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Upon hearing Wayne's words, the Russian mafia members present exchanged glances, all showing expressions of humiliation.

"Mr. Wayne, we Russians are a nation of honor. Doing this would provoke a war with the Russian Mafia!" Remy said solemnly.

"Suka! We are a nation that reveres fighting, and we will never yield to humiliation!" another bald man in a leather jacket cursed.

White stepped forward from the crowd and, with a similarly solemn expression, addressed Wayne:

"Sir, these Russians are so disrespectful to you, they don't deserve your mercy. I think you should kill them all!"

With that, he pointed the gun at Remy in front of him, shoved the muzzle into the man's mouth, and shouted:

"kill!"

The surrounding grey-robed missionaries, equally excited, shouted:

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Give the order, sir, to kill them all!"

"May the saints bless us, and with thunderous wrath, annihilate their enemies!"

"This is holy war! It's the beginning of the Kingdom of Heaven's Church! Please let me fire the first shot!"

The last sentence seemed to instantly awaken many people. The surrounding missionaries all put their fingers on the trigger, their faces filled with fanaticism, as if they were all considering whether to be the one to fire the first shot.

The first shot fired in the holy war—that was an unparalleled honor!

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

At first, everyone was talking at once, but later they started shouting for battle in unison, their eyes filled with a desire to make a name for themselves.

Seeing the fervor of the people around them, the Russian mafia members, who had been putting on a brave face, instantly changed their expressions.

They were just betting that the other side wouldn't dare to fire.

After all, triggering a war with the Russian mafia is no small matter.

Judging from the way these people are acting now, they seem to be eager to fire immediately.

They're all just like those damn Middle Eastern jihadists!

"Boss, what... what do we do? These people seem like they're really going to open fire! Suka..." the bald man in the leather jacket whispered to Remy, his eyes no longer showing the arrogance they had just displayed.

"These people are just like fucking Chechens..."

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The Chechen Wars left a deep mark on the hearts of Russians.

What they remember most vividly is the fearless and valiant appearance of those Chechen soldiers.

That was a kind of spiritual fanaticism fueled by religion.

They were just street thugs with knives and guns, and they were helpless against this religious fanatic.

"Sukabul..." Remy, with his dumpling-like ears, was also filled with panic. After muttering a curse under his breath, he quickly shouted to Wayne:

"Mr. Wayne, we never yield to others, but out of respect for you, we are willing to obey your orders!"

"Quick, take off your clothes!"

The last sentence was addressed to his subordinates.

As he spoke, he began rapidly unbuttoning his suit jacket and loosening his belt.

Seeing that their boss had already done this, the mafia members behind him hurriedly began to take off their clothes as well.

That's a joke. If they were back when they were struggling in the Russian countryside, they might have had some fearless courage.

Now that we've been in America for so many years, and through controlling high-profit industries like smuggling and human trafficking in Eastern Europe, we've lived a life of luxury for years. Who isn't afraid of death?

I was just barely holding on when I realized something was wrong, and I took off my clothes faster than anyone else.

Soon, everyone had taken off their clothes, leaving only their underwear. They were all naked and their white skin was quite conspicuous.

"Mr. Wayne, can we...can we leave now?" Remy asked with an awkward smile.

The black-haired, black-eyed man in front of me remained calm and silent.

White, standing to the side, glanced at Wayne, then immediately adopted a solemn expression and said loudly:

"The saints said, 'Take off your clothes, just as man came naked and will go naked!'"

As he spoke, he had already aimed the gun at Remy's groin.

Remy gave a wry smile, then took off his underwear, crossed his legs together, covered his front with one hand and his buttocks with the other.

The remaining dozen or so Russian mafia members did not do the same. They took off their underwear, covered themselves with their hands in front and behind, and looked at the crowd around them with smirks.

The crowd around immediately burst into laughter, making the Russian mafia members blush with embarrassment.

Wayne sighed and said:

"Remy, my friend, what did you learn from this?"

Remy gritted his teeth and said with a forced smile:

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"Sir, I have learned that one should be polite and respectful. I apologize to you again."

Wayne nodded and said:

"You've improved."

Remy quickly smiled and said:

"Thank you for your guidance, sir. You are like a teacher to me..."

Wayne then said:

"Let's go, tell Mr. Nicholas that if he wants to see me, he should come to me in Poor Street."

Remy and the others felt like they had been granted a pardon. They immediately turned around, covered themselves, and ran to their car in a panic.

Then the engine started, and under the watchful eyes of the dark muzzles of guns, the car sped away.

Seeing the Russian mafia members flee in disarray, the Saints present, along with the vagrants from the poor streets, couldn't help but cheer.

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"Long live the saints! May the saints bless you!"

"May the saints protect us! Those bastards will never dare to come again!"

"Hahaha, that big guy just pushed me down, he deserved it!"

"Long live the saints!"

"Thank you, Mr. Wayne!"

"Victory over the Church of Heaven!"

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For people on the streets, the Russian mafia is a terrifying, legendary entity.

This force was driven away by Saint Wayne and his followers—something that had never happened before.

The members of the Saints' Gang, especially the missionaries of the Kingdom of Heaven Church, were filled with excitement and fervor.

This is also the beginning of the Kingdom of Heaven Church demonstrating its power.

Wayne looked calmly at the crowd around him and said:

"Go."

The crowd immediately scattered, heading towards the poor streets and the streets of Los Angeles.

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Wayne watched the departing figures in gray robes, paused for a moment, and then said to old Will:

"I'm going to tell everyone that I'm going to start exorcising evil spirits and bestowing blessings."

From beginning to end, his real purpose in coming to Los Angeles was only twofold: one was to obtain the remains of the Holy Relic at the headquarters of the Riel Spirits, and the other was to make a movie to expand its influence.

Therefore, it is enough to protect this poor street neighborhood; there is no need to make too many enemies.

After all, Seattle is his home base now.

Los Angeles is just a temporary stop.

The missionary work of the Kingdom of Heaven Church should also be carried out subtly and quietly from the grassroots level.

Before developing to a scale sufficient to rival some major powers, we must not be too flamboyant.

This is why Wayne let the Russian mafia members go.

After all, killing someone in broad daylight on the street is too conspicuous.

Just as Wayne was about to crawl into the tent, he heard a series of hurried footsteps.

"Godfather Wayne!"

Then Julian, the leader of the 18th Street gang, one of the poor street gangs, came running towards them, followed by several of his underlings.

Upon seeing Wayne, Julian took a deep breath and quickly said to Wayne:

"Godfather Wayne, this is terrible... something horrific has happened..."

Before he could finish speaking, Nick and the rest of the Blood Gang came rushing over and stood before Wayne, saying anxiously:

"Godfather Wayne, please don't leave Poor Street! Something's happened with the Mexican Mafia..."

"That damn Bourne has absolutely betrayed you! I just got word from the underworld that the Mexican Mafia Commission has issued a Black Handprint warrant for your arrest..."

"Kill you and you'll receive a huge reward of $200 million, plus direct membership to the Mexican Mafia!"

"The news has reached tens of thousands of outlaws under the control of the Mexican Mafia. You are about to be in great danger..."

Julian took a deep breath and said:

"Yes, Godfather Wayne, that's what I was going to say... and our 18th Street gang is actually affiliated with the Mexican Mafia, so my information is more accurate..."

"I heard that Bourne went to visit his brother Bernie, then died in prison, and then the warrant for his arrest was issued..."

Wayne frowned slightly.

Clearly, something went wrong with Byrne.

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Perhaps the brainwashing was too successful, making him confide everything to his brother Bernie, which ultimately led to his death.

"But please rest assured, Godfather Wayne, all the gangs in Poor Street will be at your beck and call, acting as your eyes and ears. As long as you don't leave Poor Street, there won't be any problems," Julian continued, his expression grave, clearly extremely troubled and even fearful of the Black Handprint wanted poster.

In his mind, unless one fled to a very distant foreign country and went into hiding under an assumed name, it seemed that no one could ultimately escape the Black Handprint wanted poster.

Wayne looked at Nick and the others with a gentle expression and comforted them:

"Don't worry, there are too many people who want me dead, the Mexican Mafia is not even in the top tier."

As he spoke, Wayne crawled into the tent and began to bestow blessings and exorcise evil spirits.

After what just happened, there aren't many people coming to seek Wayne's blessing right now.

Los Angeles has a much larger population and a much higher population density than Seattle, but what just happened was still too horrifying.

Only a dozen or so people came seeking blessings.

Five of them are actually suffering from illness.

By the time we finished everything, it was already evening.

Just then, Wayne's phone rang suddenly. He pressed the answer button and heard producer Victor's trembling voice coming from the other end:

"Mr. Wayne, I'm sorry to bother you... but there's something I think I should tell you..."

"It was that State Representative Jason... He... He called looking for Aaron but couldn't find him, so he found me..."

"This Mr. Jason is... he's also the guest that Aaron and I promised to see... tonight at his apartment at 10 p.m...."

Wayne narrowed his eyes and instantly understood that Aaron had clearly already treated him as a commodity to be traded and reserved him for some powerful and influential people.

Bourne was one of them.

Jason, of course, is no exception.

Even the lieutenant governor of California.

The original child star's appearance was clearly the object of many perverts' ideal woman.

State legislator...

"Send me the address," Wayne said slowly, then hung up the phone.

Just then, the sound of brakes came, followed by Luo's voice suddenly rang out:

"Who is it?"

Immediately following was Remy's voice:

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"Mr. Wayne, this is Remy! I've relayed your message to Mr. Nicola, and he wants to speak with you by phone now..."

By this time, Remy had lost the arrogance he had shown on his first visit, and had lowered his posture to the lowest level, appearing timid and submissive.

Wayne stepped out of the tent and saw Remy, whose ear had been bandaged, getting out of a car with his hands raised and a smirk on his face, holding a cell phone in his hand.

"Mr. Nikolai would like to speak with you," he said.

[Your skill level has been upgraded from Basic Witch Doctor to Master: 41% + 0.5%]

Experience Points: 40 + 5

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