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Upon seeing the two photos, Byrne was initially taken aback, but then instantly understood Wayne's meaning and exclaimed in admiration:

"Your wisdom far surpasses my imagination, and I repent for my words just now..."

He understood that with these two photos, in a blue state like Los Angeles, Aaron's death would certainly be directly classified as suicide.

No one dared to continue the investigation.

Otherwise, we'll definitely be facing a "Clinton body bag".

Just then, a cell phone vibrated.

It was a cell phone that was placed on the dining table.

Aaron's cell phone.

Nick quickly picked up his phone and handed it to Wayne.

This is a message from a social media platform.

Lieutenant Governor Fauci:

"How's my little darling Jack doing? Aaron, you damn bastard, you have to treat him well, don't bully him, when I get back I'm going to pamper him... I'm going to talk to him all night, oh saint... I'm about to climax..."

Upon seeing this message, Wayne's eyes narrowed.

interesting.

Clearly, what Aaron said earlier was true.

He had already pre-sold Saint Wayne to some important figures as a rare commodity.

The deputy governor... is indeed a good target.

Wayne unlocked the phone with Aaron's fingerprint, casually changed the password, and put it in his pocket.

Aaron's phone probably contains a lot of interesting information, worth digging into...

Wayne then looked at Byrne and the others and said:

"My friends, you can come to me in Poor Street anytime."

With that, he turned and left the villa.

Behind him, a group of gang leaders filed out.

Seeing that Wayne had already walked out, Victor suddenly realized what was happening and quickly called out:

"Mr. Wayne, there will be a script reading on set tomorrow, and we hope you can... attend."

Seeing Wayne leave, the remaining members of the group in the villa stared at each other, unsure of what to do.

They were originally invited by Aaron tonight to have some fun.

But they never expected that something so far beyond their imagination would happen.

They understood that their lives had been completely changed.

Bourne then gave the other three men a deep look and said:

"I'm going to do my work for the saints. Everything that happened tonight must be kept a secret."

"Furthermore, I expect you to maintain sufficient respect and loyalty to Mr. Saint. If anyone betrays the Saint or interferes with the final Human Instrumentality Project, I will personally send him to hell."

Joshua and the other two exchanged glances and immediately nodded in agreement with Bourne's words.

What a joke! You need tonics, but we don't?

We're all friends, who's more noble than whom?

What, you've become loyal?

After Bourne finished speaking, he glared at the three men again before staggering out with the help of his two subordinates.

After Bourne left, the remaining three glanced at Aaron's body hanging from the chandelier and then quietly left as well.

The once luxurious mansion has now fallen silent.

Only the chandelier hanging from the living room swayed gently in the night breeze...

Leaving Beverly Hills again, the feelings of the poor street tutors were completely different from the first time.

They gained a deeper understanding of the power of Godfather Wayne.

Even the top leaders of the Mexican Mafia have been completely impressed by Godfather Wayne, whose unparalleled swordsmanship has instilled fear in them.

It could even be considered extraordinary power.

Not to mention the final judgment that Godfather Wayne spoke of, burning America, which thrilled them even more.

All of this filled them with immense excitement.

As Magna, the leader of the Poor Street Crippled Gang, drove, he reached up and touched his crooked chin, a smile of excitement spreading across his face.

The scars on his face, along with his missing teeth, were inflicted by Wayne's father.

This is a sacred mark!

When the heavens descend upon the earth, will his face be able to gain some semblance of holiness?

Seeing Magna's expression, Doug, who was standing to the side, vaguely guessed what the other was thinking and said in an annoyed tone:

"Magna, what are you laughing at? Your face is really ugly, bro. Your chin looks like the crooked heel of an old black nun's fat foot."

Magna grinned, touching the scar on his chin, and said with a hint of pride:

"This was typed by hand by my father."

The emphasis is on the word "personally".

Doug rolled his eyes and touched his face, finding his skin smooth, shiny, and delicate, without a single scratch.

After all, he knelt down with Nick early on and never got beaten up.

What was originally thought to be an advantage has now turned into a disadvantage.

Not only Magna, but also Julian in the passenger seat was touching the scar on his collarbone, with a happy smile on his face.

His collarbone had been broken by Wayne and later repaired, but it still left a scar.

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Doug watched with drooling desire and restlessness, rubbing his face vigorously as if trying to rub out a holy mark.

Then, he cautiously turned to look at Wayne beside him and said with an awkward smile:

"Godfather Wayne, could you... could you slap me? Just a light slap, just enough to knock out a few teeth..."

Wayne shook his head slightly, unable to suppress a smile.

After being a saint for a long time, he discovered that America seemed to have an average population of m.

Or rather, everyone is a lamb, waiting for their own shepherd.

Just then, the car returned to the poor street.

Nothing here has changed, except for a few more homeless people gathering around White to listen to his lecture.

There were even more people on this street.

The number of homeless people in Los Angeles is six or seven times that of Seattle, and this is already becoming increasingly apparent.

Meanwhile, just like what happened on Saints Street in Seattle's South Side, after learning about Wayne's story, homeless people in the area began to spontaneously gather on the street where Wayne lived.

Wayne's existence is like a giant magnetic field, attracting people from the bottom of society.

They felt inexplicably safe around the saints.

After a busy night, Wayne crawled into his tent and fell into a deep sleep.

I slept until the next morning, when I saw more than twenty homeless people and low-income people standing outside the tent seeking blessings.

Wayne blessed and healed twenty people, gaining another wave of experience points. It was almost noon when he hailed a taxi and returned to Hollywood, where he found a film set.

It's the set of "The Death of Christ".

At this moment, director Josh was pacing back and forth with the script in his hand, looking extremely anxious.

Upon seeing Wayne appear, Josh breathed a sigh of relief and quickly went to greet him, saying:

"Mr. Wayne, you've finally arrived! I tried calling your agent, Mr. Aaron, but no one answered..."

"The lead actress has arrived, but being a top-tier star, her temper is a bit... a bit difficult... Because you haven't arrived yet, she's refused to participate in the script reading and has been staying in her private dressing room..."

"Our staff went in to try and persuade her several times, but she and her assistant yelled at them and drove them out each time..."

"It's really... impossible to move forward..."

Wayne raised an eyebrow, revealing a gentle smile:

Which female celebrity is it?

Josh frowned and said:

"It's that difficult Amy..."

[Your basic witch doctor skill has been improved: Master 39% + 2%]

Experience Points: 20+20