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Everyone present was taken aback when they saw the stick bound with black cloth strips in Wayne's hand.

Upon hearing Wayne's words, his agent Aaron and the others burst into laughter.

"A stick wrapped in strips of cloth? Daredevil, for crying out loud?"

"Hahaha, Wayne, little Wayne, I can't believe that after all these years, you're still as naive as ever, still that kid who believed in fucking superheroes..."

Aaron grinned wildly and said, "Great! What everyone likes is your innocence and damn sense of justice. You haven't changed much..."

"Don't worry, you can scream and cry as loud as you want later. My house is very well soundproofed. Even if you fire a gun inside, no one outside will hear a sound."

As he spoke, Aaron picked up a remote control from the side, pressed a button, and started the whole house audio system.

The melodious music began; it was Vivaldi's "The Four Seasons: Spring".

The more this is the case, the more pleasure it brings when this innocence is desecrated.

Assistant District Attorney Maddie, clutching her stomach, collapsed onto the sofa, laughing so hard tears streamed down her face, and said:

"As expected of Bunny Jack, oh, I feel like I've gone back to my youth, watching Bunny Jack uphold justice on TV while masturbating..."

Joshua, wearing eyeshadow, looked at Wayne with affection and said:

"Oh, such justice, such confidence, my God, little Wayne, I can't wait to pamper you..."

"Don't worry, I won't let them bully you... I'll protect you with my own body..."

What moved them even more was that, for some reason, when Wayne held the stick wrapped in black cloth, a strong sense of holiness arose throughout his body.

That sense of sacredness was so real that it captivated them.

Only Byrne, the Mexican mafia boss sitting in the center of the sofa, remained solemn, squinting at the stick wrapped in cloth in Wayne's hand, and said in an authoritative voice:

"Give up, Wayne. My patience is finite... Perhaps you don't understand, but from beginning to end you've only ever been a plaything."

"You really think you can turn things around with these street scum? Well then, I'll show you the cruelty of the underworld..."

As he spoke, Bourne looked at the group of gang leaders, then addressed Julian and the others, the leaders of the 18th Street gang:

"Since you're all street gangs from the slums, you must belong to the Southern faction, to the Mexican Mafia..."

"Godfather? Godson? Ridiculous... Now, in the name of the Mexican Mafia, I order you to teach this fucking ridiculous godfather a lesson."

Byrne took a puff of his cigar, leaned back on the sofa, and then said calmly:

"Strip him naked, spit on him, and slap him."

"The person who strikes first will be appreciated and promoted by the Mexican Mafia."

"The last person to make the move will have their limbs broken, their teeth pulled out, and their skin peeled off while they are still alive."

"Let's begin."

Upon hearing Bourne's words, Aaron, Victor, and the others revealed cruel and gloating smiles.

This is like an appetizer before we start the main course, Wayne.

That kind of mental torture is really interesting.

In their eyes, these street gang members, these so-called godsons of Wayne, were nothing but a bunch of cockroaches.

These cockroaches swarm on the streets of America.

They're all driven by self-interest; there's no such thing as loyalty to them.

In some ways, it can be considered a specialty of America.

Not to mention facing Byrne, a high-ranking member of the Mexican mafia.

At a single command, these cockroaches would swarm forward and humiliate Bruce Wayne.

Under the supervision of gun barrels.

To their surprise, none of Wayne's so-called godsons from the street gangs moved after Bourne gave the order.

Instead, he looked at Bourne with disdain and anger.

"Pah!" Nick spat at Bourne, his eyes wide, and cursed angrily.

"You damn bastard, you son of a bitch! You think the Mexican Mafia is anything special to us? Nobody can make me betray the Godfather!"

Julian, the leader of the 18th Street gang standing nearby, raised his head and angrily shouted at Bourne:

"Mr. Bourne, you may be from the Mexican Mafia, a noble core member, while we are just cockroaches from the slums. But please understand, cockroaches also have their dignity!"

He then turned to Nick and said:

"Hey bro, wet back? Are you serious?"

Nick shrugged and said:

"Sorry, bro, I'm used to swearing. You can also call me 'nigger'."

Similar to the reactions of the two men, the remaining members, including the godchildren of the Mexican Mafia, also began to hurl insults and scoff at Bourne's words.

Bourne took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and a strong killing intent instantly appeared in his eyes!

As a member of the Mexican Mafia, he understood all too well the organization's supreme status in the Los Angeles underworld, especially among Latino gangs—a status akin to that of a court of law.

Now these guys, whom he considered ants, dare to directly deny his orders and even make insulting and provocative moves!

This is simply impossible. What kind of drug did Wayne give them?

She's like a fucking succubus!

"Very good..." Byrne grinned sinisterly and said:

"Since you're so loyal to this damn Bruce Wayne, and truly consider him your godfather, then see for yourselves what your esteemed godfather will actually face..."

His tone then turned icy, and he pointed at Nick, who had been the first to resist, saying:

"Break his arms and legs."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two red dots that were originally on Nick's forehead and chest suddenly moved to his arms and knees.

Nick's eyes widened, his forehead beaded with sweat, and he angrily cursed at Bourne:

"You son of a bitch!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than two Mexican Mafia gunmen pulled their triggers, and two gunshots rang out.

"Bang! Bang!"

Nick shuddered and closed his eyes in despair.

The other gang leaders also launched into a tirade of insults.

But after the gunshot, Nick opened his eyes in disbelief and found that his hands and feet were still intact.

Nothing happened.

Did you miss?

These guys are such terrible shooters, even with laser sights...

Nick looked up suddenly and found that everyone was staring wide-eyed, looking incredulous.

And what they were looking at was none other than Godfather Wayne.

Then Wayne appeared in front of him at some point.

With a flick of his wrist, the long stick wrapped in black cloth rang out, and two flattened bullets fell to the ground with two crisp "clanging" sounds.

"WTF..." one of the gunmen couldn't help but shout.

Wayne's movements were so fast that everyone only saw two afterimages before the two bullets were stopped!

"This...this is impossible...a coincidence, this must be a coincidence..." the agent Aaron murmured.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the cloth strips covering the long stick loosened slightly, revealing a section of the sword blade.

It was a longsword wrapped in strips of cloth!

Wayne looked straight ahead and said slowly:

"My children, you make me so proud..."

"What you are about to witness is a lesson from the Godfather. Watch closely... I will only teach you once."

At the same time, the music playing in the speakers changed to Luca Federico's "Ride of the Valkyries".

Amidst the rousing music, he strode confidently toward Bourne.

Although Wayne strolled leisurely, Byrne instantly felt as if he were being watched by a wild beast. Forgetting everything else, he shouted:

"Shoot him! Break his arms and legs! Stop him!"

Instantly, several red dots appeared on Wayne's hands and feet, gunshots rang out, and bullets shot towards Wayne from all directions!

In the next instant, Wayne's longsword, wrapped in cloth, danced like a ball of light and shadow.

A sound like a raging storm erupted as bullets were deflected by the longsword, their heads either bouncing off to the side or falling directly to the ground.

Despite having only a longsword in his hand, Wayne seemed to have an energy shield that blocked all the bullets!

This scene, which only happens in movies, left everyone present dumbfounded, unable to believe their eyes.

"This...this is impossible..." Joshua swallowed hard, muttering to himself, "Even Moses would have found it difficult..."

As he spoke, Wayne had already walked to within five meters of the sofa.

Bourne's eyes widened, and he instantly reached into his pocket, pulled out a pistol, and frantically pulled the trigger at Wayne, shouting at the same time:

"Everyone open fire! Kill him! Kill him!"

The abilities displayed by the other party were simply too incredible. Faced with the challenge of survival, my little hobbies were no longer worth mentioning!

The gun barrels that were originally aimed at the group of godsons suddenly turned around, and laser red dots came toward Wayne.

Just then, Wayne suddenly leaped and disappeared from the spot in an instant!

His movements were as fast as lightning; he leaped five or six meters away and pounced on a gunman who was firing a shot nearby.

The gunman panicked instantly, frantically pulling the trigger at Wayne, but all his shots were cleaved off by the longsword in Wayne's hand.

In the blink of an eye, Wayne was already in front of the gunman, and his longsword swung down instantly!

With a soft "clang," the sword blade slashed in from the left shoulder and out from the right rib.

The gunman was stunned for a moment, then his body suddenly split in two, fell to the ground, gushing blood and letting out a shrill scream.

"Ride of the Valkyries" had reached its climax, with the screams echoing the operatic singing, complementing each other perfectly.

Then, to the horror of the crowd, Wayne suddenly threw a punch to the music, slamming it into the chest of another gunman.

It comes out from the back!

In his hand was a beating heart!

Squeeze it hard.

Explosion.