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In the shop, Isabella and Helena were buying hair clips together.

When she received Wayne's call, she was as happy as a little sparrow jumping for joy.

"Yes, sir! Helena and I will go right away!"

"Also, sir, I delivered flowers today as Mr. Will instructed, to that bastard cop who arrested you."

"He lives alone in an apartment. Should I kill him? He could definitely be a useful resurrected corpse!"

"Okay, sir... I'm sorry, I know... I can't decide my own life or death... nor can I arbitrarily decide the life or death of others... I understand, I'm sorry."

"I'll never do it again... I'm sorry..."

Isabella hung up the phone, and Helena, who was standing next to her, asked with some concern:

"Isabella, what's wrong? What happened?"

She has been with Isabella these past few days.

The nightmares of being imprisoned by Jose's gang and the nightmares of the corpse in the oven still haunt her, but she feels much more at ease than before.

After all, as a Mexican, she grew up hearing and being exposed to bloody things, and her mental resilience was much stronger than that of Americans.

After following Wayne and joining the Saints, she has felt the Saints' control over this neighborhood over the past two days.

That power gave her peace of mind.

Isabella's fervent adoration for Mr. Wayne also made her admire that man even more.

Hearing Helena's question, Isabella smiled and stuck out her tongue, saying:

"Mr. Wayne scolded me... Let's go, we're going somewhere now, the address seems to be in the nearby neighborhood."

The two strolled along and soon arrived at a somewhat dilapidated community.

This place isn't far from the street where the Saints Gang is located; it's territory controlled by the Blood Gang.

Isabella found a somewhat shabby prefab house according to the address, knocked on the door, and said softly:

"Wendy, are you home?"

A moment later, footsteps were heard, and the door was opened a crack.

It was a little girl who was barefoot, wearing a nightgown, and holding a somewhat old teddy bear in her arms.

"If you're looking for Dad, he's not home... He hasn't come back all day..."

Little Wendy said timidly.

She only came to open the door because she heard it was a girl's voice; otherwise, she wouldn't have dared to open it at all.

Isabella smiled and said:

"Wait a minute, little one, we're your dad's friends. We'll call him now."

Isabella immediately dialed Wayne's video call and said:

"Sir, we have found little Wendy."

Then he pointed the phone screen at Wendy.

A man with tears streaming down his face appeared on the other end of the phone. Upon seeing Wendy, he immediately said:

"Wendy, my baby, it's Daddy!"

Upon seeing her father on the phone screen, the little girl immediately cried out with joy and asked:

"Dad, when are you coming back?"

Evan forced a smile and said:

"Daddy will be away for a few days. Your two older sisters will take care of you during these days. Be a good girl. Daddy will be back soon."

The little girl Wendy nodded understandingly and said:

"I thought you were going to abandon me like Mom did... You really have to come back soon."

Evan nodded vigorously and said:

"I will definitely go back as soon as possible, my darling. You must be good at home."

The little girl Wendy nodded vigorously.

Although she is only seven years old, she is much more sensible than her peers because she lives in a single-parent family and depends on her father.

After hanging up the phone, Wendy opened the door and let Isabella and Helena in, asking somewhat timidly:

"Pretty ladies, are you from a child protection agency? Could you please not take me away from my dad?"

Isabella paused, then knelt down and patted Wendy's head, saying:

"Don't worry, that person has made a promise, no one can take you away from your father."

"Now, let's play house."

Inside the prison area of ​​Jin County Correctional Center.

When Wayne casually pulled out a completely prohibited cell phone, the prisoners present did not show any surprise; instead, they all acted as if it were perfectly normal.

Mediums, saints, prophets—this is how it should be.

"Sir, God bless you, thank you so much, I really don't know how to express my gratitude..."

After hanging up the phone, Evan clasped his hands together and said with a face full of gratitude.

Wayne said calmly:

"Evan, my friend, what I want has never been gratitude, just your respect."

Evan immediately bent down, grabbed Wayne's right hand, kissed it, and said gratefully:

"I will hold you in the highest esteem for the rest of my life."

Only then did he realize that the rumors about the saints were true.

The other party is truly a righteous man of our time, a true saint.

This scene further enhanced the respect the prisoners held for Wayne.

It has almost reached its peak.

If they originally respected Wayne because of his formidable fighting prowess and his magical healing abilities, then...

So now their respect for Wayne is a respect for a true underground godfather.

After all, there aren't that many lonely, destitute ghosts in this world. Who doesn't have their own family and friends?

Often, when they are in prison, their relatives and friends, especially their closest relatives, may encounter difficulties.

Like Evan's daughter, they need help from outside the prison.

At times like these, Wayne's presence is of great significance to them.

Moreover, what these men imprisoned might find most unbearable is the story of a single father and his daughter in distress. Wayne helped Evan and Wendy, and in doing so, these prisoners also felt a purification and redemption of their own hearts.

Many people were even silently sobbing and shedding tears.

There's no way around it, people in America are just so starved for love.

Raphael, the leader of the Latin American gang, was even more shocked at this moment.

He had just seen the young girl who was video calling Wayne. Her distinctly Latina features and teenage age immediately reminded Raphael of the girl Wayne had mentioned.

The girl for whom Wayne was prepared to be her advocate.

He immediately walked over to Wayne and asked in a low voice:

"Sir, was that girl you were talking about...?"

Wayne said slowly:

"Isabella is still a child, and the world is too cruel to her."

Raphael nodded and said nothing more.

[You helped the escaped prisoners in the dark cell. Experience points +2]

Your golden title of Saint has been upgraded by 16% + 1%.

Lights out time.

Unlike the usual wailing and howling after lights out, the entire prison area was peaceful today.

Many prisoners were lost in thought, either missing their families or finding peace within themselves.

The next morning, after the usual roll call, the prisoners arrived at the dining area one after another to receive their breakfast.

The breakfasts at King County Correctional Center are mainly pre-packaged, standardized tray meals, focusing on filling the stomach and providing basic nutrition, with no hot food or freshly prepared meals. Wayne casually picked up a breakfast called F, which included muffins, cereal, peanut butter, and skim milk powder, and sat down in the corner as usual.

The prisoners took their seats, but although they were still seated according to skin color and gang affiliation, the atmosphere was completely different from before.

What they truly longed for was the man with black hair and black eyes, sitting calmly in the corner.

Just then, the shrill doorbell rang as the security door opened, and seven prisoners in orange prison uniforms walked in.

Every morning is when new prisoners arrive; minor offenders from all around Seattle are basically assigned here.

Prison guard Anderson led several new inmates to their cells, gave them a few words of advice, and then left.

Most of the new prisoners seemed somewhat timid. They went to the dining area, retrieved their breakfast, and immediately found a corner to sit down and begin eating. A fair-skinned white prisoner with freckles stood outside the dining area, observing carefully for a while, and had already formed his own judgment about the identities of the other prisoners.

He carried his tray and quickly went to the area where the white gang was located.

He sat down in front of Sam, a white gang thug.

Sam glanced at him suspiciously, a hint of hostility flashing in his eyes.

It was only because Mr. Wayne was present that this newcomer, who didn't understand any rules, would already have his head on a plate. As the top enforcer of the white gang, no one except their boss, Leon, was qualified to sit in front of him.

Just as he was about to explode in anger, a hint of arrogance flashed in the new prisoner's eyes, and he said:

"Take me to the leader of the white gang; I have a business deal."

Sam looked at the other person without saying anything, then got up and led him toward Leon.

"Boss, this kid says he has a business deal to discuss with the white gang leader."

Lyon, whose neck was as thick as his head, was eating a biscuit. He looked up at the clean-cut prisoner, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes, and said, "Tell me your story, and I won't refuse a deal."

The freckled new prisoner revealed a haughty smile and said:

"Sir, I think you'll really like this deal..."

"I'm looking for a prisoner named Wayne in this block; he just arrived a couple of days ago..."

He turned to look at the group of white prisoners around him and said in a low voice:

"Gentlemen, if you're interested, you're welcome to join us. The rewards are absolutely generous... Just between you and me, he's offended a big shot, and the other party wants to teach him a lesson..."

The group of white prisoners looked at each other in bewilderment.

A hint of arrogance flashed in the freckled man's eyes, and he asked:

"What, you know him?"

The group of white prisoners were all staring at the freckled man as if he were an idiot.

Sam scratched his head, looked at his scabbed palm, and said:

"I know that perfectly..."

Lyon clicked his tongue, revealing a sinister smile, and said:

"I'm very interested in this deal... come with me."

The freckled man hadn't expected the deal to go so smoothly. After only a few words, it was clear the other party wanted to take him to Wayne. The success of this arrangement far exceeded his expectations.

Following behind Lyon, they passed through a group of prisoners eating breakfast and arrived at a corner of the dining area.

A man with black hair and black eyes was slowly eating a pancake.

The surrounding prisoners all looked at the man with great deference.

It was as if a pack of wolves were looking at their alpha wolf.

Even Black and Latino people are like this.

The freckled man instantly realized that this was definitely the real boss of this prison area!

A gang leader who transcends all other racial divisions!

He immediately realized that his deal was definitely a success.

As long as he could gain this boss's approval and close the deal, that Wayne guy would be nothing more than an ant he could crush at will. Immediately afterward, he heard the white gang leader beside him respectfully say to the man:

"Mr. Wayne, this kid said a big shot sent him to teach you a lesson, so I've brought him to you."

A professional smile appeared on the freckled man's face. He was about to negotiate with Wayne when he suddenly remembered something. Looking at the man in front of him, he said in a trembling voice, "Mr. Wayne!?"

Just then, the security door not far away opened, and footsteps could be heard.

Prison guard Bob, sporting dark circles under his eyes and looking exhausted, approached Wayne and said:

"Mr. Wayne, your mental health assessment has been approved. You may proceed to the psychological counseling ward now."