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Your skill, Bard Performance, has been improved (Intermediate 10% + 10%).

Your skill "Fellow Traveler" has been enhanced (Passive 50% + 10%).

"So, this person initially said they wanted to discuss religious issues with you, and then suddenly shot you, right?"

"It's like this, officer. If his gun hadn't jammed, I would have been killed." Wayne sat on the side of the street wrapped in a blanket, looking at the policeman holding a body camera, and said calmly, "I think this is blatant religious discrimination, no, this is religious persecution. Someone must be behind this."

Wayne did not tell the police any information about Old Joe, the man who hired the killer.

The police wouldn't care about a homeless man's revenge killing; in fact, it might alert the perpetrators.

Edward's body has been taken over by the police; after all, a shooting had occurred, and the tip-off fee would go to the police.

Officer Charlie, dressed in police uniform, looked at the white man in front of him and felt slightly intimidated.

The man in front of him had just survived an assassination attempt, and the assassin had committed suicide in front of him, yet he showed no panic whatsoever, nor even a significant emotional fluctuation.

It was frighteningly calm.

"That damn street lunatic who's had too many boosters..." Charlie cursed inwardly.

Charlie would never want to patrol such a run-down neighborhood as Chinatown if he had any other choice.

The environment here is filthy and chaotic, with many homeless people, and more importantly, there are many lunatics who have taken too much enhancement drug, making them practically a group of zombies.

While taking notes, he mumbled something perfunctorily:

"Yes, sir, we will investigate this carefully. Religious persecution is absolutely unforgivable... Your wound... Do you need me to call an ambulance for you?"

This was yet another place that chilled Charlie to the bone.

According to the people around, the man in front of them had been shot through the chest. Judging from the amount of bleeding, it was definitely a fatal injury. Yet, the man was sitting there as if nothing had happened.

Generally speaking, this effect can only be achieved by using multiple potent enhancement agents.

Sure enough, the person in front of him shook his head and replied:

"No need, it's just some superficial injuries."

"Damn drug addict..." Charlie cursed inwardly again, putting away his notebook and equipment, nodding and saying:

"Since that's the case, I've finished recording everything. If there's anything you've forgotten, you can call me or come to the police station and explain it to me in person."

Logically, in the event of a shooting like this, the person involved should at least be taken to the police station for questioning. However, there is really no need to delve into the feud between two homeless men.

It will only waste taxpayers' money.

What's more, the strange looks from the lower-class people around him made Charlie feel uneasy, and he just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

His partner had the same idea. After quickly having the body collectors take the homeless man's body away, he was already sitting in the driver's seat, banging on the car door and urging Charlie to hurry up and leave.

Even though they were fully armed police officers, they really didn't want to stay in such a dilapidated and chaotic neighborhood for long.

After all, why would you risk your life for just a few thousand yuan a month?

They can't even keep up with serving the wealthy people in those upscale communities.

The police car sped away with its lights flashing, taking only Edward's body with it, leaving Wayne sitting on the side of the street.

"Wayne, bro! What happened? What's going on?!"

A shout came from the other side of the street, accompanied by hurried footsteps. Mike was still wearing the supermarket employee apron.

He had just received a call from his uncle Raymond saying that Wayne was in trouble, so he rushed over immediately.

Seeing Wayne sitting on the street covered in blood, his eyes widened. He rushed to Wayne's side and shook him violently, saying:

"Brother, who?! Who killed you?! I will avenge you!"

Wayne grinned and said:

"Hey bro, I'm not dead yet. It's just some minor injuries, don't worry."

Mike then realized that although Wayne had a lot of blood on him, he hadn't suffered any fatal injuries.

Mike quickly gave Wayne a tight hug, let out a long sigh of relief, and said:

"Brother, I almost thought you... My uncle said you ran into a crazy guy who was randomly shooting..."

Just then, David came running up, holding a sign that read "FUCK TRUMP" and cursing as he spoke:

"Where is that bastard? I'm going to tear him to pieces!"

Hearing that the other party had committed suicide and that Wayne was not seriously injured, he angrily cursed a few more times.

They had long been aware of the chaos on the streets, but had always lived cautiously. Now, Wayne's danger had filled them with rage.

A helpless and frustrated anger.

The two decided on the spot that they would not go to work today, but would stay "at home" with Wayne to avoid any further problems.

Seeing that the three had finished exchanging pleasantries, old Billy cautiously approached Wayne and said:

"Master... sir, will you continue with the exorcism today?"

It was only then that Mike and David noticed that the dozens of people present, not only the patients waiting for exorcism, but even the homeless people watching the spectacle, were looking at Wayne with a distinctly different gaze.

In their eyes, there was something called... awe!

They weren't just looking at a doctor, but more like they were looking at a pastor, a priest.

No, even devout Christians wouldn't look at a pastor like that.

In those eyes, besides awe, there was even a hint of fanaticism...

What exactly happened?

Amidst the hopeful and expectant gazes of the crowd, Wayne nodded and said:

"Can……"

He then glanced at the blood-stained tent inside and continued:

"...But I'm going to get a different tent."

Inside David's tent, the bone jars, stained with blood and barely cleaned, were arranged, and Wayne continued his "exorcism" work.

Mike and David, along with old Billy, began to maintain order at the scene.

As Wayne began his exorcism ritual, most of the homeless people who had been watching dispersed, spreading the news of the miracle they had witnessed throughout the neighborhood.

Whether Wayne himself admits it or not, they only believe what they see with their own eyes.

Edward's bullet pierced Wayne's body, but the other man was almost unharmed. Instead, Edward, the madman who had taken too much of the enhancement drug, repented and committed suicide, even showing a relieved smile before his death.

A miracle! They absolutely witnessed a miracle today!

The voodoo medium named Wayne was likely a saint.

As for the connection between Voodoo and Christianity, the most widespread religion in America, they don't care; it must all be God's arrangement.

They witnessed a miracle.

After exorcising the evil spirits from fourteen people in one go, it was already noon.

Old Billy bowed respectfully to Wayne, then left, making it clear that he would come back to help the next day.

"Four thousand two hundred dollars! Almost there!" David cheered as he looked at the banknotes in front of him.

I don't know why, but today many patients gave more than the standard amount of two hundred yuan.

Adding to the $5,400 they had already earned, they now had a total of $9,600.

At this rate, accumulating $20,000 before the deadline shouldn't be a big problem.

The most crucial thing is that if Wayne can keep earning money like this, he will become incredibly wealthy, easily making 100,000 to 200,000 a month.

David thought about it with great interest.

Wayne then looked at his own panel:

【Class: Adventurer (Level 1, no class path selected)】

Titles: Royal Rebel (Greater chance to gain favor from dungeon streets); Voodoo Medium (85% effective against Voodoo followers); Saint (5% chance of obtaining a gold title)

Physical strength: 1.3/1.3

Intelligence: 1.2/1.3

Mental Power: 0.1/0.6

HP: 98/160

Experience points: 41/100

Free attribute points: 1

Skills: Bard Performance (Intermediate 20%); Familiarity in a Foreign Land (Passive 60%); Tactical Dagger Use (Specialist); Compound Making (Basic 70%); General Medicine (Specialist 5%); Soybean Cultivation (Intermediate)

Battle Pet: Wilderness Hound (Level 1, 50%)

Status: Minor injury not yet healed

Once a skill reaches the mastery level, each use can only increase its effectiveness by 1%. This makes sense, considering that the improvement a department head in a top-tier hospital gains from treating an ordinary patient is naturally less than the improvement a doctor in a rural township hospital gains.

After a day of exorcising evil spirits, although his remaining mental energy only allowed him to activate his general medical skills twice, he still accumulated sixty experience points.

He has already saved up another free attribute point!

Wayne hesitated for a moment.

Should I keep this one free attribute point to avoid encountering a near-death state again, or should I add it directly?

After all, there are indeed people who want to kill him...

After a moment's thought, he made his decision.

What he needs now is enough power, not to just lie low forever.

One free attribute point might be worth one shot, but what about two shots?

Becoming strong as quickly as possible is the key!

Without further hesitation, he added the free attribute point to his mental strength.

[Mental Strength: 0.1/0.6—1.1/1.6]!

In the next instant, Wayne felt his energy become incredibly abundant, his vision was illuminated by a layer of light, and even his hearing became much more acute.

A line of text suddenly appeared on the panel in front of me:

[All attributes have surpassed level 1 and upgraded to level 2. Shall we choose a career path?]