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As the man spoke, he lifted his feet, clad in patterned leather shoes, and casually placed them on the dining table. He leaned back in his wicker chair, looking at Wayne with an arrogant expression, and raised his right hand.

One of his men immediately took out a cigar, cut it in half, placed it on the man's finger, and then lit it.

The man took a puff of his cigar, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and a smug smile spread across his face. His eyes were fixed on Wayne as he said:

"You saw Juan? He's an arrogant fool."

"It was because of his stupidity that we lost three shipments in a row. It was because of his stupidity that Alejandro and his entire family of five died... Oh, poor little Alejandro, I was even his godfather..."

"So, the higher-ups sent me here to check out what the hell is going on in Seattle."

Wayne nodded slightly.

Big Daddy Juan is nothing more than a small suction cup on the vast tentacles of the entire Zeta Group.

After so many years of development, the Zeta Group is no longer limited to Mexico, but has formed its own network all over the world.

Of course, their base of operations remains Mexico.

However, since there is an organization, there are people, and with people come internal power struggles.

Clearly, the man with the hooked nose in front of them was from another faction within the Zeta Group that was hostile to Juan.

They seized upon Juan's repeated lapses in judgment and completely eliminated him.

And the business in the Seattle area, or rather, the entire business chain radiating from Seattle to other parts of the United States, all fell into the hands of this hook-nosed man.

The man with the hooked nose seemed to be getting tired of talking. He snapped his fingers, and a waiter next to him, with a towel draped over his arm and a bottle of whiskey in his hand, immediately poured him a glass of whiskey.

The man held a square wine glass up to the sunlight, gazing at the golden liquid, and said seemingly casually:

"They say you were here when Juan was purging the traitors... They say you're a voodoo medium."

"Unlike a fool like Juan, I've never believed in psychic abilities, but I'm very interested in you... because..."

Before the man could finish his sentence, a faint voice suddenly rang out:

"Because your father was also a voodoo medium, but you don't seem to respect him much, do you, Simon?"

The hook-nosed man named Simon suddenly widened his eyes and sat up abruptly, like a hyena whose tail had been stepped on.

He leaned forward, staring coldly at the indifferent-looking homeless man before him, and said:

"How...how did you know?"

Upon seeing this, all three of them, including Tattooed Dick, turned pale with fright, trembled all over, and almost collapsed to their knees to beg for mercy.

In the past few days, they had already experienced firsthand the ruthlessness of this boss, Simon, who came from the Mexican headquarters.

Especially their cruelty towards their own people.

Although Juan, the original "big daddy," was equally ruthless, he generally wouldn't do anything if you respected him enough and didn't cross his bottom line.

He even tends to be quite protective of his own subordinates in many situations.

He's more like an old-fashioned godfather.

Simon, on the other hand, is far more capricious than Juan.

Perhaps in an effort to establish authority, more than a dozen members of this branch of the Seta Group in Seattle have been purged in the past few days.

They all used extremely brutal methods, exposing the corpses in the street to establish their authority.

Big Daddy Juan died the most tragically, remaining dead for a full day and night...

If Tattooed Dick had known that Wayne would be so disrespectful and talk nonsense, he would never have taken on the job of leading people.

Wayne, seemingly unaffected, strolled casually to the table, pulled out a chair, sat down, and looked calmly at Simon before him, slowly saying:

"Of course I know that. It's something a psychic should know, isn't it?"

Simon Cervantes, the two-headed cannibal leader nicknamed "The Shredder," hails from the Seta tribe in Mexico. He is a believer in the Bondiye and God. His biological father, Ruben Cervantes, was a voodoo medium who was executed by the Sinaloa tribe for a failed divination. Before dying, Ruben told Simon not to shed tears. Poor young Simon developed a hatred for mediums and became obsessed with testing. Due to the trauma of his childhood, he suffered from neurological headaches and severe sleep deprivation.

Seeing Wayne's outrageous behavior, one of Simon's assistants stepped forward to drag Wayne down.

Simon reached out to stop the other person's movement, a maniacal smile slowly spreading across his grim face before returning to calm:

"Very good, you... are very interesting."

He stood up, stared into Wayne's eyes, slowly walked to Wayne, looked down at him, and then said:

"They told me that you identified David and Miguel in front of Juan, saying they were DEA informants, and that you exposed Matteo's scheme to frame Alejandro..."

"That idiot Juan actually thought everything you did was because of some kind of psychic... He doesn't understand at all that there's no such thing as psychic powers in this world, you're just a DEA agent!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several armed men standing around him simultaneously put their hands on their guns, ready to draw their weapons and shoot Wayne, who was sitting in the chair.

Wayne, seemingly oblivious to the armed men poised to draw their guns, shook his head, looked at Simon, and said with a sorrowful expression:

"Oh, Cervantes, how can you say that? Have you betrayed Bondie? Do you believe psychic abilities don't exist? Poor Ruben, he'll be heartbroken... He wasn't even this heartbroken when the Sinaloa Cartel killed him..."

A flicker of panic flashed across Simon Cervantes's previously assertive gaze, before he angrily rebuked:

"You bastard, you're not allowed to mention his name! Where did you get that information...? Kill him, kill him!"

When he was a child, his father, Ruben Cervantes, was murdered by the Sinaloa Cartel in front of him. After that, he lived on the streets, starting as a pickpocket, then selling drugs, working as a drug mule, and eventually joining the Seta Cartel, working his way up to where he is today.

Within the Sita Group, everyone only knew that he was an orphan. No one else knew his past, his father's name, or that his father was a voodoo medium killed by the Sinaloa Group!

Wayne's words seemed to pierce the deepest secret in his heart in an instant, leaving him panicked and unable to control himself.

It was as if, in an instant, he went from being a drug lord with the power of life and death to returning to his childhood, filled with panic and anxiety on the streets, becoming that little boy who dared not shed a tear of sorrow even when his own father died before his eyes.

This is something he absolutely cannot tolerate!

Just as he broke through his defenses, before his men could even raise their guns, the seemingly weak and powerless man named Wayne suddenly moved!

The other person's hand left a blur in an instant. Simon didn't even see the other person's movements before a palm-sized revolver was pressed against his mouth!

The salty taste of metal from the muzzle and the smell of gunpowder instantly calmed Simon down.

Wayne, gun in hand, eyes filled with pity, said calmly:

"Simon, my good boy, can you feel Ruben's sorrow? His soul is in pain. Even though they took his eyes out, he is still searching for you. He still loves you."

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(I'm aiming for the new book charts again tonight, God above, everyone please help me!)