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Chapter 506 Carving Wings for Sinners (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Puff Daddy's party is one of the top parties in Hollywood and also one of the top parties in the entire United States.

It could even be compared to Epstein's Lolita Island, only slightly inferior.

Similar high-end private parties, like the mining system, are quite common in the United States.

However, only Epstein Island and Puff Daddy parties were exposed.

At its peak, some people were even willing to spend $500 million just to get a chance to attend a Puff Daddy party.

Because simply entering his party is equivalent to entering a high-end circle and gaining recognition.

Otherwise, no matter how rich you are, you're just a country bumpkin who hasn't entered the circle.

And if someone gets an invitation to a Puff Daddy party, their net worth will skyrocket.

It's similar to dancing at a dinner party in the Beijing entertainment circle, only much wilder.

Before Puff Daddy was arrested, he posted a party invitation on social media, which immediately garnered millions of views.

Because of its enormous influence throughout the United States, Puff Daddy's parties, in addition to those celebrities, also attracted many wealthy businessmen and dignitaries from the upper echelons of the United States.

Among those who were directly photographed in public were the current president and former vice president Harris.

It is alleged that Harris even had sex with Puff Daddy.

However, cell phones are not allowed at Puff Daddy's parties, and there are strict security checks, so not many videos and photos have been leaked.

He must have taken a lot of photos himself.

This is a rich mine.

In electoral politics, scandals are the absolute hard currency.

Hearing Digg's words, Wayne shook his head slightly, a look of pity on his face, and said, "Dig, my friend, you have clearly not yet been truly purified—"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and touched Dig's forehead.

Reverse the [Light of Purification]!

Dig shuddered, immediately feeling an unprecedented craving for the enhancer surge from the depths of his heart and spread throughout his body!

It felt as if countless arms were scratching at my blood vessels and nerves.

This is an unprecedented withdrawal reaction!

How could this happen?!

He didn't have time to think clearly. Like an earthworm thrown into chili powder, he lost all his strength and began to struggle and wriggle on the ground.

He wished he could tear his own blood vessels open.

The most uncomfortable part was the genitals that had just been castrated and healed. At that moment, there was an intense, unbearable numbness and itching sensation, as if something inside was trying to crawl out!

Is this the Human Rejuvenation Project?!

What on earth—what on earth—

Digg kept drooling, and he was in so much pain that he could hardly bear it, but he couldn't faint.

"Guh—kill—me—God—" Dig pleaded, tears streaming down his face.

"Saints—ho—ho—I beg you—Mother—save me—"

He had never been in so much pain, weeping so bitterly that he even longed for death.

He clearly ingested a lot of enhancement drugs at the very beginning of the party, so why does he still have such a strong addiction?

The scene before them sent chills down the spines of everyone present, including the Mexican Mafia members.

They simply couldn't imagine how much pain Digg was in.

Saints can not only bestow blessings, but also bring divine punishment!

Wayne looked at the suffering Digg before him, sighed, and said with a look of pity, "Dig, compared to the harm you have caused the children, this is nothing."

"You hurt seven children. I should have made you suffer for seven days and seven nights before giving you your final judgment."

Upon hearing this, Dig was instantly overwhelmed by utter terror and pleaded desperately, "Saint! Please—I'll tell you—I'll tell you everything—I'll give you everything—please forgive me—"

At this moment, he was completely conquered. He did not want to endure this pain for even a second, let alone for seven days and seven nights!

The black-haired, black-eyed saint before him remained silent, calmly looking at him and saying, "The item is in the children's room, isn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Dig became even more horrified.

The other party knew where those videos were from the very beginning!

In other words, the other party was purely trying to torture him!

He writhed and twisted on the ground, emitting low howls, as if he wanted to tear his own flesh apart, pleading, "Saint—please forgive me—"

But the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of him looked up at the small rooms around him.

Arturo understood and immediately made a gesture. Several of his men rushed to the rooms and dragged out the people who had finished their punishments.

Bloodstains were dragged across the ground, and amidst heart-wrenching wails, the stripped guests, men and women alike, were dragged before Wayne like animals.

Or perhaps they were simply beasts.

They were already in extreme pain, groaning pitifully, as if they were on the verge of death.

Upon seeing Digg writhing and thrashing on the ground like a maggot, the guests immediately fell silent, not daring to say another word.

Clearly, this saint has even more ruthless methods at his disposal.

"Sir, please, I—I already know I was wrong—"

"For the rest of my life, I will remember everything that happened today and sincerely repent."

"By the saints above! I will repent for my sins throughout this life—"

"Saint, please allow me to join the Human Instrumentality Project, to await—to await the final judgment—"

The guests, who had been tortured, pleaded, but it was the words of a woman named Delia that caught Wayne's attention.

Wayne raised an eyebrow and said, "You know about the Human Instrumentality Project?"

Delia was bleeding from her lower body and was in so much pain that she almost fainted, but she still forced a smile and said, "It was that—that executioner who told me—I never knew that God had already sent down his messenger—you are the real Messiah—"

Wayne looked at the executioner named Locke, who smiled somewhat shyly and said, "May the saints bless you, sir. I have accepted Bishop Will's sermons and joined the Church of Heaven—many of our Mexican Mafia brothers have already joined."

As he spoke, he turned to look at the group of brothers around him. At least seven or eight of them were looking at Wayne with excitement, raising their hands to pound their chests, their expressions thrilled.

These are clearly members of the Kingdom of Heaven Church.

Wayne nodded slightly.

Old Will and his team are doing very well.

In the Christian West, most people first identify with their religious identity, and then with other identities.

Wayne looked at the dozen or so guests lying on the ground, sighed, and said, "Sinners, remember everything that happened today."

Delia nodded hurriedly, crying and laughing at the same time, "Yes, sir, I definitely will—ah."

As he spoke, the Messiah Sword in Wayne's hand flashed, instantly carving a bloody "sin" character across her back, covering her entire spine.

Upon seeing this scene, Amy, Daconie, Byron, and others trembled with excitement.

Amy said in a trembling voice, "It has appeared—it's the Mark of Divine Punishment!"

The group felt both relieved and disappointed.

They felt relieved that others would also bear the mark of divine punishment, but disappointed that they were not the only ones to bear it.

However, seeing the bloodstains on the lower bodies of the guests, the group felt a sense of superiority.

At least they don't have to join the Human Supplement Project.

Wayne then brandished his longsword, walking past the guests and Digg, carving the word "sin" across their backs.

"This is—the saints carving wings for these sinners—" Arturo murmured as he watched this scene.

A hint of envy rose in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, Wayne had walked past sinners one by one, carving 16 words of sin into his mind.

He sat back down in his chair, looked at the crowd convulsing in agony, and said calmly, "Come forward, I will bless you."

Without a word, the surrounding Mexican Mafia members rushed forward, grabbed the criminals whose names had been carved, and dragged them to Wayne like chickens.

Amidst the expressions of fear, excitement, or bewilderment on the faces of the crowd, Wayne extended his finger and pressed it against their foreheads, instantly activating the power of [Basic Witch Doctor].

Immediately, their wounds began to heal at a visible speed, scars grew on the marks of sin on their backs, and grotesque growths appeared on their genitals, shocking and terrifying them.

Dig, who had been struggling in agony, finally broke free from the most intense addiction of his life and knelt down, weeping bitterly.

For the pain I just suffered, and for the end of that pain.

Wayne stood up and looked at the mess in the underground space. He addressed the guests, "Get dressed, sinners, the party continues."

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved: Master 47.7% + 1.6%

Experience Points: 146+16

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