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Chapter 91 Saints Gang

Chapter 91 The Saints' Gang (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Behind every skill lies a broken family and a life utterly destroyed.

Before he could even sigh, Wayne was already looking at the skills he had just acquired.

Most of them are still ordinary, useless skills, and their levels are not high.

After all, these dead were ordinary people.

However, these skills also show that many of them were once middle-class people with comfortable lives.

What truly caught Wayne's eye was the last piece: [MMA (Beginner)].

He now possesses three combat skills: dagger use, pistol use, and automatic rifle use.

However, all of these skills require weapons to use.

In terms of unarmed combat, it is still a weakness.

It would be very dangerous to be in a situation where you have to face an enemy unarmed.

This mixed martial arts skill is quite suitable.

The only downside is that the level is too low; it's just a basic skill.

However, this is not a problem for Wayne at the moment.

Just synthesize it.

I immediately put [MMA (Beginner)] into the skill slot, and then sacrificed [Kayaking (Beginner)], [Pasta Cooking (Beginner)], and [Elementary School Math Teaching (Beginner)] to upgrade [MMA] to Intermediate.

Next, I put [Fishing (Beginner)] into the skill slot and sacrificed [Pet Hair Care (Beginner)], [Skin Care (Beginner)], and [Wine Tasting (Beginner)] to obtain [Fishing (Intermediate)].

Wayne's mind was immediately flooded with fragments of memories about fishing, and he even felt an irresistible urge to go to the riverbank right now and try out the rod.

However, there is currently a flood, so it's not a good time for fishing.

Suppressing the urge, I sacrificed [Sewer Unclogging (Beginner)], [Pastry Making (Beginner)], and [Rugby (Beginner)] to obtain [MMA Mixed Martial Arts (Intermediate 30%)].

After a moment's hesitation, he sacrificed [Real Estate Sales (Intermediate)], [Landscape Photography (Intermediate)], and [Car Driving (Intermediate)] again, and obtained [MMA Mixed Martial Arts (Advanced 30%)].

He already knows how to drive, so this car driving skill isn't very useful.

Except for [Fishing (Intermediate)], all other miscellaneous skills were sacrificed.

Fragments of memories from his rigorous mixed martial arts training surfaced in Wayne's mind, giving him a profound understanding of a wide range of fighting skills.

He's old enough to compete in the UFC now.

They have reached the level of professional players.

Of course, there's still a gap between him and those top players, but beating up ordinary people is like child's play.

As for the remaining fishing skill, I'll keep it for now, just in case.

Wayne casually pushed all the bodies back into the morgue, letting out a long sigh as if he had just finished a cigarette. He walked to the door, patted Mike and David on the shoulder, and said, "Bro, you can go pay the bill now."

David turned to look at the morgue cabinets that had just been closed, hesitated, and then said, "—Okay, bro."

The six corpses sold for a total of 3,600 yuan, which was another source of income.

Mike counted the money and said, "Bro, we've been making money a little too fast lately. I'm even starting to feel a bit overwhelmed—"

Thinking back to how he used to work himself to the bone for a month and only earn a little over a thousand dollars, now the commission he gets from Wayne every day exceeds his original weekly income.

He has saved more money in these few days than he has saved in the past few years combined.

Not to mention the two hundred thousand dollars they got from Steve of Jose's gang.

The money is now hidden in the underground alleyways.

Only Wayne, Mike, and David knew about this huge sum of money.

If other gangs find out, they will surely covet it.

Wayne smiled slightly and said, "Compared to my debts, this is nothing. To be honest, it's not even enough to pay off your student loans."

Upon hearing this, Mike immediately lowered his head.

Indeed it is.

Seeing Mike's slight dejection, Wayne laughed and said, "But this is a good start, isn't it? Hey, Mike, I'm thinking of putting you in charge of the money from now on, what do you say?"

As his income gradually increases, he does need someone to help Wayne with his financial work.

Mike, with his master's degree in industrial engineering, is more than capable of managing accounts.

Moreover, Wayne absolutely trusts his character.

Especially after what happened today.

Mike hesitated for a moment, then said, "This—I think we should have David and his brother come with me—"

David laughed and said, "Alright, bro, asking me to deal with those numbers is like asking a damn chimpanzee in a zoo to do math problems. You might as well just shoot me. I'm much better at finding people, living or dead, all kinds of people—"

Mike shrugged, accepting the task.

The three of them got into the car in the yard, greeted the fat black security guard at the gate, and drove off.

You completed a transaction in the Bone-Slaying Demon's lair, gaining 1 experience point.

The three of them continued on their way and soon returned to the street where the tent was located.

Night had fallen, and the shops along the roadside had lit up.

As soon as we drove into the street, we found that it was in complete chaos.

More homeless people flocked here, along with disaster-stricken refugees who came from nearby park shelters.

There are significantly more tents and RVs along the roadside than before.

A police car was parked on the side of the road, its lights still flashing.

Wayne frowned, becoming wary.

Could it be that those corrupt cops are causing trouble again?

Just then, I heard the sound of shattering glass and shouts, and then I saw a man carrying a pile of supplies and wearing a hoodie running wildly across the road.

Behind him, two police officers in a police car were chasing after him while calling for backup.

Seeing Wayne and his group arrive, Old Will and White ran over and said, "Sir, there have been far too many people here today. There were dozens of fights this afternoon alone, and there were also robbers smashing shop windows. But that's not the worst of it. Some outside thugs tried to rape a few women, but White and I chased them away with guns."

"I heard there was another bastard who took too much of the booster and hallucinated, and bit off a piece of flesh from a policeman's arm," White chimed in.

Wayne frowned and said, "Was this street originally left unattended?"

Old Will shrugged and said, "This is the border between the territories of the Seta and the Blood Gang. People from the Jose Gang also come here sometimes. There have been a few clashes before, but fortunately they are all in it for the money, and there isn't much profit to be made on this street, so they are relatively restrained."

"But recently, it seems like the people from Seta haven't been coming here much. Those bastards from the Blood Gang used to come here sometimes, but now they've completely left. This area is a terrible neighborhood anyway, and even the police don't patrol here. It takes a long time for them to come if you call the police."

Old Will didn't explain why Jose's gang no longer came; for them, it was a matter of mutual understanding, requiring no further explanation.

Wayne looked up at the chaotic street.

The scene included haphazardly erected tents, homeless people wandering around begging, middle-class people who were clearly disaster victims hurrying through the streets, newly arrived homeless people gathered together to take stimulants, people fighting, children crying by the roadside, shops with smashed windows, and police chasing criminals.

The chaos is beyond description.

Northwest University suffers from severe deficiencies in grassroots governance, which are mainly filled by two things:

Churches and gangs.

Cults are still religions, and gangs are still gangs.

The street was in a delicate balance, so it was relatively peaceful before.

Now, because of Wayne's presence, all three gangs have left the street.

This created a power vacuum.

Although he had the reputation of a saint, his work was more about personal salvation than governance and control.

The United States has its own unique national circumstances.

The West University retains too much of its animalistic nature; once the shepherd is gone, it will turn into a battle of beasts.

Just look at those disaster movies from the West; when faced with major disasters, they rarely work together, they all fight their own battles.

Wayne sighed, looked at everyone present, and said, "Since no one's in charge, then we'll take charge of this street and tell them that this street is now under our gang's control. We are—the Saints Gang."

Since the flock has no leader, I will be your shepherd.

Gang order is also a form of order.

Moreover, many Americans only understand one language.

Violent language.

Hearing Wayne's words, everyone was overjoyed.

David was overjoyed and said, "Hey bro, I knew it! I knew it! You should have made this decision a long time ago! A lot of bastards are fucking modern-day slaves, even more fucking despicable than the black butlers of the white masters on the plantation. Only when you point a gun at their ass do they realize that they should talk with their mouths, not their asses!"

He was the one who first coined the term "Saints Gang," and it was originally just something they used to rave about.

Now that he had Wayne's approval, he was naturally overjoyed.

Old Will and the others also nodded in agreement.

Even the disciples of the Messiah need a name to walk in this world.

Establishing a religious sect would be too conspicuous.

For America today, there's no better option than starting in a gang.

In the name of the Saints Gang.

Wayne got out of the car and walked toward the chaotic street in front of him.

His expression was calm, as if he were walking on a peaceful garden path instead of witnessing screams, fights, shouts, and cries.

Mike and David immediately put their hands in their pockets and stood on either side of Wayne.

There were no police on the street at this point, so White simply pulled out his gun, held it in his hand, and stood next to David.

Old Will pulled a double-barreled shotgun from his pocket and stood next to Mike.

Their faces carried a chilling, murderous air.

Standing next to the saints, they even dared to shoot at the president.

Wayne walked slowly forward. When the two homeless men who were fighting each other saw the five people appear, they immediately stopped and obediently stood on the side of the street.

At the same time, the follower named William ran over from the side, wielding a stick, and joined the group.

Then, several drug addicts who were standing in the middle of the street giving themselves injections were also startled and turned to run to the side of the road.

Wayne casually helped up the homeless girl he had rescued who was crying, and led the group forward.

Several more followers came running up and followed behind the saint.

The two homeless people who had lit a bonfire by the roadside, intending to set it on fire, quickly stomped out the flames and respectfully made a gesture of prayer towards Wayne.

Several homeless people who had previously followed Wayne on his tour of beating up the church joined the group at the back.

As Wayne walked forward, the group behind him grew larger and larger. All those who followed him had calm and solemn expressions, but they gripped their weapons tightly.

Brawlers, thieves, bullies, arsonists, and addicts all turned into docile sheep the moment they saw Wayne appear, praying to the saints.

Wayne and his men were like a giant brush, scrubbing away the chaos of the streets.

Wherever it went, there was peace.

Only the reverence for saints.

Soon, Wayne led the group across the entire street and arrived at its end.

All that remained behind him was peace.

He brought order.

A figure came running from the direction of the underground alley.

The streetlights cast a hazy, indistinct light on his face.

It's Jose.

José's clothes were stained with blood, and his face was covered with a few splattered drops of blood.

"Sir, I think you'd better come and see for yourself," José said urgently.