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Chapter 214 Dusk Witnesses Devout Believers (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Pastor Martin exclaimed indignantly, "These shameless bastards! They were begging us to join their so-called evangelical federation, and now that this has happened, they're the first to distance themselves!"

"That Elder Ryan from the Seattle Grace Church even called to try and persuade me to betray you and publicly sever ties with you at today's celebration. He's seriously underestimating me!"

As Martin spoke, veins bulged on his forehead and his eyes were filled with rage.

Ryan is practically trying to kill him.

He didn't know about others, but if he dared to cut ties with Wayne on the spot, his extramarital affair would definitely be exposed immediately.

Others could cut off their ties, but Pastor Martin dared not do so at all.

They didn't even dare to have that thought.

"And the Harvest Festival Church!"

"A few days ago, their reputation was completely ruined because their deacon George was thrown out of the church. Even more than a dozen of their followers have transferred to our church. Elder Brian of the Harvest Festival Church even called me to ask me to convey his apologies to you."

"Now that this false accusation has occurred, the Harvest Festival Church has begun to fan the flames, spreading rumors that you use hallucinogens and that you have always liked to use hallucinogenic mushrooms. In short, they are trying every means to smear you and clear their own names."

"How dare they! When they serve God, aren't they afraid of divine punishment?!"

Reverend Martin was filled with righteous indignation.

To be honest, after Wayne was subjected to such slander and framing, his anger was no less than that of the fanatics in the Saints Gang.

After all, during the Christmas celebrations, Wayne overshadowed Harvest Festival Church and intimidated Seattle Grace Church and All Spirits Church, enjoying unparalleled prominence.

He, as the church pastor, also benefited from it.

Not only has the number of church members increased, but they have also developed beautiful visions for the future.

These people are doing the same thing, trampling on his dreams.

"Elder Wayne, please rest assured, I will stand with you at all times, like the crusaders fighting against infidels!"

After a passionate outpouring of emotion and a declaration of loyalty to Wayne, Pastor Martin cautiously asked, "What about the matter the Seattle Evangelical Fellowship is asking you to testify about—"

Wayne said calmly, "Ignore them. It won't be long before they're begging us to join."

These alliances between church organizations have always been based on strength.

Self-verification and censorship are only relevant to weaker churches.

If the Church of the Gospel Witness becomes the largest church in the entire South District or even Seattle, it will be an alliance in itself.

I am strong enough, why do I need your approval?

Seeing that Wayne didn't seem to care, Martin nodded slightly and began preparing for today's New Year's celebration.

Since the Christmas celebrations have just passed, the New Year celebrations are not as grand, but they are still important celebrations of the year.

Its main function is preaching.

"Elder Wayne, God bless you, Arthur saw some unkind comments about you online, it's truly—" Charlotte approached Wayne with her son Arthur, who had polio, and tears streamed down her face before she could finish speaking. "God, how could those people be so malicious! They actually framed a true saint! Waaah—why did they have to do this—"

Arthur, who was now able to walk after being blessed by Wayne, supported his mother and said angrily to Wayne, "Elder Wayne, those people should go to hell! I tried my best to defend you online, but they not only deleted my comments, they also blocked me—"

As beneficiaries of the Christmas blessing, those who have truly experienced Elder Wayne's miracles believe in Wayne unconditionally.

When I saw those sexual assault allegations against Wayne, my first thought was that they were an absolute slander.

"Yes, Elder Wayne! I simply cannot tolerate the slightest disrespect shown to you by these people. When I received this news, I was absolutely furious!" A tall Native American man with a ponytail strode up to Wayne, knelt down on one knee, and kissed Wayne's ring.

It was Tatanka who received the blessing during the Christmas celebration.

Tears welled in his eyes as he knelt before Wayne, looking up at him and saying, "Elder Wayne, you changed my destiny—two hundred meters! I moved the well two hundred meters north on the farm, and oil really did appear! You changed everything for me!"

"God, you are God's agent! Those who slander you are a bunch of devils who deserve to go to hell! They have no idea how great their sins are!"

After the Christmas celebrations, he worked through the night to have someone drill a well at the place Wayne had mentioned, and they actually found the oil they had been dreaming of.

Almost immediately, it attracted the attention of the government and several oil companies, who are discussing cooperation.

In his heart, Wayne was the true agent of God, who had bestowed all these things upon him on God's behalf.

Wayne patted Tatanka on the shoulder and said, "Get up, my child, this is what you deserve."

Just then, Malcolm helped an old man in. As soon as he reached Wayne, he knelt down and said in a trembling voice, "Elder Wayne, thank you. I went to the Kimberley Nursing Home and found my father—"

As he spoke, he turned to look at the old man beside him, a happy smile appearing on his face.

"I've come with my father to thank you. Thank God for your blessings; you've made my life finally less incomplete—"

As they spoke, Malcolm's father, Tom, also knelt down and prayed to Wayne.

One after another, many more people came to bow to Wayne.

Jess, Philip, Laura, Matthew, Adela —

All of them were members of the congregation who had been blessed during the previous Christmas celebrations.

There were also many people who were moved to tears by the scene.

Soon, it was nine o'clock, and no new congregants were appearing in the church.

Those who wanted to come have already arrived.

Compared to the day of the Christmas celebration, there were far fewer people attending church.

There were only a few dozen people, less than half of the number that day.

Even including the fanatical followers of the Saints' Gang, the number barely reaches a hundred.

Clearly, many people have been influenced by the rumors circulating online and have chosen to distance themselves and wait and see.

Wayne remained calm, as if he hadn't noticed the change in the number of people at all.

Pastor Martin glanced cautiously at Wayne before beginning his sermon.

Wayne just sat there quietly, without saying a word.

Those who came to the church today were all true believers in Wayne. At this moment, the original church members looked at Wayne in silence and felt heartbroken.

It is a disgrace to America that Elder Wayne, a true saint, has been slandered in this way.

Pastor Martin preached on the stage. He was a little stiff at first, but he became more and more fluent as he spoke.

He realized then that it was precisely in times like these that he needed to demonstrate his loyalty.

Others may not know, but he truly felt Wayne's immense power.

The suicide of former church elder Danny Foster and his wife alone was enough to shock Martin.

In his view, this was clearly Wayne's doing.

His job as the pastor was to remain calm and wait quietly for Elder Wayne to decide what to do.

As Martin got into the swing of things, the entire church gradually quieted down.

In the back row of the church, Isabella was biting a strawberry lollipop, with earphones in her ears, looking down at her phone.

Her screen displayed the TikTok interface.

A white woman in her early twenties with light blond hair was sobbing uncontrollably, "Today I remembered even more details about what that saint did to me—"

"My God, I'm shaking all over, it feels like I'm back on that day again—"

He kept stroking me, putting his hands inside my body, saying it was a blessing—

"To all the friends watching this video, if any of you have had a similar experience to mine, please stand up and let's speak out together!"

This woman is Angela, who is accusing the South Side Saints; this is her new video released today.

Isabella quickly opened the other person's account and chose to send a private message: "Hello, Angela. My name is Isabella, and I'm only fourteen years old. I think I've had a similar experience to you, and I don't know who to trust—"

The fact that the fourteen-year-old label clearly caught the other person's attention, and they quickly replied: "Hi, honey, are you really only fourteen? God—can we have a video call?"

Isabella, with a lollipop in her mouth, replied, "Of course, Angela, I admire your courage."

The video call came through immediately.

Isabella handed the lollipop to Helena, rubbed her eyes vigorously, messed up her hair a little, and her eyes instantly filled with tears before she pressed the call button.

Angela's face immediately appeared on the screen. Seeing that it really was a pitiful teenage girl on the other side, Angela's face couldn't help but light up with excitement, and she couldn't help but say:

Bingo!

Then, a look of sympathy and sorrow appeared on his face as he said, "Poor little thing, that saint is truly despicable, he wouldn't even spare a child like you—where are you?"

Isabella whispered, "I'm at church; it's New Year's Day—"

He looked like a child who was afraid of being discovered by adults.

On the other end of the screen, Angela asked, "Isabella, darling, would you mind meeting me? I think we should meet and talk things out so I can better help you—no, I mean, we girls help each other."

Isabella said pitifully, "Of course, Sister Angela, I—I think you're the only one I can trust right now—Dad won't let me tell—and I know a few girls who have had the same experience as me—"

Angela's eyes lit up with excitement, and she quickly said, "Great! Let's stay in touch. I think we can tentatively agree to meet in 3 days."

Isabella hesitated for a moment, bit her lip, nodded and said, "Okay—the pastor is looking this way, I'm going to hang up now—"

A hint of a smile flashed in Angela's eyes. The girl in the church, and she had indeed heard the pastor preaching.

The other party was clearly not lying.

He gave a few more instructions and then hung up the phone.

When the video call ended, Isabella's tearful appearance instantly turned cold and ruthless. She whispered to Helena and the other girls beside her, "I found that bitch."