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Chapter 24 Preaching
"You know what? A group of people with strange behavior came to our territory."

Murphy stared at the people around him with a suspicious look on his face.

He is already fifty years old this year, and for someone who has been involved in gangs, this age is considered advanced.

In Hell's Kitchen, apart from the biggest overlord Kingpin, the only gangsters with dominant power are those present here.

His gang was doing quite well. As a special economic organization, his gang operated several casinos and a loan sharking company.

In the casino opened by Murphy, Huang was naturally there.

As long as you have money, after you are tired of gambling, you can rent a private room to entertain yourself. You can spend some money to have a bunny girl accompany you for fun. When the mood on the scene is high, they will enthusiastically stop supplying powder to make the guests happy.

The so-called golden spirit is long gone. After the Mafia collapsed, succeeding gangsters threw aside the caution of their predecessors and did whatever made money.

His loan sharking company has professionals in every casino to ensure that gamblers who do not have cash can have money to spend.

As for whether these gamblers who borrowed money can pay it back, that is never a problem. As long as they don't run away, there is always a way to make them pay it back.

Relying on these businesses and his meticulous service, Murphy thrived in Hell's Kitchen and lived a comfortable life.

Although the size of his gang is not as big as Kingpin's, it is still a well-known figure in Hell's Kitchen.

The fun has been even greater recently. For some unknown reason, the Punisher suddenly disappeared.

This made them very happy. Nowadays, the two most important things to survive in the underworld are:

First, don’t make Jin unhappy, otherwise, the overlord of Hell’s Kitchen will let you see what cruelty is.

Second, you must be wary of the punisher, otherwise if you are not careful, your whole family will go to hell.

As for Daredevil Matt? He's just a clown in tights. Even if you get beaten by him, you'll just have to go to the police station and take a few days off.

After a few days, I can still expand and strengthen my gang.

Although there is some impact on business, it is not a big problem.

Murphy is already old and only wants to rely on the money earned from his current businesses for his retirement. He has no interest in continuing to expand.

However, recently a group of strange people came to Hell's Kitchen to preach.

This is a huge joke. Who in America doesn't know the name of this place?
Coming here to preach? It's hard to say if there is no ulterior motive. Maybe it's a conspiracy by one of the people present.

As soon as Murphy finished speaking, the originally noisy conference room suddenly became quiet, leaving only the occasional roar of vehicles outside the window and the noise of street hooligans playing in the distance. The several gang leaders present looked at each other, with both confusion and vigilance in their eyes.

"Murphy, are you sure they are here to preach?" Carlos, a burly man with a face full of flesh, sitting opposite Murphy, broke the silence.
"Hell's Kitchen is a hotbed of crime. Don't they know the rules here?"

"It's absolutely true, Carlos."

Murphy nodded, a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.

"They wore strange clothes and strange crowns on their heads, and went door to door to spread their doctrines. I heard that they also tried to enter some places that were not very cooperative, but they were not kicked out and they successfully preached there.

Afterwards, the managers of the place even treated the missionaries with great respect, and no one knew what kind of witchcraft they used. "

"Humph, it seems they are tired of living."

A tall and thin gangster named Jack sneered and said, "Hell's Kitchen doesn't need gods. We only need money and power. If these missionaries dare to interfere with our business, let them have a taste of our methods." "Having said that, we can't take it lightly."

An older gang leader, Aiden, spoke slowly.

"After being in this circle for a long time, I know that there are often unknown secrets behind it. The appearance of these missionaries may just be the beginning. We have to find out their true purpose."

"I agree with Aiden."

Murphy nodded.

"Also, although the Punisher has disappeared temporarily, his threat still exists. We cannot allow outsiders to take advantage of the internal fighting. We should unite and deal with these uninvited guests first, and then talk about other things."

When several gang leaders heard this and nodded in agreement, there was suddenly a loud noise and the door was kicked open.

A group of people walked in quickly. They were the missionaries that Murphy had mentioned.

Casillas strode into the meeting room with a group of missionaries dressed in strange costumes and wearing crowns.

"It sounds like everyone is talking about us."

Casillas' voice was low and powerful. He stood in the center of the conference room and looked around at everyone present.

"Who are you? What's the purpose of coming here?"

A group of gang bosses immediately took out their pistols and pointed them at Casillas. As long as the other party moved slightly, they would immediately pull the trigger and beat him into SpongeBob SquarePants.

"It doesn't matter who we are. What matters is that you give us some time. I want to tell you about our God and Savior."

Casillas has a kind face, and his attire, which, although a little strange, does have a religious atmosphere, makes him look like a real clergyman.

In fact, although Casillas came here to preach, he did not actually believe in their leader. He simply regarded Him as a sucker.

The reason He came here to preach was simply His mission.

At least the clan leader was generous enough not to charge any interest and only made this small request. In that case, it would be embarrassing for us to get it for free.

Otherwise, if they really angered Him and He stopped providing loans, where could they find a suzerain who offered such good conditions?
"You? Preaching in this sinful place? It's simply a foolish dream!"

Jack was the first one who couldn't help himself. He stood up and pointed at Casillas with anger in his eyes.

"Hell's Kitchen doesn't need your pity or preaching. It only cares about money and power!"

However, Casillas did not get angry and his face remained kind.

"Mr. Jack, I understand your position and anger, but please allow me to clarify one thing. As long as we believe in the Great Father, everyone can find a way back to light and salvation. We don't even need to die. We can enter the kingdom of the Great Father while we are still alive."

"Hmph, that's nice to say."

Jack sneered, but didn't relax his grip on the gun at all.

"Do you think you can change the rules of Hell's Kitchen with just a few nice words? Don't dream!"

Casillas shook his head slightly, with a trace of compassion on his face: "Since you are unwilling to listen to us explain the teachings of the Great Father, then I also know a little bit of magic."

(End of this chapter)