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The following morning, guided by Morris, Rosen arrived at an entrance made of concrete.

This is a location on the far right of the Ronnie neighborhood.

"Please." Morris bowed slightly and stepped into the downward passage first.

Rosen followed closely behind, and after crossing about a hundred steps, he came to a passage. After walking a while longer, his view suddenly opened up.

This is a very large underground plaza.

The dome is extremely high and illuminated by several industrial lights, while a huge Iron Claws emblem hangs on the wall directly opposite the entrance.

It was a torn black cross, which looked pretty cool.

Directly below the badge is a black and gold stone seat with a high back and armrests carved into the shape of eagle claws.

That is the Holy Throne, a symbol of the Iron Claws' supreme authority.

In the center of the venue is a protruding circular stone platform, and around the platform, like the audience seating in the ancient Roman Colosseum, a series of rings of stands have been built.

At this moment, the stands, which can accommodate nearly a thousand people, are almost completely full.

The vast majority of these people are ordinary residents in the Ronnie community who are under the protection of the Iron Claw Gang.

There were car mechanics with calloused hands, housewives wearing aprons, and children who had just come home from school.

They put aside everything they were doing and gathered here solemnly, just to witness this moment that would determine the fate of the community.

This terrifying cohesion made Rosen's opinion of the former Father Kevin Misérables, whom he had never met, rise even higher.

When Rosen appeared at the entrance, the previously noisy underground plaza quickly fell silent, and thousands of eyes focused on him.

"Mr. Rosen, please come with me."

Morris, speaking respectfully, led Rosen to a white staircase leading directly to the highest throne. The two climbed step by step until they finally stopped before the black and gold throne.

Morris turned to face Rosen, his expression solemn:

"This is the seat that only the Father is entitled to sit in, but according to the rules, you can only stand here and wait for the baptism of the ceremony until you pass the third test."

"Okay." Rosen nodded slightly, turned to face the thousand-person hall below, and stood with his hands behind his back.

As Rosen came to a stop, the iron gate on the left side of the venue opened.

Caesar took the lead, leading dozens of core combat personnel dressed in gray uniforms as he strode out.

These men were all burly and strong. They were not only the main workers in the gang's recycling industry, but also the backbone of the gang.

As they passed the circular platform, Caesar glanced at Rosen on the platform, but quickly looked away and led his team to sit in the core area closest to Rosen's left.

Immediately afterwards, the large door on the right opened.

This time, only twelve people came out.

But the moment these twelve people appeared, the atmosphere in the venue became even more frenzied.

Each of them wore a specially made black combat suit with white patterns resembling bones, and their faces were expressionless, giving them a rather cold appearance.

The leader of this group was none other than Wang Ling, the young Chinese apostle of the Iron Claw Gang.

Rosen's gaze narrowed slightly. Yesterday, he had specifically looked into the Iron Palm Gang's situation, so he naturally had an impression of the 12-person team in front of him.

【God's Iron Guard】.

This is the Iron Claw Gang's most elite special forces unit. Each member possesses superb marksmanship and outstanding combat capabilities. Most importantly, they are all die-hard fans of the gang's doctrines.

They obey only the Father's orders and are specifically responsible for handling dangerous incidents that threaten the gang's survival.

Once everyone was seated, Morris, microphone in hand, walked to the center of the round platform.

He began by reciting a prayer as is customary, then surveyed the entire room, his voice becoming impassioned:

"Brothers and sisters, today we will witness history."

According to the rules set by the early saint Kevin, in order to sit on that supreme throne, one must not only have absolute faith in God, but also have powerful means to fight against evil!

Next comes the ultimate test of the Iron Claw Trials.

Morris suddenly pointed at Rosen and shouted:

"And our Iron Claw wielder, Rosen, must also defeat the gang's undisputed strongest in a fair duel! Only then can he be crowned a saint!"

Upon hearing this, Rosen's gaze instinctively drifted towards Caesar in the left stands.

This 2.3-meter-tall giant must be the strongest member of the gang.

However, when Rosen looked at him, Caesar just pursed his lips and even looked away, staring at the ceiling, showing no intention of getting up.

Just as Rosen was slightly surprised, footsteps came from the stands on the right.

Wang Ling had already stepped out from the group of twelve and, under everyone's watchful eyes, jumped onto the central platform.

He looked up at Rosen above, a slightly humble smile on his lips, and gave an elegant bow.

"Mr. Rosen, Caesar is indeed quite strong; he has an absolute advantage in strength and physique."

Wang Ling straightened up and slowly unbuttoned his cuffs. Although he still wore a humble smile, his words revealed an undisguised arrogance:

"However, what we're comparing now is actual combat, not physique or momentum. It's about fighting skills, about how to quickly incapacitate the opponent in battle. In this respect, I'm better than him."

These words echoed in the square. If anyone else had said those words, they would probably have been given a good beating by Caesar long ago.

But Caesar, sitting in the audience, looked at Wang Ling, only snorted coldly, then picked up the mineral water in his hand, took a big gulp, and didn't utter a single word of rebuttal.

Although he was very unhappy, he had to admit that when it came to a life-or-death battle, Wang Ling would definitely have the upper hand in both fighting skills and marksmanship.

Rosen looked down at the tall, slender Chinese youth, then at Caesar, and suddenly found it quite interesting.

He has now begun to see things from the perspective of the Father, and he can understand many of Kevin Mischief's arrangements from that point of view.

After he arrived at the square, Wang Ling and Caesar entered the venue, indicating that the forces they led were the core forces of the Iron Claw Gang.

Caesar led the main force of the gang, while Wang Ling commanded the gang's elite troops.

Wang Ling is the strongest in marksmanship and actual combat, making him perfect for leading elite troops in decapitation strikes.

Caesar, standing at 2.3 meters tall with a robust physique and a striking appearance, was a natural-born charging general, capable of bolstering the gang's morale.

The two, one in the open and one in the shadows, one strong and one skilled, formed the indestructible twin walls of the Iron Claw Gang.

Rosen slowly walked down the high platform and came to the round platform, where he stood opposite Wang Ling.

He looked at his compatriot, who also had yellow skin and black hair, and a glint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes.

To completely subdue this group of arrogant and fierce soldiers, we must shatter their pride head-on in their most prized area.

Rosen loosened his collar, stretched his wrists, and gestured for Wang Ling to proceed, his expression calm.

"If that's the case, please enlighten me."