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Chapter 25 God's Grace

"Gentlemen, are you willing to listen to God's teachings?"

Casillas's face remained as amiable as ever; if it weren't for the group of mob bosses lying in front of him, the atmosphere would have had a touch of sanctity.

A few nice words can't change Hell's Kitchen, but whoever has the bigger fist might.

At least for now, these gang leaders are willing to listen to the teachings of the Great Father.

"Sir missionary, please explain the teachings of the great Father. We would be very happy to learn."

Murphy struggled to his feet and flattered Casillas with a fawning expression, as did the other gang leaders.

There was nothing they could do; this missionary was terrifying. With a wave of his hand, they were all instantly knocked down, completely unable to fight back.

Although they were gangsters, none of them who made it to the top in gangs were stupid. After witnessing such power, how could they dare to resist?

Whatever he says today, it's right!

"Mr. Murphy, thank you for your understanding and acceptance," Casillas replied with a smile, a hint of relief in his eyes.

He walked slowly to the center of the conference room, then suddenly changed his tone: "But the Great Father hates nothing more than a poison dog, let alone the person who makes it. You are not worthy to enter the Great Father's Kingdom!"

Casillas's words were like icy blades, instantly severing the warmth and harmony of the room.

His gaze turned sharp and cold. The gang leaders who had been hoping for a miracle turned ashen-faced upon hearing the words "poisonous dogs."

"How many of you have the blood of innocent people on your hands? How many of you, for money and profit, are willing to push others into the abyss?"

Casillas's voice was deep and powerful, each word like a heavy hammer striking everyone's heart.

His gaze swept across the crowd, finally settling on the gang leaders who had ties to the drug dealers.

The eyes of those people began to flicker, some with fear, some with despair, and others trying to mask their inner turmoil with fawning smiles.

As for resistance, they did want to, but they couldn't even stand up right now, so how could they resist?

"The great Father is merciful, but His mercy has its limits. For those who have completely abandoned humanity and harm society, His anger will be as unstoppable as a raging fire."

As Casillas spoke, he slowly raised his hands, and a dazzling light began to gather in his palms.

"Today, I will judge you on behalf of the great Father!" With his angry shout, a beam of light shot out like lightning, instantly striking the gang leaders who sold drugs.

Before they could even utter a scream, they were torn to pieces by powerful magic, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating into the air.

A deathly silence fell over the entire conference room, broken only by the cold, resolute voice of Casillas. "Remember, wherever you are, however powerful you may be, if you disobey the teachings of the Great Father, you will ultimately be punished accordingly."

After the punishment, more than half of the gang leaders in the conference room were gone, including Murphy and his drug addicts, who died a horrible death.

The profit margin for selling face powder is so high that it's hard for them not to be tempted. After all, they can't get involved in high-profit businesses like avocados.

However, Xia Ling didn't like any of this. No matter what your reasons were, since you've sold your fans, there's nothing more to say. Just obediently go die.

Among these surviving gang leaders, hot-tempered Jack and seasoned Aiden survived, though few, but the "Golden Spirit" unexpectedly still has a market.

At least, there are still basic standards.

After the killings were over, the surviving gang leaders looked at each other, feeling both shocked and terrified, but also experiencing a strange sense of relief.

"Missionary, we...we are willing to turn over a new leaf." Jack, the hot-tempered mob boss, broke the silence first. His voice trembled but was firm. "We are willing to give up those dirty businesses and find a new way out."

Aiden, the seasoned and profound sage, slowly nodded in agreement: "Yes, since the great Father has given us the opportunity to be reborn, we should cherish it. The darkness of Hell's Kitchen cannot continue. We need to change."

Upon hearing this, a hint of approval flashed in Casillas's eyes.

After dealing with these gang leaders, the obstacles to proselytizing in Hell's Kitchen were greatly reduced.

As for Kingpin, Casillas has no plans to touch him for the time being.

After all, that man was more than just a gang leader; unlike these social scum, who die and then it's over, and there's no problem at all.

Kingpin's real name was Wilson Grant Fisk. He was an extremely successful businessman who carefully invested his ill-gotten gains in legitimate businesses, building a vast business empire and wielding enormous social influence.

To touch him now would be too conspicuous.

"Since you have sincerely repented, your merciful Father will naturally forgive your sins."

Casillas's voice softened considerably, and he continued, "Now that we have shown you the severity of the Great Father, it is time to show His mercy as well."

Jack and Aiden looked at each other, wondering what the missionary could possibly offer as a reward.

"You two, come forward."

Upon hearing Casillas's order, the two gang leaders seemed to regain their strength and suddenly stood up.

He looked at Casillas with a hint of fear in his eyes, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward.

"I will share a portion of the gifts of the great Father with you, but only the devout will receive the greater reward."

After saying that, Casillas waved his hand, and green light flew past the two of them.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, an incredible miracle occurred at that moment.

The wrinkles on Aiden's face seemed to have been smoothed out in an instant, and his skin began to become smooth and plump.

Jack, with his fiery temper, felt much more at ease. The internal damage he had suffered from years of excessive smoking and drinking seemed to be healed at this moment, and his whole body felt much lighter.

Now, there's no doubt about it between the two.

The missionary before me must be a messenger of God, an angel of the great Father.

And that great Father must be an infinitely benevolent God, and I will serve Him forever, and after death I will go to His kingdom and surround Him!

The onlookers were no less excited than the two men. Seeing the miracle, they all knelt down and prayed devoutly to the Great Father.

Watching this scene, Casillas smiled. The patriarch's mission had finally made a breakthrough. Now, it was time to make this city also submit to the great patriarch.

(End of this chapter)