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You have encountered a deranged, berserk orc who harbors inexplicable hatred towards you.

The cold muzzle of the gun was suddenly pointed at Wayne. At that moment, the tent flap was lifted, and everyone in line outside saw what was happening inside the tent, causing a burst of gasps!

The other person's hand holding the gun was trembling, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was muttering:

"Heretics, damn it... damn heretics... I'll kill you... give me the money... give me the money..."

"Woof! Woof!" The puppy Wick rushed towards the man, but was stopped by Wayne's stern shout.

Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun in front of him, Wayne felt his blood turn cold instantly. When facing death head-on, the fear that comes from biological instinct is something that no amount of mentality can solve!

[Bard Performance] Initiated!

[General Practice] Launched!

[Old Friends in a Foreign Land] Launched!

[Tactical Dagger Use] Activated!

Almost instantly, Wayne activated all his skills, stealthily reaching for the dagger beside him while quickly accessing the brief information about the man before him on the panel, saying:

"Brother, don't be impulsive, you must be in some kind of trouble..."

Edward, a mentally unstable and deranged orc from a rural orc tribe in Texas, was once a devout Christian. Raised by a single father, he was nicknamed Little Red Horse. After his father's death, he became addicted to alcohol and enhancement drugs, turning him into a wandering orc. He accepted $20 from Old Joe the Bottle to commit murder.

Hiring a killer? Someone wants to kill me!

Wayne felt a chill run down his spine.

At the same time, Wayne could feel that his pierced chest, his punctured lungs and muscles, and even his bones were all repaired in that instant, leaving only some external skin and flesh wounds!

This is practically a life-saving attribute point!

The near-death state was instantly restored, and the patient was even in a better state than before the injury.

However, the danger was not over yet; the other man's revolver was still pointed at him, and there were clearly still bullets in the magazine.

Wayne remained impassive, the blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth, feigning a severe injury and imminent death. He gripped the dagger in one hand, his face displaying a look of pity, and slowly said:

"Edward, little red horse, what happened to you?"

Edward, the homeless man who had been trembling with rage and a ferocious expression while holding the gun, paused, staring at Wayne and muttering:

How did you know...?

Only his father knew this nickname, and only his father would call him Little Red Horse.

"The grass in Texas has turned yellow. Do you remember when you were little, I took you hunting on horseback? Do you remember those rabbits? Forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye... My illness... It's all God's will..."

Wayne spoke slowly, his eyes like those of a loving father looking at his child.

Although we don’t know what Edward went through as a child, since he is a redneck from Texas and has the nickname Little Red Horse, he must have ridden horses and hunted with his father when he was a child. This is basically a standard experience for rednecks in the South.

Sure enough, upon hearing Wayne's words, Edward, who was delirious from the drugs and excitement, trembled all over, tears welling in his eyes. He slowly lowered the gun in his hand and said to Wayne:

"Father...Father...They took our farm...The price of soybeans was too low...It all turned into debt...I'm bankrupt..."

Wayne sighed, spat out another mouthful of blood, and then said:

"Daddy's little red horse, poor child, you must have suffered a lot coming from Texas to Seattle, right? God bless you, you've always been a kind child, it was alcohol and drugs that ruined you... Daddy has always missed you..."

"Now, little red horse, put down the gun in your hand and pray to God. God will forgive you..."

As he spoke, Wayne's breathing became rapid, and another mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, staining his clothes bright red. He looked as if he were about to die at any moment, yet he wore a compassionate smile and reached out his hand to Edward in front of him.

Edward, whose eyes were bloodshot, saw not some heretic, but his father. He had shot his father with his own hands, killing him once again in front of him!

Looking at that compassionate smile, Edward felt everything spin. A frenzied and chaotic emotion overwhelmed his mind, making it too much for his drug-induced brain to handle. He cried out in anguish:

"God! What have I done?!"

He then abruptly raised the gun in his hand, pointed it at his chest, and pulled the trigger.

Wayne hurriedly reached out to stop him, but it was too late.

"Bang!"

Blood spurted out, spraying all over the tent, and Edward collapsed to the ground.

The moment the gunshot rang out, the people who were already lying on the ground outside lowered their bodies again. Only after seeing Edward fall to the ground did they all stand up.

They could see Edward lying on the ground inside the tent, while the voodoo medium sat there motionless, clearly having met with misfortune.

Some patients who came for treatment couldn't help but cry; the glimmer of hope they had just seen vanished once again.

It was wiped out by a single bullet.

Old Billy arrived hastily with a black man carrying a gun, only to find he was too late, and he cried out in despair:

"Bondiye! Why! Why is this happening!?"

Just then, everyone suddenly gasped in surprise again.

Then, to their disbelief, the voodoo medium, who had been shot in the chest and was clearly doomed, actually stood up, picked up the gunman Edward's body, and walked out of the tent!

"I'm sorry... I... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have shot you..." Edward murmured in Wayne's arms.

In the final moments of his life, he became incredibly lucid, finally breaking free from the control of the drugs and realizing the terrible mistakes he had made.

He was also filled with gratitude to be able to see his father's face at the end of his life.

"Thank you... thank you so much..." Edward said sincerely to Wayne, "Thank you for letting me see him... cough cough... now, I'm returning to the Lord's embrace, I'm going to see my... father... now..."

After uttering those words, his pupils dilated rapidly, his head slumped down, and he breathed his last in Wayne's arms.

The sun had just risen, and Wayne's silhouette seemed to be gilded in the morning light.

A brilliant sunrise, chaotic streets, a repentant gunman, a bloodstained Wayne, a compassionate expression, and a hunting dog at his feet.

Upon witnessing this scene, old Billy involuntarily knelt down, murmuring in worship:

"A saint, he is a saint!"

Inspired by their surroundings and spurred on by old Billy, the dozen or so patients in line, along with some homeless onlookers, all knelt before Wayne, calling out the names of saints or God.

Only Wayne stood there, holding the corpse, standing tall in the morning breeze.

The sound of engines grew louder as they approached, accompanied by the blaring of sirens.

You have acquired the skill "Soybean Planting (Intermediate)".