I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 132 New Attribute Points (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Wayne finally understood what Marcus really meant.

This guy used all sorts of fitness drugs and supplements, which caused severe drug reactions and hormonal imbalances in his body.

Although he's built up a muscular physique, he's essentially chemically castrated himself.

Trenbolone, trenbolone acetate, metenolone, stenbolone, trotolonone, oral metenolone, oxyandrone, stanozolone, and stanozolone are all hormonal drugs used in bodybuilding, most of which are veterinary drugs.

Commonly known as the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin.

One consequence of this is that users first develop the skill of shrinking their penis.

As the saying goes, "If you want to practice this skill, you must first castrate yourself."

This is basically the norm in the bodybuilding circle at Xida University.

After Marcus finished speaking, many of the prisoners around him not only didn't laugh at him, but instead showed expressions of sympathy.

Clearly, quite a few people have been infected.

Wayne sighed and said, "The way of procreation is a blessing from God and should not be defiled by this sinful kingdom—come here."

Marcus immediately went to Wayne, knelt down, made a prayer gesture with his hands, closed his eyes, and his eyes twitched slightly, clearly showing some nervousness.

He didn't know if it would work out.

But faced with the ever-growing muscle and shrinking chicken, he still wanted to try to salvage the thing that had shrunk to the size of a peanut.

Wayne placed his hand on Marcus's forehead and instantly activated the power of a basic witch doctor (master).

The gentle energy flowed downwards, revealing that Marcus's reproductive system had been ravaged beyond recognition by the drugs.

Hormonal imbalance in the body has reached a certain level.

Wayne shook his head and immediately activated the basic witch doctor's energy to begin repairing Marcus.

Logically speaking, this kind of internal atrophy is not considered a disease, and even a basic shaman with a high level of expertise might not be able to cure it.

Upon reaching the (Master) level, the healing power of the [Basic Witch Doctor] becomes even more formidable.

It's as simple as fixing a bicycle chain.

Wayne raised his hand and said, "Alright, my child, you have been given the Way of Nature once again."

Marcus quickly pulled down his pants and looked down. He then burst into tears, crawled forward on his knees, and knelt down to kiss Wayne's instep.

He knew his own situation best and understood that he had truly recovered completely!

It's not that it's perfect, but at least it works.

For a man's pride, this is everything!

Seeing Marcus's actions, some of the tall, burly prisoners immediately knelt before Wayne, weeping and wailing, "Godfather, my loving father!"

"My Father, save me—"

"Waaah, please grant me a new life—"

"I will follow you forever, until death do us part!"

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Their cries were heart-wrenching and sincere, as if they were children about to be redeemed.

Drug dealers are practically regulars at the gym at Xida University.

Seeing how others can easily achieve in one or two years what it takes to train hard after just a few acupuncture sessions, no one would resist the temptation.

However, this approach of combining injections and supplements is basically a dead end.

It's addictive.

The more you prick the muscle, the bigger it gets; the bigger it gets, the more you want to prick it.

A large number of bodybuilders and bodybuilding influencers have died suddenly due to drug use.

Of course, the promotion by fitness product manufacturers played a significant role in this.

Becoming a bodybuilding influencer means you can get endorsements from pharmaceutical companies, land lucrative contracts, and reach the pinnacle of your life.

This is why many bodybuilders and internet celebrities are so reckless when it comes to injections, their bodies covered in needle marks like a beehive.

They ignored the various side effects that followed, such as enlarged heart and blocked blood vessels.

Even if they could die suddenly at any moment, many people don't care at all as long as they can make money.

As long as it's popular and enjoyable, that's enough.

Not to mention that many people who take drugs end up with brain damage, hearts that are two or three times the size of an average person's, and they have no normal thinking ability whatsoever.

All they knew was to keep fighting.

As for the prisoners in the cells, the combination of exercise and medication is often a last resort.

He was a gangster by nature; without some muscle, he couldn't get by in the gang. In prison, he would only be raped.

This ultimately led to a vicious cycle of involutionary competition.

Fortunately, they are not professional bodybuilders or bodybuilding influencers, so although their function is affected, there is still hope for them.

At this moment, Godfather Wayne was, in their eyes, a sacred being who could save their lives.

Wayne had previously felt a bit of a pity that these gang prisoners were all in such good physical condition that not many of them got sick, leaving him no opportunity to utilize his basic witch doctor skills.

He then showed compassion and let them come forward one by one to receive the blessing.

Those who rushed out and knelt down to beg were all the most capable and pillars of several gangs, a total of eighteen people.

They were all broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with bulging muscles.

Only now, in front of Wayne, did they reveal their truest selves.

She was as vulnerable as a child.

As Wayne used his Basic Witch Doctor skill to heal their unspeakable ailment, the prisoners prostrated themselves on the ground and kissed Wayne's feet.

He swore on the spot that he would respect Wayne as his father and follow his teachings for the rest of his life.

When the last muscle prisoner was cured, it was time to turn off the lights.

Prison guards Bob and Anderson had to come and remind him that his free time for the evening was over and that it was time for Mr. Wayne to go to bed.

The prisoners reluctantly left, their eyes practically drooling as they looked at Wayne.

Those muscle prisoners who were cured need no further explanation, but even those prisoners who were not originally ill felt a pang of sympathy at this moment.

Nobody knows when they might stop working properly.

But once you get to know Godfather Wayne, that day may never come.

This is almost the most lethal thing for a man.

The cell door closed slowly, and Wayne sat on the bed looking at the system panel.

Tonight's farewell was not in vain; unexpectedly, it brought out another hidden ailment in these prisoners.

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved (Master 1.1% + 1.8%).

[Experience points +18]

The values ​​on the panel changed instantly:

Experience points (98+18)/100

In the next instant, a brand new free attribute point was formed!

He now has one more free attribute point!

Prison is really a good place —

They were all a little reluctant to leave.

Wayne didn't rush to use the free attribute point; instead, he kept it.

It might come in handy for tomorrow's court hearing.

Wayne then fell asleep immediately and quickly drifted off to sleep.

On the contrary, Ted, Gabriel, and Orion, who shared a cell, couldn't fall asleep for a long time after learning that Wayne would be in court the next day. They all stared at the ceiling until dawn.

Throughout the high-risk prison wards, countless prisoners are in this condition.

Can't sleep at all.

This was originally just an ordinary prison ward, and they were just ordinary prisoners.

Wayne's arrival disrupted their peaceful, aimless lives, bringing them a ray of light in the darkness.

It's like a group of grass carp and other small fish in a murky pond, suddenly encountering a fallen dragon.

This kind of soul-stirring experience is something that cannot be expressed in words.

They wanted to grasp something, but didn't know where to begin.

It was a sense of bewilderment, emptiness, helplessness, and loss.

The next morning, without even needing the prison guards to call out, all the prisoners in the high-risk ward got up on their own and came to the corridor to wait for that person to appear.

Seeing Wayne walk out of the cell, everyone immediately followed him to the dining area to begin their meal.

After dinner, prison guard Bob, along with Anderson and several other acquaintances, approached Wayne and respectfully said, "Sir, it's time to get going."

Wayne remained calm and extended his hands.

Bob immediately and carefully helped Wayne put on the handcuffs.

Then, four prison guards led Wayne away from the dining area and to the second floor.

The Jin County Correctional Center and the Jin County Higher People's Court are located in the same judicial park. The two buildings are right next to each other and there is also an aerial corridor connecting them. It only takes 1-2 minutes to walk there, and the straight-line distance is 100 meters.

This sky bridge is specifically designed for the safe transport of detainees from prison to the courthouse, completely avoiding public areas.

Wayne was quickly taken to the King County Courthouse detention area by Bob and the other three.

Two court bailiffs took over and, after a short wait, escorted Wayne to the defendant's dock.

The courtroom is divided into two main areas by the courthouse fence.

First, the core area of ​​the courtroom is limited to judicial personnel, parties involved, lawyers, witnesses, and the jury.

Secondly, there is an audience area where media and the public can observe the proceedings.

The judge's bench, witness bench, jury bench, lawyer's bench, and parties' bench, as well as the bailiff's area, are all located in the core area of ​​the courtroom.

By this time, the courtroom was already quite full, with the judge, the county prosecutor acting as the public prosecutor, the audience in the gallery, and the media all present.

Wayne's lawyer, Henry, was also sitting in the defendant's seat.

Wayne's appearance immediately caused a commotion.

In the audience, Mike, David, Will Sr., Billy Sr., White, Isabella, and many others couldn't help but call out, "Bro! Are you okay?"

"Oh, sir! I'm so glad to see you again!"

"Brother Wayne, things have gotten out of control while you were gone—"

"Sir! They—how could they treat you like this—"

Old Will, Old Billy, and several other members of the Saints' Gang all shed tears at this moment.

Having not seen the saints for many days, their longing and anger towards the authorities were beyond words.

Wayne nodded slightly, signaling everyone not to get agitated, then went to his dock and looked up at the judge.

This is an elderly white male judge, the same one who rejected Wayne's bail.

Just as Wayne looked at the other person, the white judge also looked up at Wayne.

Then, the court clerk suddenly came to the judge's side and whispered a few words, holding a document in his hand.

The judge examined the document carefully, raised an eyebrow, and looked at Henry, saying, "Mr. Henry Barnes, we have just received information that your lawyer's license has been suspended by the state bar association due to multiple violations and allegations of moral depravity. You will not be able to appear in court as the defendant's defense attorney for this hearing."

He then looked at Wayne and said, "Mr. Bruce Wayne, your defense attorney has been disqualified from this case in court. You may request a recess to change your attorney and public defender, or you may request to represent yourself."

The entire audience erupted in uproar!