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"Someone reported that you are distributing food without a health permit and that the hygiene standards are not met. Do you have food worker certificates here?" the man asked, frowning.

Wayne shook his head calmly and said:

"This is just a dinner party among friends; no food worker's certificate is required."

The leading man frowned and said:

"If you don't have a health permit, a food worker's certificate, or have not registered with the government, this is a serious violation. You must stop immediately, the equipment will be confiscated, and you will be fined."

A female staff member standing nearby said:

"Griffin, this gentleman's cooking is considered homemade food, so even if he has a health permit and a food worker's license, it's still not acceptable..."

"Unless they have registered their information as a nonprofit organization, which would allow them to distribute food under the First Amendment, but that would still require a license."

Old Will, standing to the side, was furious and shouted:

"You high and mighty people, when someone is starving to death, do you need to check the rescuer's health permit before accepting their help? Do the rescuers need to get a food worker's license?!"

Many people in line also protested loudly at this time:

"Ridiculous! It's a complete joke!"

"Mr. Wayne is a saint, and you dare to question the Holy Communion distributed by a saint?"

"Did Jesus Christ need a health permit when he distributed the five loaves and two fish to thousands of believers? Did he need to get a food worker's license?!"

"Despicable! Who reported this? I want to tear that despicable guy to pieces!"

As they spoke, the crowd naturally gathered around them.

In their desperate lives, they received help from Wayne, and many of them had even been healed by Wayne before. Now, after eating and drinking their fill, their emotions surged.

If Wayne gives the order, everyone will definitely dare to beat up these public health officials.

Old Will, watching from the side, was filled with excitement.

Several clashes also broke out on this street a few days after Wayne went to jail.

It was only because Wayne was not there that only the core fanatics of the Saints' Gang dared to fight and charge; most others scattered like birds and beasts, much to Old Will's disappointment.

Now, with the return of the saints, this street has regained its core!

Yes, how could the Saints' Gang not have saints...?

"Hey, calm down! Ladies and gentlemen, calm down!"

The team leader, named Griffin, reached for his waist, his eyes filled with panic, and shouted.

They've handled many similar cases; usually, they just confiscate the equipment and have the other party pay a fine, and that's it.

After all, it was just an ordinary food distribution point.

There are more food distribution points in Seattle.

If not this one, there will be another.

However, the behavior of these people receiving relief this time seems to be completely different from before!

He turned to Wayne and said quickly, his face tense:

"Sir, please don't misunderstand. This isn't directed at you personally. Anyone distributing food must have a health permit... and you should be glad it's just us..."

"If the Public Utilities Department or the Seattle Department of Transportation also gets involved, it won't just be a matter of fines; it will involve unlicensed operation, obstructing traffic, and operating beyond permitted hours..."

"Public space management inspectors and right-of-way inspectors have the right to call the police to arrest you at any time..."

Wayne raised his hand, and the crowd that was approaching the law enforcement officers instantly stopped in their tracks, becoming completely submissive.

He then smiled and said:

"Griffin, my friend, the Public Utilities Bureau has been here before."

They should say they've been here before. (Note: Chapter 56)

However, under Wayne's powerful box intimidation, they were immediately intimidated and driven away.

This is probably why they didn't show up this time.

"I think you've misunderstood. This isn't about distributing supplies; it's just a meal with friends. Everyone you see on this street is my friend. We're just having a meal and chatting."

Wayne said calmly.

Griffin looked at the men and women standing in the long line; there were homeless people, residents of the lower classes, and even some faces from the Middle East.

Black people, white people, Asian people, and Latino people—these people clearly came to line up for welfare. Wayne's talk of a friends' gathering is utter nonsense.

Griffin frowned and said:

"Sir, are you saying that all these hundreds of people here are your friends? While I can see that you are a respectable street person, that doesn't mean you can insult my intelligence..."

"I can choose not to call the police or issue a fine, but you must stop what you are doing now, and these items need to be confiscated."

Wayne said calmly:

"Griffin, don't worry, you might not know, but I enjoy making friends..."

As he spoke, Wayne casually walked up to one of the people in line, patted him on the shoulder, and said:

"Frederick, my friend, you need to eat more, and take some back for the children later."

The person in line shuddered, then murmured:

"Thank you, Saint... Good heavens, you..."

As he spoke, he pulled a driver's license from his pocket, showed it to the crowd around him, and said with a mixture of excitement and shock:

"I am Frederick, and I have a son, it's me!"

As he spoke, Wayne casually walked over to a teenager, straightened his collar, and said with a faint smile:

"Emil, go to class after you finish eating. Skipping class is never a good thing."

Emil gave Wayne a playful salute and said:

"Yes, Mr. Wayne! I knew it! They were telling the truth; you are an all-knowing prophet!"

As he spoke,

He also pulled out an identification card from the community primary school, with his name written on it.

"And Rachel, darling, you should drink more hot soup for your chronic stomach pain."

"Donia, have a taste, girl. How does it compare to the Russian stew from back home?"

"Oh, Matthew, Matthew, I know you used to be a chef, so please be lenient with my taste."

"Mr. Felix, sir, I'll pack one for your bedridden son..."

Wayne strolled leisurely through the crowd, patting one person and greeting another, looking completely relaxed and at ease.

It felt like a party held in your own backyard, with all your friends in attendance.

Those whose names were called or whose shoulders were patted by him were initially shocked and incredulous, then proudly pulled out something from their bodies to prove their identity.

It could be a driver's license, a work ID, or a social media account on your phone.

It is the greatest honor for them to be called by name and touched by saints.

Not to mention, everything Wayne did felt like a miracle to them.

Most of these people were visiting this street for the first time and seeing Wayne for the first time.

The homeless and lower-class residents who had long frequented this street naturally understood that these unfamiliar faces were here for the first time, and that what Wayne was demonstrating was the prophet's miracle.

However, they already knew the saints' miraculous abilities, and at this moment, in addition to being moved, they also felt a proud sense of honor.

These are our saints!

I am honored to be a part of it!

After greeting more than a dozen people, Wayne then spoke to someone at the back of the line in the distance:

"Ryan, my friend, you can switch to a shorter team. We have four pots."

The man trembled, quickly pulled out a driver's license, and shouted:

"My God...it's Ryan! It's Ryan! My God! Saint, thank you!"

Wayne then looked at the group of law enforcement officers from the King County Department of Public Health standing to the side and asked calmly:

"Is this now a gathering of friends?"

Griffin was stunned by what he had just witnessed and was speechless for a moment.

If these hundreds of people were cooperating with Wayne in this charade, where did those credentials come from?

If this is magic, it's fucking amazing.

Now You See Me?

Just then, the female deputy beside her whispered into her phone:

"Hey Griffin, I think you should check out this video on TikTok... It just happened this morning..."

Griffin immediately looked down at his phone screen.

This is a video with only a few hundred likes; it looks quite ordinary.

The photo shows the entrance to the King County High Court, where hundreds of people are standing on the steps, seemingly waiting for something.

Just as Griffin was wondering, a familiar figure walked out of the courthouse; it was Wayne.

Immediately afterwards, Wayne slowly walked down the steps, and the hundreds of people, their faces full of piety and excitement, knelt down to pray as he approached.

As Wayne walked along, he calmly touched the heads of the crowd, and the crowd parted to make way for him, like a docile flock of sheep.

This scene was so horrifying that Griffin couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath:

"Fuck!"

When he looked up again, his face was full of smiles, and he quickly said:

"Mr. Wayne, I'm sorry, I think there must be some misunderstanding. I'm very sorry to have disturbed your gathering with your friends. I hope it hasn't affected your mood. We'll leave now...back off!"

Wayne said calmly:

"It's okay, Griffin, you owe me one, but I think we're friends now."

Griffin's face was beaming with a standard American smile as he repeatedly said:

"It is truly my honor."

As he spoke, he and several colleagues scrambled into the car, then started the engine and sped away.

Seeing Griffin and the others flee in disarray, the crowd cheered once again.

The meal service continued until nightfall. When all the meat for the day was used up, Wayne finally ladled himself a bowl of broth, grabbed a flatbread, and sat by the roadside to eat it slowly.

Mike and David sat beside him, eating and watching the peaceful street.

Mike couldn't help but sigh:

Mike couldn't help but sigh:

"Brother Wayne, it's so good to have you back. This street is peaceful again..."

The once chaotic neighborhood returned to calm the moment Wayne returned.

This is the power of saints.

It's just that this peace and tranquility is too expensive.

I've already spent several thousand today.

Wayne finished the last sip of soup, stood up, clapped his hands, and said:

"Come on, bro, you need to come with me somewhere."

David paused, chewing the last bite of his biscuit, and asked:

"Brother Wayne, are you finally going to take us to see Heaven? To the place you came from? Actually, I've always wondered, is Heaven the same for white people and black people?"

Wayne laughed and cursed:

"You black devil, you think you can get into heaven without experiencing the hardships of this world?"

Mike, having pieced together what Wayne had said during the day, vaguely guessed something and asked excitedly:

"Are we going to some shop to pick up something? To be honest, I think that antique dealer has quite a few good things..."

Wayne shook his head and said calmly:

"We're going to dig up a treasure... the Jose gang's treasure."

[You intimidated the Dark Court enforcers, averting conflict and punishment. Experience points +3]

Your title, Royal Rebel, has been increased (14% + 1%).