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"Waaah...waaah..." Old Joe, the bottle-wielding man, struggled desperately on the ground, whimpering as he watched the people around him twist his body wildly.

However, his hands and feet were bound with hard iron wire, making it impossible for him to break free.

He struggled a few more times, only to be met with two kicks from David, which finally calmed him down.

"You son of a bitch, you're the one who secretly plotted to kill my brother? Heh, guess what? I'll skin you alive!" David roared.

Wayne completely ignored the person he had been searching for for days and instead looked at the two sofas.

David immediately picked up the dagger and slashed open a sofa cushion.

A human figure, completely wrapped in a white sheet, was revealed.

Then came another sofa, from which two human figures appeared and rolled off.

David pulled out a small knife, stepped forward, and cut open the sheet covering the face of a humanoid figure. Seeing the tattoos revealed on the somewhat familiar face, he couldn't help but curse.

"Damn it, do these Seta bastards treat people like rag dolls?!"

It was the body of Tattooed Dick.

Judging from his wide-open mouth, bulging eyes, and several holes drilled into his forehead, he must have suffered greatly before he died.

David then cut open the other two bodies wrapped in sheets, revealing two familiar faces inside.

The man with the gold teeth and the man in the vest.

Compared to the wildly imaginative Tattooed Dick, the two of them looked much more peaceful, with only white foam at the corners of their mouths and wide-eyed stares.

There were also countless needle marks on his neck.

They died from being injected with an excessive dose of the enhancer OD.

It wasn't that painful.

David pried open the gold-toothed man's mouth and said:

"His three gold teeth are still there..."

"I heard from a former FBI agent in the march about the internal execution methods of South American drug lords. Overdosing on OD is considered the most merciful way to die."

Based on what Carlos said on the phone, Simon clearly believes that the three members of Tattooed Dick had previously offended Wayne.

This is an unforgivable sin.

These three were considered to be Juan's close associates, so this was a good opportunity to get rid of them without even needing to find a reason.

It can also be given to Wayne as a favor.

Wayne's face was grim as he once again felt the cold-bloodedness and cruelty of these drug lords.

His previous judgment was entirely correct. To think that one could completely control the other party with just one "spiritual communication" was basically wishful thinking and a case of trying to get something out of a tiger.

Looking at the three corpses on the ground, Mike also felt his blood tighten.

Although he had clashed with the three men, including Tattooed Dick, several times before, and had even been verbally abused and beaten by them, he never intended to torture and kill them.

After all, we haven't reached that point yet.

Moreover, the three of them were quite respectful to Wayne afterward, and their attitude improved considerably.

Unexpectedly, in just half a day, they were delivered in a sofa.

Wayne sighed, stepped forward, and gently covered the gold-toothed man's eyes, saying:

Rest in peace.

You have acquired the skill: Leaf Processing (Intermediate)

Wayne sighed again, reached out and touched the man in the vest's eyes, saying:

May there be no enhancers in Heaven.

You have acquired the skill: Street Kidnapping (Beginner)

He then touched up the tattooed Dick's eyes, but this time, there was no prompt to pick up any skills.

Clearly, the drill damaged Tattooed Dick's brain.

If the brain is damaged, skills cannot be retained within 24 hours.

Wayne frowned and shook his head, saying:

"Such a brutal method is unjust... May you rest in peace..."

That would be too wasteful.

Seeing Wayne so grief-stricken, even personally closing the eyes of the madmen who had offended him and offering them his final blessings, Old Will and the others were all moved to tears.

Old Will said in a trembling voice:

"Sir, the righteousness you have shown is beyond the reach of these wicked people who have turned their backs on God. Please do not grieve too much because of this; they do not deserve your grace..."

Old Will always had an extremely strong sense of the sacred.

In his view, Wayne was a righteous man of the world, a prophet of the present age, and a true saint.

He himself was a follower of the saints, just like the squires of St. Paul, and could also enter heaven.

This is so...

As they were talking, Wayne pulled out a dagger and cut open the outer skin of the other two sofas, from which four corpses immediately rolled out.

Long tongues protruded from their throats.

Big Daddy's tongue was unusually long, and his face, already covered in scars, still seemed to carry the resentment he felt before his death.

"This...this..." Old Will was dumbfounded, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Then Wayne stepped forward, grabbed a corpse's tongue, and sliced ​​it off with a dagger like cutting a sausage.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth...

This scene left everyone present stunned and speechless. Mike and David were both completely bewildered.

"Sir, what... what is going on?" Old Will murmured. Why were there four more corpses emerging from these two sofas?

Moreover, judging from the distinctive gang tattoos on the four corpses, they were clearly members of a Latin American gang.

The tattoo on the man with the scar on his face seemed to indicate that he held a very high position within the Latino gang.

Why did the saint cut off their tongues?

Is this also a righteous act?

Then he suddenly seemed to realize something, recalling a few passages from the scriptures, and murmured:

"Slippery lips and boastful tongues must be cut off... The mouth of the righteous produces wisdom, and the perverse tongue must be cut off..."

"I understand, this is your punishment for those wicked people, given on behalf of God!"

The onlookers all suddenly realized what was happening.

They understood from the beginning that everything the saints did was for a reason.

However, they did not understand the deeper meaning behind all of this as thoroughly as old Will.

Looking at old Will, who was constantly reciting scriptures, Wayne nodded slightly, his face showing approval. Holding the four long tongues as if they were four bright red ties, he said with a compassionate expression:

"God said, 'The perverse tongue shall be broken down with four nails and a hammer.'"

Old Will immediately fetched a hammer and respectfully handed it to Saint Wayne.

These hammers were found in a garbage dump in this alley.

It is a relic from the 19th century.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wayne pinned the four long, tie-like tongues to the wall behind him, forming a red cross.

Just as all four tongues were nailed in place, a line of text flashed before Wayne's eyes:

[The Sanctuary Relics have sensed the clamor of the Spirit Tongue. This is the Tongue of the Sinner. You have taken the first step in building the Sanctuary.]

Wayne's breathing quickened for a moment. He quickly took out the tattered Taiping Heavenly Kingdom flag from his pocket, unfurled it completely, and nailed it to the wall amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd.

Right above those four tongues.

[You have unfolded the Sanctuary Relic; the suppressed spirit tongue has begun its work.]

[The Lick of the Tongue: A noisy tongue licks the eavesdropper's ears; no one can hear anything inside the sanctuary unless they enter.]

After doing all this, Wayne threw the hammer on the ground, sat cross-legged on the mat, looked at Old Joe, whose face was full of terror and bruises, and said calmly:

"Let's begin."