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Sofia's ice-blue eyes were brimming with tears.

He squatted on the sofa, covering his buttocks with his hands, too afraid to sit down.

She completely lacked the composure and elegance befitting a mafia heiress.

It's completely swollen.

Fortunately, the black stockings were not damaged at all.

I don't know why, but her buttocks were the only part that was injured.

"Wayne..." Sophia gritted her teeth, looking at Wayne with a resentful expression, trying hard not to let her tears fall so as not to be ridiculed by him.

"You bastard...you devil!"

She had considered that Wayne might resist, run away, or curse, but she never imagined that he would... spank her.

What exactly is this?

Sofia's face was filled with resentment and anger, and her icy blue eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

Loyalty: Unexplained Favorability

Seeing the golden loyalty symbol appear above her head, a stark contrast to Sophia's gritted teeth and resentful expression, Wayne couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.

These 'm's are really interesting.

His eyes narrowed, and he uttered a low, guttural sound from his throat:

"Um?"

Sofia trembled and said:

"You...you don't come any closer..."

Thinking about what had just happened, she felt extremely ashamed and indignant.

Her originally snow-white skin was now flushed crimson.

For a moment, I didn't know what to do; my mind went completely blank.

She was originally a cold and aloof mafia heiress, how could she have encountered something like this!?

This is completely different from what she planned before she came!

It was completely out of her control.

Sofia jumped off the sofa, grabbed her handbag, and ran out quickly.

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She ran to the door, then abruptly stopped, turned to look at Wayne, her eyes filled with resentment, and said:

"Wayne, you...you barbaric bastard! I won't let you get away with this! All those debts are yours! I'll tell Father, and he'll...he'll give you a good beating!"

As she spoke, Sofia pushed open the door, straightened her body abruptly, and regained her original tall, model-like figure.

She instantly reverted to her initial aloofness and composure, transforming into the powerful mafia heiress, as if she had instantly forgotten everything that had just happened, and strode out.

She became the queen of that underworld once again.

The door to the reception room slammed shut. Wayne glanced at the pair of messy red high heels on the floor, then casually picked up the miniature pistol that Sophia had dropped on the table and fiddled with it.

Clearly, this mafia heiress was far less composed than she tried to project.

They left behind their shoes and pistol.

He casually put the pistol away, when a knock came from outside the reception room.

"Please come in," Wayne said calmly.

A middle-aged Latina cleaning lady pushed a tool cart in and said to Wayne:

"Sir, would you like your room cleaned?"

After each visit, the meeting room needs to be cleaned immediately in preparation for the next group of users.

Wayne nodded and said:

"certainly."

The female cleaner quickly began cleaning the reception room.

Upon seeing the pair of red high heels on the ground, she paused, then said to Wayne:

"Sir, would you like these shoes...?"

Having worked for a Hollywood company for a long time, she had seen all sorts of strange things, so she was no longer surprised by them.

Wayne said calmly:

"Throw it away."

"Okay." The female cleaner casually tossed the high heels into the trash can, then dragged her work cart away.

Just then, a noisy conversation came from outside the door.

Wayne walked out and saw the door to the conference room not far away open, with the Saints gang members pouring out excitedly.

Everyone's face was filled with anticipation and hope for the future.

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Even though they had followed Wayne, this saint, for a long time and witnessed many miraculous things, Hollywood's status was imprinted in the minds of every American like a steel stamp.

Being able to come to Hollywood to make movies still holds extraordinary significance for them.

This is no longer a leap in social class, but an affirmation of one's past self.

"Sir, Director Josh has briefly explained to us the things we need to pay attention to during the subsequent filming," Old Will said to Wayne in a deep voice.

"According to him, filming will only begin once the script is fully finalized."

"Where are we going next?"

After Old Will finished speaking, everyone in the Saints' Gang looked up at Wayne, waiting for his orders.

Filming is important, but the great cause of the Saints Gang and the Kingdom of Heaven Church is the core of everything.

Wayne smiled slightly and said:

"Let's go back to the poor streets of downtown Los Angeles. It's a lot like the South Side of Seattle. I guarantee you'll all love it."

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The crowd filed out onto the main street and chose public transportation to head to the poorest area.

Los Angeles has a very well-developed public transportation system, with many bus lines running through the heart of the poor neighborhoods and offering frequent service.

This is also the main way many homeless people get around on a daily basis.

Sitting in the car, watching the bustling scene of Hollywood's famous Walk of Fame as they passed by, the members of the Saints couldn't help but sigh.

Luna, the "Explosion Queen" who loves movies and TV shows, sighed and said:

"Is this the Hollywood Walk of Fame? It just looks like an ordinary street..."

Moreover, there is also a lot of trash and needles on the streets.

She lit a cigarette and murmured:

"Indeed, capital brings only oppression and decay, and a facade of hypocrisy... Only God and Lenin are the two true truths..."

As they were talking, the scenery around them began to change.

The once bustling scene quickly vanished, replaced by dilapidated streets, chaotic graffiti, and littered with trash and needles.

There are also drug dealers gathering in twos and threes on street corners to make deals, or American tri-fold homeless people swaying their bodies like zombies.

They're back, they're all back.

This is the America they know.

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We've arrived at the poorest street.

As Wayne got off the bus, he walked toward his tent and saw some very familiar faces gathered in twos and threes on the street. They were all dressed in gray robes, similar to Wayne's attire, and seemed to be waiting for something.

There were approximately one hundred people in total.

Upon seeing Wayne and old Will, the people's faces lit up with joy, and they instantly gathered around.

Old Will solemnly said to Wayne:

"Sir, these are one hundred members I have selected from the Kingdom of Heaven Church. Their hearts are steadfast and their faith is devout, making them most suitable as the spark of the church to spread your renown and faith. However, there is one more thing I would like to ask for your guidance on so that the Kingdom of Heaven Church can develop better..."

"Sir, how should our teachings be conveyed?" Old Will asked with a grave expression.

The Kingdom Church of God is no longer a small church organization confined to Saints Street, but a church belonging to the underprivileged that has gathered a large number of believers in the South Side of Seattle.

Wayne has always been more of a hands-off manager, with old Will spreading his teachings based on his own understanding.

However, the spread of the Kingdom of Heaven Church requires a solid doctrine as the foundation of its ideology.

This is what old Will longed for.

He held his breath and stared intently, afraid that he might miss even a single word.

Wayne smiled calmly and said:

"Our doctrine is very simple: the saints protect us."

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