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"See me?" Wayne narrowed his eyes and said, "I don't have much of a relationship with Big Daddy Juan."

Behind Tattooed Dick, the gold-toothed man, who was already quite familiar with Wayne, frowned and said with a bitter expression:

"Mr. Wayne, we understand that our relationship is purely based on debt, but the boss says he wants to see you, so we'll have to trouble you to come with us... Of course, you'd better bring your money."

As he spoke, the man with the gold teeth subtly placed his hand on his waist, though his face showed a helpless expression.

The man in the vest standing nearby also offered advice:

"Mr. Wayne, you'll have to come with us. It's the boss's order."

Although their words were relatively soft and mainly aimed at persuasion, their actions were quite decisive, showing a strong stance that they would use force if Wayne didn't leave.

"Sir, you can't go with them! They're a bunch of monsters who eat people alive!" Old Will shouted, blocking Wayne's path, and raised his gun again.

But in that instant, he suddenly realized that his hands were empty.

Where's my gun?!

Wayne stopped old Will and old Billy, patted them on the shoulder and said:

"Don't be nervous. Mr. Juan probably has something he wants to talk to me about. You two go back first... Will, tell David to get things ready and wait for me to come back."

"But..." Old Will looked worried, but Wayne's firm gaze stopped him.

Tattooed Dick breathed a sigh of relief; it was best if Wayne could go with them willingly.

He was also extremely shocked at this moment. In just a few days, Wayne had actually gained several loyal subordinates.

Although the two young black men didn't come, the fanaticism in the eyes of these two old men was truly frightening, especially since one of them was holding a revolver like a madman.

Generally speaking, he never argues with people who are mentally heightened by excessive drug use; these two old men seem to have taken quite a few stimulants.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wayne got back into the passenger seat of the pickup truck.

Tattooed Dick quickly started the engine and drove Wayne toward the block they occupied.

Watching the Seita Group's pickup trucks speed away, old Billy said helplessly:

"What do we do? What do we do? They...they've taken the master away!"

Old Will gritted his teeth and said:

"I'm going to tell Mike and David... Where's my gun? Where did my gun go?! Have you seen my gun?!"

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Inside the pickup truck, Tattooed Dick vaguely felt that Wayne, the man beside him, was someone he couldn't understand at all.

The last time they came to arrest him, he was just an ordinary homeless man with two black buddies.

Moreover, he looked sickly, as if he might die suddenly at any moment.

And now, in just a few days, a long line has formed in front of the other side's tent, and judging from the way those people look, they are all filled with reverence for Wayne.

What exactly happened these past few days? Could the other person really be a medium with magical powers?

Tattooed Dick drove while stealing glances at Wayne, looking completely distracted.

Wayne looked at the street scene as he walked.

The familiar street scene: folded people, scantily clad streetwalkers, and hurried poor people.

The only difference from last time is that his mindset has undergone a huge change.

I was no longer so at a loss, but much calmer and more composed.

The surrounding streetscape became increasingly dilapidated. After many twists and turns, we finally arrived at the run-down neighborhood where Uncle Juan was based.

Armed gang members laid down a metal plate at the damaged intersection, and then the pickup truck drove into the slum.

However, unlike when Wayne last came, there were many children playing and frolicking by the roadside. This time, all the dilapidated houses by the roadside had their doors tightly closed, and there were hardly any people outside.

Wayne narrowed his eyes.

The Seita Group is in trouble...

After driving down a street, the car arrived once again at the same large house with a beautiful yard that we had visited before.

At the street corner a few dozen meters from the house, Tattooed Dick parked his car on the side of the road, then got out and carefully closed the door, as if afraid of making too much noise.

Then, with Wayne escorted by the gold-toothed man and the vest-wearing man, they headed towards the house.

From a distance, the five sugar-coated apples that Wayne had taken from the trees outside the house had been replaced with other decorations.

Four people wearing red ties were hanging from a tree, swaying in the cold winter wind.

It's like swinging on a swing.

Wayne said calmly:

"Mr. Juan is still as romantic as ever."

The three men, including Tattooed Dick, exchanged glances, shuddered, and then gave each other wry smiles.

Soon, they had walked over.

Wayne then discovered that all four people who were hanging had a hole cut in their trachea.

What was floating in front of them wasn't a tie at all, but their tongues that had been pulled out!

Even more unexpectedly, the second person from the left among the four had a long scar on his face that looked incredibly familiar.

It's none other than Juan, the eldest father!

At this moment, Juan, the eldest father, had his eyes closed, his body covered in wounds, and a piece of his face was torn off, clearly indicating that he had suffered inhuman abuse before his death.

Wayne turned to look at Tattooed Dick.

The other party gave a wry smile and explained in a low voice:

"This is a form of torture in Zeta, where a hole is made in the trachea and the tongue is pulled out. After a person dies, the muscles relax, and the tongue will stretch out very long, which is called... the Columbia Tie."

Wayne nodded and didn't ask why it was Big Daddy Juan hanging there.

This small local branch of the Setta Group has clearly undergone a bloody purge.

The newcomer has taken over, while Juan, the old-timer, has been sent to the trees.

They had now reached the base of the tree.

You have discovered a special dark artifact material: Spirit Tongue.

Wayne raised an eyebrow.

Among the materials needed to build a bronze-level shelter is the Spirit Tongue.

He was wondering what this thing was last night, but he never expected to encounter it today.

[Bard Performance], activate!

Soon, Wayne had entered the familiar courtyard.

The layout of the yard is completely different from when Uncle Juan was in power.

Even in the open air, the ground in the courtyard is covered with a thick, fiery red carpet, decorated with patterns of famous historical and religious stories.

Directly opposite the entrance is Repin's "Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan the Terrible".

Several armed men carrying assault rifles and submachine guns were scattered around. They were all wearing baklava hats and goggles, and were dressed in armed uniforms, appearing to be very well-trained.

Upon seeing Tattooed Dick bring Wayne in, the bodyguards guarding the door stepped forward to search Wayne and disarm him.

Tattooed Dick shrugged and said:

"He is very clean."

A person protected by an old man with a revolver is not a threat.

Upon hearing this, the bodyguard gestured for them to go inside.

In the center of the courtyard, a long dining table was set on a carpet, where a man with slicked-back hair and wearing a white suit was eating heartily.

This is a Latin American man in his thirties with curly hair, a square jaw and a hooked nose. His face is somewhat handsome, but his eyes are sinister, and he has extremely dark circles under his eyes, as if he hasn't slept for more than ten days.

On his plate was a steak that was barely cooked through, now splattered with blood, his face covered in it as he ate.

"Boss, I've brought him." Tattooed Dick said humbly and cautiously.

A man who looked like an assistant whispered a few words in the hook-nosed man's ear.

The other person stopped swallowing, put down their knife and fork, wiped the blood from their mouth with a snow-white napkin, grinned sinisterly, and said:

"Mr. Wayne? I need you to perform a psychic ritual for me."