I searched and fought in America.

Rosen didn't stop on the stage, nor did he wait for Morris to announce the result. Instead, he jumped down from the two-meter-high platform and landed next to Wang Ling.

He reached out and helped Wang Ling up from the ground.

Wang Ling instinctively clutched his chest, feeling a sharp pain; he had broken at least a few ribs.

He gave a wry smile and said in a low voice, "That was ruthless, Father."

"I'm sorry." Rosen looked at him, his tone unusually gentle. "You are indeed very strong, so I can't help it. I can't defeat you without hurting you."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ling's expression faltered slightly, and then a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

"If you can give me such a high opinion, then these broken ribs were worth it."

If Rosen had said those words before, Wang Ling would have simply dismissed them. But now it's different; Rosen has defeated him, so the other party has a different say in the matter.

Wang Ling took a deep breath, braced himself, pushed away Rosen's hand, and limped to a special spot on the right side of the round platform.

Upon seeing this, Caesar, who was originally sitting in the stands, quickly stepped out of the crowd and moved to the left side, standing side by side with Wang Ling.

Morris watched this scene, straightened his uniform, walked up to Rosen, bowed deeply, and said in a loud voice:

"Holy Father, please take a seat."

"it is good."

Rosen responded and then turned around.

Under the watchful eyes of over a thousand people, he stepped onto the pristine white stone steps. When he finally stood before the enormous black and gold throne and turned to look down at the crowd below, an unprecedented sense of awe arose within him.

This feeling was even more exhilarating than opening a box.

Without hesitation, Rosen lifted his shirt and sat down.

The instant he sat down, Maurice stepped forward and stood in the middle, forming a triangle with Caesar and Wang Ling.

Morris's voice resounded throughout the venue:

"Welcome, Holy Father!"

Whoosh—!

The thousands of members in the audience stood up in unison, their eyes fixed on the man on the platform, roaring in unison:

"Welcome, Holy Father!"

"Your Holy Father, your servant offers you his utmost loyalty!"

Immediately afterwards, Morris, with a solemn expression, lightly pounded his chest with his right hand.

boom! boom! boom!

He struck three times, then, keeping his left hand on his chest, he knelt on one knee, facing Rosen, and bowed slightly.

Caesar and Wang Ling followed closely behind, with the same movements and rhythm.

After the three apostles finished, thousands of followers also performed the same ceremony in unison.

Amidst the rhythmic and ceremonial chest-pounding, Rosen sat on the throne, and the contents of the first edition of "The Iron Claw Manual" that he had read the previous night suddenly came to mind.

It's like those who say, "God resides in the heavens, so he needs an agent on earth, and the Holy Father of the Iron Claws is God's will, the incarnation of God."

Kevin Misty, that old fox, is hardly spreading the gospel.

He appears to be praising God, but in reality, he is using God's name to create a facade for himself, positioning himself as God's sole incarnation on earth.

"That's too arrogant."

Rosen sighed softly.

Kevin was not content with being a mob godfather; he was using God's skin to steal the supreme divine position.

He wanted to create a living, breathing "god" in the chaotic Ronnie community.

Rosen looked at the kneeling crowd below, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

Now that the position of "god" is vacant, and since everyone yearns for a leader...

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"Still haven't found that Rosen guy?"

Buck slammed his hand on the table, staring at his underling with a grim expression. The underling was a burly man with a fierce face, but under Buck's gaze, he cowered in fear.

"Boss..." the underling swallowed and answered in a low voice, "I sent three or four men to keep a close watch on that guy's room. He definitely didn't go out through the front door."

I only went in to check on him because I noticed he hadn't shown up for three or four days...

Little did they know, he and old Cade had long since disappeared.

Buck's expression darkened after hearing this, but he forced himself to suppress his anger and took a deep breath:

"Run? Where can he run to? Don't worry, he can't go far."

Buck lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair.

"Don't forget what kind of debt he's carrying. He only has 23 days left. If he dares not pay up by then, it won't be our Wolf Fang Gang dealing with him, but Black Gold Capital."

When the words "black gold capital" were mentioned, a hint of fear flashed in Buck's eyes.

But then he felt a surge of resentment.

If Black Gold Capital intervenes directly, even if Rosen is chopped into mincemeat, they won't be able to squeeze any money out of him.

That's tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of US dollars—an absolutely insane sum of money.

"Keep searching! He can't have gone far!" Buck shouted to his men.

……

Rosen sat on a wooden stool, holding the black cell phone in his hand, the screen displaying conversations from a few days ago.

Rosen: [You should have received the news about the ledger and Leonard's death.]

Customer: [Received, but some customer names are missing from the ledger.]

Rosen: [This is outside my scope of business. I've already obtained the ledgers for you; the task is complete.]

Rosen: [In addition, there was a fatal error in the intelligence you provided. Leonard's bodyguard strength is far greater than expected.]

This poses a significant threat to my actions, and you need to compensate me an additional $2. The platform has approved my appeal.

Customer: "...Okay, I'll send you the money as soon as possible."

Rosen swiped the screen.

Rosen received $8 for killing Leonard, and with the additional reward for observing the thugs, his account totaled $30 plus $5000.

But what happened next made Rosen, who had anticipated it, feel so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe.

The "Hell's Thorn" platform, acting as an intermediary, directly took 50% of the commission.

In other words, of the $30, only $15 was actually received, which, according to the exchange rate, is approximately 105 million RMB.

$2500 was also taken from the $5000.

Rosen looked at the text message about the change in his bank account balance and sighed helplessly.

Don't think this platform is shady. In fact, "Hell's Thorn" is considered to be a very conscientious entity in the community.

In the United States, to launder this kind of shady money, the federal government alone takes 35% in taxes. Add to that the losses incurred through the money laundering channels and intermediary fees, and the platform only takes 15%, which is practically a "charity".

At least, the money will be transferred to Lawson's account in batches through multiple legitimate shell companies and channels, ensuring he can use it with peace of mind.

Rosen recounted his debts and felt a toothache.

He originally only owed Black Gold Capital $30, but in this godforsaken place, getting involved with loan sharks is the end of your life!

With interest compounding, his debt has now soared to $80.

The monthly interest payments to Black Gold Capital alone amounted to around $1. All his hard work of murder and robbery was essentially working for those financial vultures.

If he hadn't suddenly awakened the system, his future would have been sealed.

"15 US dollars..."

Rosen turned off his phone, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

This amount of money isn't enough to pay off debts, and buying back one's life is too expensive.

Perhaps it's time to settle this score with Black Gold Capital in a different way.