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Chapter 462 I Want You to Become a Gangster Boss (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Sophia's face was cold and stern, her complexion pale and haggard, no longer showing the arrogance she had displayed when she first met Wayne.

Her hair was messy, and she even looked a little disheveled.

Her eyes were slightly red, clearly she had just been crying.

Wayne glanced at it and instantly understood everything, asking, "Something happened? Betrayal? Second-in-command? Ukraine?"

Sophia, Remy, and the others all looked shocked.

Remy's mouth dropped open, his face filled with disbelief, and he involuntarily exclaimed, "You—how did you know?"

Wayne glanced at the phrase above the other person's head and said, "Nikola's ghost is following you."

[Rémy Sergei — A top enforcer for the Los Angeles Russian Mafia, known for his honesty and taciturn nature. After the death of Nikolai, the gang leader, in a coup orchestrated by his deputy Andrei, he was targeted for purging by pro-Ukrainian forces. He protected Nikolai's daughter, Sofia Vasilyeva, as she fled Russian Mafia territory.]

Clearly, serious internal strife has occurred within the Russian faction, and the original leader, Nikolai, Sofia's father, has already...

Be killed.

It makes sense when you think about it. The Russian gang in Los Angeles profited immensely from both sides during the Russo-Ukrainian war. At the very beginning of the war, both sides were too busy to care about anything else, so they were able to preserve their wealth.

Now, the war has completely entered a stalemate, with both sides even bombing civilian facilities. There have been multiple drone attacks in Moscow, and numerous suicide bombings targeting Russian officials in public places. How could they possibly allow such fence-sitters to profit from both sides?

Even if the Ukrainians hadn't sent anyone to get rid of Nikolai this time, the Kremlin would never have allowed him to do so.

This is also a flaw in the Russian national character; as long as they see short-term benefits, they forget long-term worries, look left and right, hesitate and waver, and want to eat in one place and sleep in another.

The double-headed eagle on the Russian flag represents this idea: trying to manage both ends will ultimately lead to neglecting both.

This national character was embodied in old Nikolai.

Upon hearing Wayne's words, Remy trembled, turned around to look at himself, and asked, "Where...where is the boss?"

Sophia, somewhat incredulous, asked Wayne, "How—how did you know? This is impossible—"

The fact that their father was killed by Andrei, causing a major internal conflict within the Russian mafia, and that they fled to the slums was all just a recent event.

Even if Wayne had an inside man in the Russian gang, he couldn't possibly know this much. You have to understand that even she, the person directly involved, is still a bit bewildered.

Before Wayne could speak, David, who had just emerged from the tent, exclaimed sleepily, "This is the power of the saints! How can you mortals understand God's favor towards the saints? Kneel down now! Only by praying for the saints' protection can you be saved!"

Today I was busy preaching in the poor streets. After a whole day of work, I've already memorized this set of rapid-fire phrases.

Meanwhile, the members of the Saints' Gang had also emerged from their tents, standing in twos and threes, glaring at the Russians.

Their eyes held suspicion, vigilance, and a hidden, sharp killing intent that sent chills down Remy and the others' spines.

Sofia's eyes were still full of hesitation, but she had no other choice at this point.

As Nikolai's daughter, she was acutely aware of the power of the Russian mafia, especially with Andrei, her father's right-hand man, who had been carrying out specific tasks for years and had numerous informants throughout Los Angeles.

They had nowhere to go except for the poor street where Wayne lived.

She gritted her teeth and said to Wayne, "Wayne, I've come to ask for your help—I know I was wrong before, and my father's and my rough behavior hurt you—I beg your forgiveness—"

"Can we talk? — Just the two of us —"

Wayne did not respond to Sofia's request, but calmly said, "Tell me, Sofia, how much assets does the Russian mafia have? Including liquid assets."

Why is the other person asking this?

She was just fleeing and seeking temporary refuge. Did Wayne really think he could use the few people on the slums to help her reclaim the Russian Mafia's assets? That was utterly absurd.

Although she didn't understand the other party's specific purpose, Sophia still said sincerely, "My father has been running the business for many years. The entire group has investments in Los Angeles and throughout the United States. The real estate and equity assets total about 450 million US dollars, in addition to about 30 million US dollars in cash and the equivalent in cryptocurrency."

Wayne frowned.

Earning and spending US dollars is not a significant amount for the Russian mafia, given its size.

This business was established before the collapse of the Soviet Union and has been operating for decades.

Sofia gave a wry smile and continued, "Our business relies heavily on our connections in Russia, so there are considerable operating costs. In addition, the gang has hundreds of members who need to be supported by the group."

The implication is that her father, Nikolai, was just one of the many powerful figures in Russia, and that his business wasn't always available. He often had to pay his underlings' salaries and bribe American officials. Sometimes his smuggling would be caught, and smoothing things over would cost a lot of money.

It's already quite impressive that they were able to accumulate this much wealth.

Wayne nodded slightly.

This is true.

He then gestured to Rhodes and the others, before turning and disappearing into the tent behind him.

Upon receiving Wayne's order, Rhodes and the others, who were standing in the shadows, immediately lowered their guard and let Sophia walk over.

Sofia looked around at the crowd and was surprised to find that they were all different kinds of people. Some looked like destitute homeless people, some looked like black people selling drugs on the street, some were ordinary Latino workers, and there were even some teenage girls.

Apart from a few fully armed individuals lurking in the shadows, most of the people didn't look like members of any powerful gang.

child.

They were just a group of ordinary people.

Can these people really stand up against Andrei's mafia assassins?

For a moment, she didn't know whether her choice was right or wrong.

But now she has no other option.

With that thought in mind, Sophia lifted the tent flap and crawled inside.

Wayne was sitting on the floor when she entered. He gestured for her to sit and said, "Sit."

Sophia sat down opposite Wayne with a serious expression. The moment her buttocks hit the ground, she couldn't help but hiss, and the swelling and pain in her buttocks made her gasp.

Wayne said calmly, "Oh, and this too—bow your head."

Sophia was taken aback, not understanding what Wayne meant, but she had no choice but to lower her head.

At the same time, she tried to reassure herself that, no matter what, they had been husband and wife in name only, even if Wayne had truly loved her...

If you do anything excessive, consider it as paying back the debts you owe for the things you've done in the past.

Just then, a hand was placed on Sofia's head.

Sofia shuddered involuntarily, instantly understanding what the other person meant.

So that's what he wanted—

She immediately raised her hand to gather her hair into a ponytail, and then slightly opened her mouth.

The next instant, just as she felt humiliated yet slightly expectant, a warm energy suddenly surged from Wayne's palm, flowing directly into her body and heading towards her swollen buttocks.

Almost instantly, Sofia suddenly felt as if the pain she had been experiencing was enveloped by a cool, refreshing current, and it vanished abruptly, the swelling and pain disappearing.

The pleasurable sensation made her let out a soft moan.

Just as she was still immersed in this extreme comfort, Wayne's hand suddenly moved away from her head. Sophia involuntarily reached out to grab Wayne's hand, wanting him to stay a little longer, but she grabbed nothing.

"My God—what was that just now—" Sophia was stunned, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She had heard a little about the title "Street Saint" before, but she thought it was just a nickname given to him by the poor people Wayne helped. Now, when she truly felt that energy, she was incredibly shocked.

Then she saw the familiar yet unfamiliar black-haired, black-eyed man in front of her, who looked at her calmly and said, "Sophia, I want you to become the boss of the Russian Mafia in Los Angeles."

"That's an order."

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved: Master 41.7% + 0.1%

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