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Upon hearing Wayne's words, Old Will and the other homeless men, who were already furious, immediately rushed toward the so-called evangelical church preaching team.

"How dare you! I am God's chosen people, I am a church deacon, how could you...?"

Deacon George looked alarmed, but before he could finish a sentence, Old Will punched him in the chin.

This punch, delivered with furious force, knocked two of George's teeth out instantly.

"ah--"

Immediately afterwards, the remaining homeless men rushed over and joined the fray, knocking the so-called church preaching group to the ground and beating them mercilessly.

The middle-aged woman who had just made those outrageous remarks was grabbed by the hair and forced to the ground by three homeless women, who scratched her face.

All it could do was let out a piercing scream.

Even though the members of this so-called propaganda team were all well-off, strong, and respectable people, they were still unable to cope with the number of homeless people who outnumbered them several times over.

After all, the other side had guns, and these homeless people had lived on the streets for a long time and had a lot of experience in street fighting.

"God! Help me! My nose!"

"How dare you presume to be God before the saints!"

"You are nothing but trash abandoned by God..."

"You son of a bitch, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

"Call the police! Call the police quickly..."

"The righteous people of this age despise you, just as God despises you!"

"Please, spare me! I can't get hurt, I still have to work..."

"Ask the saints for forgiveness!"

"..."

The entire street was in chaos, engulfed in a brawl.

Wayne looked at everything before him, his expression calm.

Evangelical Protestantism is currently the most popular Protestant denomination in the United States, with nearly 30 percent of the American population adhering to it.

To some extent, it can also be described as the Social Darwinist school of religion.

Its origins lie in the Wesleyan Revival in 18th-century England and the Great Awakening in North America.

It has evolved into a "prosperity theology" cult.

They claim that "faith brings wealth and health," and that the rich are more favored by God—this is the so-called elect theory.

Evangelicals believe that you are rich and powerful because God has chosen you, and you are poor and weak because God has abandoned you.

They do do some good deeds, but only to show how great their church is and to display their superiority to the weak.

The "church mission" that Wayne and his friends encountered this time was not primarily there to help the homeless in the poor communities of the South District.

Rather, it was to make their fellow believers feel a great sense of superiority, take photos, post them on social media, and show their "benevolent" side within their social circles.

This is definitely a plus.

In their view, homeless people can no longer be called human beings, but animals abandoned by God, sinners who have turned away from God and are on the verge of extinction.

These people never expected that these sinners would dare to directly defy them and attack them, God's chosen people!

This is absolutely outrageous!

Only then did these self-proclaimed noble "voters" suddenly realize that in this chaotic street, facing these penniless homeless people, they were the prey.

Amidst the chaos, a sharp siren suddenly blared, and a police car sped from the street corner and stopped at the roadside.

Two fully armed police officers got out of their patrol car and immediately drew their guns, pointing them at the group of homeless people. The lead officer, a burly white man, shouted angrily:

"Stop right now! Or I'll shoot!"

Old Will cursed:

"Damn it, why are these cops always late when we're in danger? Why were they so quick to respond this time? Is it because of these fucking rich sons of bitches?"

What the two police officers didn't expect was that, faced with their guns, the usually docile homeless people showed no sign of stopping.

They even went so far as to beat those church members from the gospel church.

"Hey, stop right now! You're committing a crime! Damn it!" the lead officer yelled, while calling for backup.

There were too many homeless people there. If the person who called the police hadn't said that people from the church were in danger, he would never have wanted to come to this run-down neighborhood.

In the past, there have been frequent reports of homeless people fighting each other in the streets, sometimes even resulting in fatalities.

When faced with such situations, these police officers often delay their response time, only arriving to collect the body after one party has been killed, earning some extra money in the process.

This situation is simply unheard of.

And it's snowing right now, how come there are so many homeless people here?!

Not to mention that these homeless men were clearly carrying guns, so the two of them couldn't do anything at all.

Upon hearing the policeman's words, old Will laughed and replied:

"Thanks for reminding me, officer, otherwise I would have thought I was doing charity work."

The group of homeless people burst into laughter.

Just as the situation was spiraling out of control and the two police officers were at a loss for what to do, the homeless man sitting on the side of the street, wearing a long robe and with black hair and black eyes, suddenly spoke up.

His voice was soft, even a little hoarse, but it sounded very calm:

Stop.

The sound seemed to possess a magical power amidst the chaos and the heavy snowfall.

Almost instantly, all the homeless men stopped, spared the missionary members, and let them groan on the ground.

"Ptooey!" White spat in Deacon George's face and said:

"God is watching your evil deeds; you should be grateful for the master's mercy. Get out."

George and the others practically scrambled towards the police car, all of them bruised and battered. The woman's nose was broken, and blood was flowing freely, but she didn't dare utter another word.

"Ladies and gentlemen, get behind the police cars!" the tall police officer shouted, raising his gun as he stood guard.

God knows what's going on with these homeless people, and whether they'll rush at them.

To his surprise, the homeless people were unmoved and spontaneously gathered in front of the black-haired, black-eyed homeless man in a long robe.

They formed a human wall, blocking him behind them.

Their faces even wore expressions of reverence and tragedy, as if they were yearning for the two policemen to fire.

"Damn it, what the hell... Have all these guys taken too much of those boosters?!" another policeman muttered under his breath.

The police officers immediately got into their patrol cars, started the engines, and slowly drove off the street.

The members of the gospel church followed behind the police car, one after another, heads down, walking quickly outside.

Once they had completely left the street, the group of homeless people couldn't help but cheer.

They have always been the ones being discriminated against and insulted; they have never tried to vent their pent-up anger like this before.

Not to mention, all of this was witnessed by saints.

Even in this cold winter, they felt warmth in their hearts.

It seems that this miserable life, which seemed hopeless and without end, finally had a little bit of "meaning".

God, I have met the Messiah, and found your salvation...

Just then, the snowflakes in the sky gradually stopped falling, and Wayne looked up at the sky.

Snow stopped.

Under everyone's gaze, he looked at the girl before him, sighed, and said:

"Child, on this street, you will never suffer any harm again."

Just then, the roar of a car engine came from the side of the road, and the dilapidated, eighteen-times-old Toyota pulled up. Mike got out, carrying a large shopping bag, and said to Wayne with a beaming smile:

"Bro, I've been looking for you for ages! Guess what I brought you... What are you doing?"

Your golden title of Saint has been upgraded (11% + 1%).

[Reputation +10]