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As soon as Aaron finished speaking, the remaining four men all revealed greedy eyes, staring at Wayne like hungry wolves.

Apart from Aaron, the other four people present were clearly more inclined to be of the same sex.

They came here tonight at Aaron's invitation, hoping to experience the life of this former famous child star, now known as a Seattle Saint.

Upon seeing Wayne's current attire and handsome appearance, a raging fire ignited within him.

To them, the more Wayne resembled Jesus Christ and a saint, the more he possessed an ascetic charm.

That's the pleasure of blaspheming the sacred!

"Take off your clothes, Mr. Wayne. You need me to check carefully whether you're fit for the upcoming filming..." Producer Victor said with a grin.

Assistant District Attorney Maddie poured herself another drink, then stared intently at Wayne and said:

"Oh God, Bacon Jack, I've always liked you..."

"Especially after you became that street saint, I often browse your news..."

"Thank God, now we have an opportunity to get to know each other better..."

Joshua, sporting eyeshadow and a large beard, smiled gently and said:

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Wayne. I assure you, I am a gentle person. You know, love is always so elusive, and you will soon feel it..."

Seeing that Wayne hadn't made a move, producer Victor was getting impatient. He frowned and said:

"Bruce Wayne, what are you waiting for? Waiting for me to do it myself?"

With that, he downed the drink in his glass in one gulp, strode toward Wayne, and reached out to grab Wayne's clothes.

Just then, he suddenly stopped.

A black man in a sequined black suit emerged from the darkness outside the door, holding a revolver with its dark muzzle pointed at Victor's forehead.

"Stop right there, you bitch," Doug said viciously.

The next instant, amidst Joshua's exclamation, seven or eight figures appeared from the doorway and rushed into the room.

They were all holding pistols, and suddenly raised them, pointing them at everyone in the room while shouting insults:

"You sons of bitches, put your hands up!"

"If you dare move an inch, I'll shoot you dead!"

"You damn scum, I've come to deliver your horse's head today!"

"Who...who are you?!" Joshua, with eyeshadow on, murmured in astonishment.

Victor, too, reflexively raised his hands, took a few steps back, and grinned smirked at Wayne:

"Wayne, it was just a joke, there's no need to make such a fuss, is it? Are these people your friends?"

Looking at everyone in the room, Nick's expression turned solemn as he spoke to Wayne:

"Godfather, give the order."

They were hiding outside and had overheard the conversation inside.

These people's disrespect for Godfather Wayne enraged the gang's godsons, who wanted nothing more than to kill these bastards immediately.

He has already decided to kill.

Wayne looked calmly at the crowd before him and slowly said:

"My friends, I want to know, what have I done to offend you so much that you are so disrespectful to me?"

Assistant District Attorney Maddie, his forehead beaded with sweat, instantly recognized the sudden appearance of these people as having typical gang characteristics, clearly a group of violent gang members.

He quickly chuckled awkwardly:

"Mr. Wayne, I... I've always been a loyal fan of yours, since I was a child... I just wanted to be close to you, I absolutely had no intention of offending you..."

Wayne nodded slightly, looked at the producer Victor beside him, and asked:

"And what about you?"

Viktor, with his hands raised and a smirk on his face, said:

"Oh, Mr. Wayne, I think there must be some misunderstanding here. All I wanted to do was confirm whether you were suitable for the new movie..."

"You know, I'm the producer. I need to be responsible for the project, and ultimately, I'm responsible to the investors..."

He had originally decided to enjoy this former child star and current saint, but he never expected that the other party would employ a group of gang members.

On the contrary, the agent, Aaron, had a cold expression, as if he hadn't seen the men with guns at all. Instead, he looked at Wayne and said menacingly:

"Bruce Wayne! How dare you!?"

"How dare you behave so insolently in my home!"

His gaze was sharp as a sword, fixed on Wayne, as if he wanted to force Wayne to submit with his eyes.

His response was Julian's gun butt, which slammed into his forehead, causing it to bleed profusely.

"Enough." A deep voice suddenly rang out; it was Bourne, the Mexican mafia boss sitting on the sofa.

He suddenly raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and showed Julian and the others a ring on his hand.

It was a metal butterfly ring, the curves of the butterfly wings forming mm.

His sleeve slipped down, revealing a black hand tattoo on his arm.

Upon seeing these items, the gang's godsons, including Nick and Julian, all widened their eyes, a look of horror flashing in their eyes.

"This is... a Black Hand tattoo... You... you're an elder of the Mexican Mafia?" Julian said in a trembling voice.

Only high-ranking core members of the Mexican Mafia are allowed to have black hand tattoos, and the butterfly-shaped ring representing "mm" is an abbreviation for Mexican Mafia, also a token that only core members can possess.

As leaders of a low-level gang in Los Angeles's slums, they understood all too well the power of the Mexican Mafia.

Almost all Southern Latino gangs in Los Angeles are under the control and jurisdiction of the Mexican Mafia.

The Mexican Mafia acts as an arbitrator above Latino gangs.

The so-called management of the assassin organization "High Table" in the movie "The Chase" is based on the Mexican Mafia.

To these impoverished, low-level gangs, the Mexican Mafia was like a legendary monster, terrifying and terrifying.

"You guys belong to the Southern faction too, right?" Byrne said slowly, looking at Julian and the other Latino gang leaders.

"Now that you've seen the token, why aren't you kneeling down?"

The group looked stunned, a hint of struggle flashing in their eyes. Although they did not obey Bourne's words, they clearly showed some fear.

Bourne snorted and suddenly snapped his fingers.

The next instant, the doors and windows of several rooms next door suddenly opened, revealing more than a dozen figures who had been hiding for a long time. More than a dozen armed men, some holding automatic rifles and others holding pistols with sights, instantly pointed at Nick and his gang of godchildren.

Suddenly, red laser dots appeared on the foreheads and chests of these godchildren!

"Don't move," Bourne said calmly. "If you move even slightly, my men will open fire immediately."

Everyone's faces showed astonishment.

I never expected that the other side had already hidden armed forces here!

Byrne looked at Wayne and said slowly:

"Bruce Wayne, the Seattle Saints, has built a ridiculous Saints gang in Seattle's South Side with a bunch of homeless people..."

"Our Mr. Wayne somehow acquired some fighting skills, and after arriving in Los Angeles, he defeated the Poor Street gang in a bloody brawl, subduing those idiots..."

"Tonight, Mr. Wayne brought these ridiculous street thugs here seeking revenge..."

Hearing Bourne's words, Nick and the others couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.

This Mexican Mafia guy actually knows everything about their relationship with Godfather Wayne!

Then everyone immediately understood.

Someone betrayed them!

Clearly, there was a traitor within the gang who tipped off the Mexican Mafia.

Who is it?

"Clap...clap...clap..." Byrne, now confident of victory, raised his hand and clapped, saying to Wayne:

"Mr. Wayne, if I didn't know you were a child star and had the reputation of being a saint, I would call you a born underworld genius... You are just too good at gangsters."

"If it were Al Capone's era, you might actually have become the godfather of the Los Angeles underworld."

"It's just a pity that you met me."

Bourne took a deep drag on his cigar and chuckled:

"Your understanding of the underworld is far too superficial. Do you really think that a few street thugs with revolvers can run rampant and act with impunity in Los Angeles?"

"I'm giving you three seconds to put your guns down immediately, or don't blame me for acting in self-defense, 3..."

"Put the gun down," Wayne's calm voice rang out.

Nick and the others, their eyes filled with struggle and their faces full of resentment, said to Wayne:

"But, Godfather..."

"Put it down." Wayne's voice carried an unquestionable and defiant tone.

Nick and the others exchanged glances, then looked at the red marks on each other's foreheads and chests. They had no choice but to obey Wayne's orders with furious expressions, throwing their guns to the ground.

They never imagined that the other side had already received the news and was waiting for their arrival.

But what should Godfather Wayne do next?

I really can't imagine it.

No matter how skilled Godfather Wayne is, he can't fight bullets with his flesh and blood. Is he really going to lose tonight?

Seeing everyone put down their guns, manager Aaron covered his forehead and laughed loudly:

"Wayne, little Wayne, you're still so naive, just like before. These fucking robbers you brought are all unarmed. What are you going to do now?"

"If you had just given in from the start, you might have been treated gently, but now... I'll have to show you what harshness really means..."

Mexican Mafia boss Byrne, his face stern and menacing, said:

"You really think you can turn things around with this trash? Welcome to the real world, the adult world."

To their surprise, Wayne showed no sign of panic, and instead slowly said:

"Nick and the others are good kids. I only let them come over to help me with chores."

"I've always preferred to do things myself when it comes to work."

As he spoke, a black stick wrapped in strips of cloth appeared in his hand.