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Chapter 24 Missionary Work

"Did you guys know? A group of strange people have come to our territory."

Murphy stared at the people around him, a look of suspicion on his face.

He's fifty this year, which is considered quite old for someone in the underworld.

In Hell's Kitchen, besides the biggest boss Kingpin, the only other powerful gangsters are these few people present.

His gang was doing quite well; as a special economic organization, his gang operated several casinos and a loan shark company.

Huang naturally accompanied Murphy at his casino.

If you have money, after you're tired of gambling, you can book a private room for entertainment. For a little money, you can have a bunny girl keep you company. When the mood is right, they'll even serve you powder to make you happy.

The so-called golden spirit is long gone. After the Mafia collapsed, the later gangs have long since abandoned the caution of their predecessors and do whatever makes money.

His loan shark company had professionals in each casino to provide money for gamblers who didn't have cash.

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

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

Although the gang is not as large as Kingpin, it is still a prominent figure in Hell's Kitchen.

The fun has gotten even bigger lately; for some reason, the Punisher has suddenly disappeared.

This made them extremely happy. These days, the two most important things in life are...

First, don't mess with Jin Bukai, otherwise, the overlord of Hell's Kitchen will show you what cruelty is.

Secondly, one must be extremely wary of the punisher, otherwise, one careless move could send the whole family to hell.

As for Daredevil Matt? He's just a clown in a bodysuit. Even if you were defeated by him, you'd just end up taking a few days off at the police station.

After a few days, you can still expand and strengthen your gang.

Although it has some impact on business, it's not a big problem.

Murphy is getting old and only wants to rely on the money he earns from his current businesses to support himself in his old age; he has no interest in continuing to expand his business.

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

This is a huge joke. In America, who doesn't know its famous name?

Coming here to preach? It's hard to say that there aren't ulterior motives; it might even be a conspiracy by one of the people present.

As soon as Murphy finished speaking, the previously noisy conference room fell silent, with only the occasional roar of cars outside the window and the laughter of street thugs in the distance. The gang leaders present exchanged glances, their eyes filled with both doubt and wariness.

"Murphy, are you sure they're here to proselytize?" Carlos, a burly man with a menacing face, broke the silence, sitting opposite Murphy.

"Hell's Kitchen, a breeding ground for evil, don't they know the rules here?"

"It's absolutely true, Carlos."

Murphy nodded, a hint of unease in his eyes.

"They wore strange clothes and bizarre crowns, going from house to house preaching their doctrines. I heard that they even tried to enter some less cooperative places, but were not kicked out and successfully preached there."

Afterwards, the place's managers treated the missionaries with utmost respect, though it's unclear what kind of witchcraft they used.

"Hmph, looks like they're tired of living."

A tall, thin mob boss named Jack sneered, "Hell's Kitchen doesn't need gods, we just need money and power. If these missionaries dare to interfere with our business, they'll taste our methods."

"That being said, we cannot let our guard down."

An older gang leader, Aiden, spoke slowly.

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

"I agree with Aiden's opinion."

Murphy nodded.

"Moreover, although the Punisher has temporarily disappeared, his threat remains. We cannot allow outsiders to take advantage of our internal strife. We should unite and deal with these uninvited guests first before discussing anything else."

As the gang leaders nodded in agreement, a loud crash was heard, and the door was kicked open.

A group of people quickly walked in; they were the missionaries Murphy had mentioned.

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

"It sounds like you're all talking about us."

Casillas's voice was deep and powerful as he stood in the center of the conference room, looking around at everyone present.

"Who exactly are you people? And what is your purpose in coming here?"

A group of gang leaders immediately pulled out their pistols and aimed them at Casillas. If he made the slightest move, they would immediately pull the trigger and turn him into a SpongeBob SquarePants.

"Who we are is not important. What is important is that you give us some time. I want to talk to you about our God and our Savior."

Casillas had a kind face, and with his somewhat strange but undeniably religious attire, he really did look like a clergyman.

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

The reason He came to preach was simply because it was His mission.

Fortunately, this sect leader generously refrained from charging interest and only made this small request. Since that was the case, we couldn't very well ask for it for free.

Otherwise, if they really anger Him and He stops providing loans, where will they find a sect leader with such good terms?

"You? Prosecuting in this sinful land? That's utterly delusional!"

Jack was the first to lose his temper, standing up and pointing at Casillas, his eyes flashing with anger.

"Hell's Kitchen doesn't need your pity or preaching; only money and power matter here!"

However, Casillas did not get angry; his expression remained kind.

"Mr. Jack, I understand your position and anger, but please allow me to clarify one point: as long as one believes in the Great Father, everyone can find a path back to the light and salvation, and can even reach the Kingdom of the Great Father in life, without even needing to die."

"Hmph, that's easy for you to say."

Jack sneered, but his grip on the gun remained firm.

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

Casillas shook his head slightly, a hint of pity on his face: "Since you are unwilling to listen to our explanation of the teachings of the Great Father, then I also know a little magic."

(End of this chapter)