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Chapter 137 The Saint Returns to His Streets (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Judge Warren felt completely powerless and collapsed in his seat.

He never imagined that a small court hearing would end up with such a nightmarish outcome.

It became a turning point in his life.

As a judge, he knew all too well how long he would be sentenced if all his crimes were exposed.

He should be sentenced to at least ten years in a high-security prison.

This life is over.

Before he could react, Eileen had already put the cold handcuffs on his wrists.

Several police officers rushed forward, grabbed Judge Warren, and escorted him out of the courthouse.

As she passed Wayne, Eileen bit her lip but couldn't help turning her head to glance at the man.

After a few days apart, the sacred aura emanating from this black-haired, black-eyed man seemed to have become even more pronounced.

He gives the impression of being a victim.

Eileen has been trying to avoid any interaction with Wayne in public, since keeping their relationship hidden is the best course of action.

But she still couldn't hold back at this moment.

Looking at the jurors and audience cheering around Wayne, Eileen was even a little envious of them for being able to hug the saint.

Just then, Saint Wayne seemed to sense her gaze, turned his head and smiled at her, saying, "Captain Eileen, congratulations on cracking another major corruption case. I suggest you look into Judge Warren's history in Alabama and his sentencing of juvenile offenders of color; you might be pleasantly surprised."

Judge Warren was suddenly startled, staring at Wayne in disbelief, and said in a trembling voice, "This—this is impossible—how could you know—you are the devil—you are the devil—only the devil would know these things—"

At this moment, his despair and fear had reached their peak.

Ordinary corruption is manageable, but if his past involvement in the KKK and his practice of imposing harsher sentences on teenagers of color are exposed, his sentence could be more than 50 years.

He'll never get out of here in this lifetime!

Eileen's eyes flickered with panic and evasion, but quickly regained their composure as she met Wayne's gaze and said, "Okay, thank you for your suggestion, Mr. Wayne!"

As she spoke, she made a gesture, and two of Erin's police officers dragged the limp Judge Warren out of the courtroom.

After finishing his conversation with his family and friends, Wayne also headed towards the courthouse entrance.

Mike and David ran to the front and pushed open the courtroom doors, immediately triggering a flurry of flashes as the corridor outside was already packed with reporters.

They were all journalists and social media anchors who had failed to secure seats in the courtroom. After learning from friends inside the courtroom that the trial had ended and Judge Warren had been arrested, they immediately came to conduct interviews.

For the entire city of Seattle, the arrest of a corrupt judge in court is an explosive story.

Moreover, it's said that Officer Erin, the Seattle Police Department's rising star who made significant contributions in human trafficking cases, personally came to make the arrest, guaranteeing it would generate a lot of buzz.

As for Wayne, who was acquitted, he seemed less important.

"Officer Eileen, could you please describe the specifics of the case?"

"The deputy warden of King County Correctional Center, Cent, has also been exposed for corruption and has close ties to the main perpetrator in the human trafficking case you cracked. What is your opinion on this matter?"

"I heard you've been promoted to captain for cracking a human trafficking case. Is that true?"

"Your former captain, Irving Marshall, committed suicide out of guilt. Could you please comment on him as a person?"

Do you believe there are other corruption cases within the Seattle Police Department?

A group of reporters surrounded Eileen and began bombarding her with questions.

Having finally managed to catch Erin, the rising star of the Seattle Police Department, they definitely didn't want to waste this opportunity.

In comparison, Wayne's case as an unlicensed medium is a relatively minor case and hasn't garnered much attention from higher-ups.

Wayne led the group past the reporters and soon arrived at the entrance of the King County Superior Court.

As he walked out of the gate of the Jin County High Court, he saw that the steps outside were already full of people.

At least several hundred people were standing in front of the courthouse, eagerly waiting.

Wayne knew most of these people; they were either homeless people from the nearby neighborhood or residents of low-income communities.

Their faces were filled with anticipation, like a child waiting for his father to come home from get off work.

The moment Wayne was spotted, someone shouted, "Mr. Wayne is out!"

"Saint, sir!"

"Godfather Wayne!"

"The last righteous man in the world has finally left the prison of injustice!"

"Wayne! Wayne! Wayne!"

"Wayne!"

"Wayne!"

"Wayne!"

After the initial chaotic shouts, someone started it up, and hundreds of people present chanted Wayne's name in unison.

Their faces were beaming with happiness, and many of them burst into tears on the spot.

After an unjust arrest, Seattle streets have finally welcomed back his righteous men!

The shouts outside the courthouse also attracted the reporters who were inside interviewing Erin.

At this moment, many reporters and social media users rushed out of the courthouse, and were filled with confusion upon seeing the scene before them.

This Wayne is just an ordinary street psychic, how could he have such a big influence?

It seems that something is happening on the streets that they are unaware of.

Then, something shocking happened to these journalists and independent media professionals:

Wayne, with a gentle expression, stepped forward and walked down the steps.

Wherever he went, the hundreds of people immediately made way for him, bowing their heads before Wayne with their hands in a prayerful gesture.

"May the saints bless us!"

"God, Mr. Wayne, could you touch the top of my head and bring me good news?"

"May the saints bless us!"

"In the name of Bondiye, we pray for your blessing—"

Wayne strode forward, like Moses parting the Red Sea, raising his hands and touching the heads of the people on both sides of the road as he passed.

Once touched by Wayne, the other person immediately knelt on one knee, his face filled with piety and excitement.

"My God—what—what happened? Is he the Pope?" a reporter murmured.

She had a vague feeling that she had witnessed something extraordinary.

Something momentous seems to be happening on the streets of Seattle, something that will change everything.

Accompanied by Mike, David, and others, Wayne quickly arrived at the parking lot and got into the 18-year-old Toyota.

Mike immediately started the engine and drove Wayne toward the neighborhood occupied by the Saints.

Having not ridden in this beat-up old car for a few days, Wayne actually felt quite nostalgic.

Mike and David were both very excited and eager to tell Wayne everything that had happened in the past few days.

"Hey Wayne, old Will found that Owen Marshall as you instructed. He was so scared he almost peed his pants and obediently gave us the witness information—" David said excitedly.

"And those police officers who arrested you, Isabella even scared one of them into taking leave."

"However, the fact that he was able to commit suicide out of fear of punishment shows that he still had a shred of kindness left. Otherwise, he would have faced severe legal punishment," Mike said as he drove.

Wayne shook his head slightly.

Based on his understanding of Irving Marshall, he knew that such a selfish and greedy corrupt cop would never commit suicide over something as trivial as corruption.

Since he never ordered the Saints to kill him, there is only one explanation.

Some of the masterminds behind Jose's human trafficking system killed Owen Marshall to silence him.

After all, Irving Marshall had taken bribes from Jose's gang.

Jose, the leader of the Jose gang, was obviously also silenced.

Based on the information Wayne had extracted from Jose, although he had only been in contact with a small link in the entire human trafficking system, he was still able to contact figures like state legislators.

It would be incredibly easy for these people to silence Owen and Jose.

Wayne also plans to temporarily set aside investigating the other links in this human trafficking chain.

To avoid alerting the enemy and attracting more enemies.

This arrest, while bringing him many lessons in prison, also served as a wake-up call for him.

The Saints' Gang is still too weak; they must change their strategy.

Just then, the familiar street appeared outside the car window, along with that somewhat dilapidated tent.

The street was packed with people, mostly low-income residents and homeless people from the nearby neighborhoods, who had come after hearing the news.

Old Billy was maintaining order in front of the tent when he saw Wayne's car and his face lit up with joy.

Mike parked the car, and David immediately got out to open the door for Wayne, his expression solemn.

Wayne stepped forward, looked at the familiar faces and expectant eyes present, and said with a smile, "I'm back."

Upon hearing Wayne's words, old Billy burst into tears, rushed over, and hugged Wayne's legs, murmuring, "Sir, you're finally back!"

Many people around also shed tears at this moment, with smiles on their faces.

During Wayne's absence, they felt like children abandoned by their father, utterly lost and bewildered.

Wayne looked around and immediately noticed that many people were injured.

The surrounding tents were also leaning to one side, and there were traces of charred tents on the ground not far away.

The street, which was once orderly under the control of the Saints, now has a Mexican restaurant on the corner that has been burned to the ground and closed down.

There was an air of decay throughout the street.

Wayne frowned and asked Mike, "Brother Mike, what exactly happened while I was gone?"

Mike gritted his teeth and said, "It's a new Latino gang that wanted to sell enhancement drugs on our streets—we had several clashes with them, but they didn't succeed and retreated to a nearby block—"

"But their boss said they absolutely had to get this street, because it had the most people—"

Wayne frowned and asked, "Are they from the Seta gang?"

In the surrounding neighborhoods, apart from the eradicated Jose gang, the only remaining Latino gang is the Ceta, controlled by Simon.

However, after the last "exorcism," Simon has been behaving quite respectfully and is unlikely to do anything like trying to seize territory while Wayne is away.

Mike shook his head, looking somewhat worried, and said, "It's the most powerful cartel in Mexico right now, called CJNG."

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