's a sex party.

Organizations that use names like energy, higher-dimensional life, consciousness, or spiritual practice to deceive people are basically cults.

This spiritual practice is a form of licentious practice that evolved from Hinduism and Tantric Buddhism.

It was specifically designed to satisfy the personal desires of the cult leader and high-ranking members.

Some call it spiritual touch, some call it spiritual practice, some call it God's grace, and some call it initiation and dual cultivation—it's all just different names for the same thing.

Seeing that Wayne remained silent, Alfred continued:

"During the time when former leader Wally was away, some up-and-coming Hollywood actresses joined the organization, all eager to become your angels."

The so-called angels are female members specially selected from the Riel Spirits organization, known as the Angel Guard.

These female members are divided into pink-feathered angels, silver-feathered angels, and gold-feathered angels according to their rank. The higher the rank, the purer the body and soul, the more able they are to receive Heroin's high-dimensional energy, and the more likely they are to receive the leader's favor.

To put it bluntly, the fundamental reason why these cults go through so many twists and turns has always been the same:

The cult leader was sexually repressed.

They want to get involved inside.

Wayne, naturally uninterested in female celebrities with chaotic private lives, said:

"No need. Keep my arrival a secret for now. The higher-dimensional energy is not stable enough right now, and too much interference from consciousness will cause the energy to dissipate."

To be honest, even he himself wasn't quite sure what he meant, but the butler Alfred clearly clicked on his words and immediately exclaimed with a look of sudden realization:

"Of course, sir. You have just transferred to a new body, so it is inevitable that you will not be used to it. I think the higher-dimensional energy will be completely stable soon."

Those who understand, understand; those who don't, there's no need to elaborate.

With that, Wayne climbed the stairs and left the underground dojo.

Butler Alfred quickly followed, swiftly closing the secret door to the underground dojo, and respectfully addressed Wayne:

"Sir, would you like to stay here tonight? I will make arrangements for you."

Wayne walked out of the huge study, which was decorated in a Zen-like style, and into the living room. There he saw his newly adopted godsons sitting somewhat awkwardly on the long sofa, seemingly unsure of what to do.

If it were a friend's mansion, they would have already started messing around with it and having a great time.

However, this was Wayne's house, and although they wanted to cause a ruckus, they were extremely restrained and dared not go too far.

They didn't even dare to look around casually.

He showed some incompetence.

They were like a group of children who were afraid of making mistakes and being scolded by their strict father.

Upon seeing Wayne emerge from the study, everyone immediately turned and stared at him expectantly.

"The Godfather Wayne".

"Your house is absolutely gorgeous..."

"Thank you for giving us the opportunity to come to Beverly Hills..."

"God bless you..."

Seeing how well-behaved his godsons were, Wayne turned to Alfred and said:

"Alfred, give each of these gentlemen a suit, one that is proper enough."

Butler Alfred immediately nodded and said:

"Of course, sir. There are several high-end clothing stores in Beverly Hills that Hollywood stars frequent. Although they are all members-only, we happen to have some membership slots available. I can take their measurements first and then send the sizes over."

"Also, may I ask what these gentlemen will do after they change their clothes? This is very important."

"Actors," Wayne said with a smile, looking at the eight gang leaders, including Doug.

"They're going to act in Hollywood movies."

Alfred immediately nodded and said:

"I understand, sir. Gentlemen, please follow me."

Upon hearing Wayne's words, the gang leaders were all stunned, hardly believing their ears.

"Godfather, you mean..." Nick said excitedly.

Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, Wayne nodded and said:

"I'm preparing to shoot a big production and would like to invite you to have a cameo role in the film. Would you be interested?"

The gang members exchanged glances, all seeing ecstatic joy in each other's eyes.

Then he nodded frantically and said:

"Yes, of course I'm willing! Oh, Godfather, I love you!"

"God, you are like my own father, I would do anything for you..."

"I can't wait, just like Hilary couldn't wait to see Leonardo DiCaprio with his pants down..."

"I'm even more eager, just like Hawking was eager to see the children on Epstein's island!"

"I'd even play a dead person! I'd make all my rivals go to the movie theater, I'd make them insanely envious..."

"Godfather Wayne, may I ask what kind of movie it is? I want my mom to see it in the theater!"

For these gang leaders, living in Los Angeles for so long has made their belief in and worship of Hollywood ingrained in their very being.

Being able to act in a Hollywood movie is practically a blessing from God.

Money doesn't even matter anymore; what matters is reputation in the neighborhood and reputation among family members.

They also want their families to be proud of them.

Seeing everyone's expression, Wayne said gently:

"It's a movie about saints, you'll like it."

Since they had already decided to take this opportunity to make a movie and expand their influence, the more of their own people they had on set, the better.

Even the people in front of us are not enough.

He needs more extras.

We need to bring people over from Seattle.

At this moment, the butler Alfred had already taken out a tape measure and began to measure everyone's dimensions.

After taking the measurements, Wayne led his reluctant godsons into the car and drove out of the mansion, retracing their steps.

It was already late at night, and the street scenes of Los Angeles, especially Hollywood, were even more dazzling and mesmerizing, captivating everyone's attention.

Originally, none of this had anything to do with them, but after tonight, they suddenly felt that it was all so close to them.

It felt as if they were right next to each other.

All of this was brought about by Godfather Wayne.

Looking at the godfather sitting in the back seat with his eyes closed, everyone felt a mixture of fear and attachment.

Soon, the vehicle returned to the tent on the poor street.

Wayne got out of the car and went back into the tent without hesitation.

The godsons exchanged glances and immediately went to find tents, preparing to set up tents on this street and spend the night with their godfather Wayne.

If not now, when?

Inside the tent, Wayne took out his phone and dialed a number.

Mike's voice immediately came through the phone:

"Wayne, bro, you finally called! How's Los Angeles? We haven't heard from you in so long, David and I were just about to come find you..."

"Let me say a few words..." David's voice came through, as if he was grabbing the phone. "Bro, I saw the videos online of you beating up those homeless men with knives, and the videos of you fighting in the boxing ring. It was so awesome! I almost had an orgasm just watching those videos! Also, Old Will has been doing a great job lately. The homeless in Seattle have basically all joined our Kingdom Church now..."

Wayne laughed and said;

"Great, bro, I've missed you all too... Perfect timing, let old Will stay here and keep things in order, you and Mike, pick out some people and come to Los Angeles, I need you guys right now."

"The situation in the poor streets of Los Angeles is better than in the South Side of Seattle. There are many more free food distribution points here than in Seattle, so let everyone come and experience it."

Cheers erupted from the phone instantly, not only from Mike and David, but also from many other people.

Clearly, everyone in the underground shelter was gathered around the phone listening to Wayne's words. Upon hearing that they could go directly to Los Angeles to see him, they all cheered with joy.

"I'm going to Los Angeles too! I'm going to see my husband! And I want to go to Hollywood!" That's Isabella's voice.

"No, Isabella, you still have to go to school." That's the voice of "Explosion Queen" Luna.

"Let her go. The school teaches us to follow our hearts every day, and there are some idiots who want to bully Isabella. Without Mr. Rhodes here, I'm afraid Isabella will stab a few classmates to death sooner or later..." This was Rhodes' worried voice.

Then came a burst of laughter.

Hearing the voices of the crowd, Wayne couldn't help but smile, clearing his throat as he said:

"Let Isabella come too, we're going to make a movie."

"Hooray!" Isabella cheered. "Helena, we're going to make a movie!"

After giving a few more instructions to everyone via his phone, Wayne finally fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, after giving White a brief explanation, Wayne hailed a taxi and left the poor streets alone, heading towards Hollywood.

Soon, the taxi stopped in front of a five-story office building.

Wayne got out of the car and stepped into the building in front of him.

Fragments of memories from his predecessor surfaced in his mind, and he was very familiar with this place.

Happy Island Brokerage Company.

This was also the management company he worked for when he was a child star.

In Hollywood, this agency was considered a small company, having signed dozens of actors and screenwriters. Wayne was once a cash cow.

Soon, Wayne made his way to the second floor with practiced ease and stopped in front of an office.

A familiar voice was coming from the office.

It was his former agent, Aaron.

Wayne remained calm and reached out to knock on the door.

"Come in!" The voice was rude and impatient.

Wayne pushed open the door and entered.