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Blood splattered everywhere.

A sudden downpour of blood erupted, splattering onto the faces and bodies of those around them.

"Ah—kill him!" A gunman, provoked by the bloody scene, shouted and pulled the trigger at Wayne, only to find that he had already disappeared.

Blood dripped from the sky. The gunman looked up abruptly and immediately saw the man in the blood-stained robe descending from the sky, wielding a sword with both hands and slashing down!

The gunman didn't even have time to react before the sword slashed through his head and out between his legs!

As soon as Wayne landed, he leaped again and lunged at another gunman.

A line of blood suddenly appeared on the gunman's forehead, extending down his face and neck.

His body suddenly split into two neat pieces and fell to the ground.

This scene sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

They had only seen similar scenes in Resident Evil movies and never imagined they would see them in real life!

"I'll kill you, I'll kill you!"

"Shoot! He's coming!"

"He killed Luca..."

"Don't fire, you'll hit our own people!"

"He's behind you, watch your back... Oh my God!"

"My leg... my leg is broken! Ah——————"

Frenzied shouts rang out continuously, mixed with gunshots, screams, and rousing music.

At this moment, the music coming from the sound system had changed to Brahms' "Hungarian Dance".

Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, Wayne strolled leisurely through the living room, his longsword twirling as if in an elegant dance.

His swordsmanship was exquisite.

His speed was inhuman.

His strength was like that of a ferocious beast.

Each swing of the sword meant that a gunman fell, either dying on the spot or losing his fighting ability, bleeding to death.

"Thump..."

With a muffled thud, the last gunman was also pierced through the heart and collapsed to the ground.

All fifteen elite gunmen from the Mexican Mafia have been killed.

Not a single one was left.

The strips of cloth wrapped around Wayne's longsword fell off, revealing the blood-stained blade.

Only then did everyone realize that it was an antique-style oriental sword.

The sword's edge emitted a faint humming sound, as if it were singing a joyful song of its thirst for blood.

The entire room was completely silent, except for the music playing on the stereo, which had changed to Franz Liszt's "The Bell".

It appears light and lively.

The agent, Aaron, and the others were all deathly pale, some slumped on the sofa, others leaning against the wall, their eyes filled with disbelief and fear.

Meanwhile, the gang's godchildren seized the opportunity to pick up the guns on the ground, their eyes filled with awe and excitement for Godfather Wayne.

Although they witnessed Godfather Wayne's formidable fighting prowess in the bloody brawl, it was a fight fought with bare hands.

They never imagined that Wayne possessed such extraordinary swordsmanship, which was completely beyond the realm of humanity.

Absolutely divine power!

Oh, Godfather Wayne!

My Godfather!

This made them tremble.

Because of excitement, because of reverence, because of fear.

If they weren't still at the scene of a firefight, they would have knelt down right now and kissed Wayne's feet.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and Wayne casually swung his sword, cleaving the bullet in two.

At that moment, Bourne was leaning back on the sofa, desperately pulling the trigger at Wayne.

That was his last bullet; all that could be heard now was the sound of the trigger hitting the air.

"Monster...you're a monster..."

Bourne's face turned pale, and he spoke in a trembling voice.

As a high-ranking member of the Mexican Mafia, he boasted that he had seen countless brutal scenes, including all sorts of bizarre ones, but this was the first time he had ever witnessed such a sight.

This was completely beyond his imagination.

Wayne was covered in blood, and his white robe had long since turned blood red.

Wayne wiped his face and looked at the living room filled with severed limbs and blood, as well as the blood and brain matter splattered on the walls and ceiling. He couldn't help but sigh.

He said to Bourne with a hint of reproach:

"My friend, you shouldn't have let them shoot. It wasted the plastic sheet I prepared, and waste is shameful."

At this moment, the gang's godchildren suddenly realized why Godfather Wayne had prepared a large roll of plastic sheeting.

However, given the current state of the house, plastic sheeting is no longer enough to save it.

It needs to be renovated.

Byrne's face turned deathly pale. He forced a laugh and said:

"Oh, Mr. Wayne, I need to express my apologies for what happened earlier..."

"If I had known you were such a... master swordsman, I think this misunderstanding would never have happened..."

In a nearby corner, Joshua and Assistant District Attorney Maddie, their hands trembling, were secretly taking out their phones, preparing to call the police.

Nick and his godsons immediately rushed forward, kicking the two men's phones away, pressing guns to their heads, and shouting angrily:

"You son of a bitch, what the hell do you want to do?"

"You want to make a phone call? Hmm? Who are you calling? Which finger? I'll cut it off right now!"

The men were no longer as arrogant as before; they trembled and huddled together.

They were terrified.

At this moment, Byrne took a deep breath, stood up, extended a hand to Wayne, and forced a smile:

"I apologize, Mr. Wayne. I can make amends for my rudeness and disrespect. As a high-ranking member of the Mexican Mafia, I can offer you ample compensation, and you will gain the friendship of the entire Mexican Mafia..."

His posture at this moment appeared extremely humble and respectful, and he tried his best to make his smile as bright as possible.

He didn't think much of it when Wayne's sword cleaved through bullets.

Upon seeing the mess of severed limbs scattered all over the ground, Bourne instantly realized that he had provoked a monster.

The Bruce Wayne in front of him was not the same person he knew at all.

The Wayne he knew was a cowardly, pathetic, washed-up child star, a pitiful wretch burdened with huge debts and destitute on the streets.

The man in front of him was a fucking serial killer, a madman.

Moreover, he is a madman with supernatural powers.

Then the black-haired, black-eyed man strode forward and lightly swung his long sword.

Bourne's arms were severed at the elbows in an instant, and his outstretched hands fell to the ground like spare parts.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Bourne let out a piercing scream, shouting, "How dare you...!"

Wayne swung his longsword again, and Bourne's legs were severed at the knees, causing him to fall to the ground and become a human pig!

Bourne hadn't expected his opponent to attack him so directly. He struggled and howled on the ground, letting out a piercing scream, and shouted:

"This is war! This is a declaration of war! My brother is a key member of the Mexican Mafia Council!"

"If you kill me, you will be hunted down by the entire Mexican Mafia!"

Blood gushed from his limbs, and he struggled and writhed in the pool of blood, transforming from a high-ranking member of the Mexican Mafia into a maggot writhing in blood.

Seeing this scene, and stimulated by the strong smell of blood, Aaron and the others could no longer bear it and began to vomit violently.

Wayne, with a look of pity on his face, reached out and placed his hand on Byrne's forehead, saying:

"Bourne, my friend, this is a misunderstanding... You won't die so easily."

As he spoke, he instantly activated the power of [Basic Witch Doctor].