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Seeing the wine bottle, Old Joe looked bewildered. Mike angrily shouted:

"Stop playing dumb, you fucking racist son of a bitch and sodomite! You bribed that son of a bitch Jimmy to hire a fucking racist cop who almost killed us!"

"If it weren't for the Wayne brothers, David and I would be dead in our car right now because of that fucking illegal resistance to arrest, becoming corpses sold by the King County Sheriff's Department, and we wouldn't even make the King County news!"

Hearing this, Old Joe, the wine bottle, was even more bewildered and quickly said:

"I don't know... I really don't know anything about Officer Jimmy... The police are cracking down hard on MS-13 right now."

"Last year, the Seattle police did a fucking 'Operation Deep in the Valley,' arresting 33 members of the Jose gang, all of whom were deported to El Salvador. The Jose gang would never cooperate with the police..."

David glared and cursed angrily:

"You damned plantation overseer, you better not try anything funny!"

Mike frowned and looked at Wayne, saying:

"Bro, could there be someone else behind Jimmy? If so..."

Wayne looked at the information about Old Joe on the panel, and indeed there was no mention of cooperating with the police.

The other party was not lying.

Besides Steve from that shady clinic, there was a second person lurking in the shadows...

Wayne felt as if he were walking through a dark, misty forest, with countless malicious eyes watching him from within.

Walking on thin ice.

Perhaps this is the truest state of mind for everyone in America.

This is a jungle where the strong prey on the weak. Once you show weakness, you will be pounced on by the lurking beasts and torn to shreds.

Apart from the very top small group of wealthy individuals, everyone else has a hungry tiger relentlessly chasing after them.

Old Joe the Bottle and Officer Jimmy belong to two different forces...

Wayne then looked at Old Joe, the wine bottle, and said gently:

"Please make a phone call for me, call Mr. Steve, and tell him that you want to buy a new batch of goods and arrange a meeting place with him."

Old Joe, looking frightened, shook his head and said:

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't have Mr. Steve's phone number either. I always go to his clinic in person to buy goods or collect payment..."

Wayne shook his head slightly and said:

You've disappointed me.

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Will and the others immediately looked toward Old Joe with the bottle.

Although the other party did not show any anger at all and only said such a short sentence, Old Joe felt his heart was instantly gripped by fear, as if his heart had been crushed.

His eyes widened as he racked his brains, sweat pouring down his face. Then, suddenly, something occurred to him, and he quickly said:

"His fucking! His social media! And TikTok!"

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Old Joe's mind became exceptionally sharp, and he quickly said:

"Steve really enjoys using TikTok, making short videos, and tweeting about his life...maybe you can contact him through there."

"I followed his account on my phone, and sometimes he would send me suggestive videos, urging me to pick up the goods..."

After saying this, seeing that no one made any further move, Old Joe, with his limbs bound, quickly crawled toward Wayne and pleaded:

"Sir, I know you are a saint, a righteous man of this world. I was tempted by the devil and did unjust things to you. I repent to you and beg for your forgiveness. I only ask that you have mercy on me, this lost lamb, and forgive my sins. From now on, I will definitely repent and follow your teachings in everything..."

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face. She desperately pressed her forehead to the ground, even drawing blood, trying to struggle to crawl to Wayne's side.

He didn't know he was wrong.

Wayne sighed, a look of pity on his face, and said:

"You who have gone astray, I forgive you, I pardon your sins."

Upon hearing this, Old Joe's face lit up with wild joy, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes. He looked at Wayne, weeping and wailing as he exclaimed:

"Oh, saint, righteous man of this world, thank you for your forgiveness! I will repent! I will repent! God bless! Thank you for your forgiveness!"

Wayne sighed and said with a sorrowful expression:

"Sinner, do you know that God no longer protects you?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than White suddenly rushed forward from the crowd, brandishing a dagger, and plunged it viciously into Old Joe's back, shouting:

"Blabulatory ones, go to hell!"

Before Old Joe could recover from the joy of surviving the ordeal, he was stabbed through the heart and pinned to the ground.

He turned his head with difficulty, blood bubbles bubbling from his mouth; his lung had been punctured.

After seeing White, he turned to Wayne and murmured:

"Why? Sir...you...you said you've forgiven me..."

Wayne looked reluctant, sighed, and said:

"Yes, I have forgiven you, you unjust person. Even though you tried to kill me time and time again, I will forgive your actions."

Then he sighed again and continued:

"But I cannot forgive White; you almost murdered his soul..."

As they were talking, old Will took the dagger from White's hand, stepped forward, and stabbed Old Joe through the shoulder with another blow, eliciting a scream.

Wayne shook his head and continued:

"I can't forgive old Will either; you broke his heart..."

Immediately afterwards, the group of homeless people present seemed to have rehearsed it beforehand, taking turns to take the dagger from the person in front of them and stabbing it into Old Joe's body.

Mike and David stood beside Wayne, watching everything intently, their minds churning with thoughts.

Old Joe's screams were initially very loud, but gradually became weaker.

He struggled desperately, bleeding profusely, even managing to break free of the ropes binding his hands, crawling towards Wayne's feet, leaving a wide trail of blood, groaning as he did so.

"Please... God... I beg for your forgiveness..."

Wayne sighed, and with a look of pity, reached out to touch Old Joe's cheek, saying:

"I have already said that I forgive all your sins, I forgive, I pardon..."

"All beings suffer, and your life is a journey of atonement. I simply cannot bear to watch such a tragic scene any longer..."

Wayne said this and closed his eyes.

"Gulp... Ugh..." Blood foam kept gushing from Old Joe's mouth. He gripped Wayne's hand tightly, two hot tears streaming from his eyes, struggling desperately to look at Wayne, whose eyes were tightly closed.

It was as if he were looking at a saint who could guide him to heaven.

It was as if this was his final salvation.

"Lord..."

Old Joe let out a sob and finally closed his eyes.

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Wayne slowly opened his eyes, pulled his hand away from Old Joe's bottle, sighed, and looked at the group of homeless people present.

At this moment, everyone looked at him solemnly, their eyes filled with the longing of lambs for their shepherd.

On the campus of Western University, fraternities and secret societies are everywhere and deeply ingrained in people's minds.

Everyone understands that there is only one way to truly join an organization and gain everyone's trust: to pledge allegiance and sign a blood oath.

Killing Old Joe the Bottle was their pledge of allegiance, their blood oath.

Moreover, in their hearts, they were not killing people, but doing righteous deeds for the saints.

Your golden title of Saint has been upgraded (8% + 1%).

Feeling the burning gazes of the crowd and seeing the labels appearing above their heads such as [Loyalty: Fanatical Believer], [Loyalty: Devout Repentance], and [Loyalty: Unwavering to the Death], Wayne couldn't help but sigh and said:

"Bury him."

The shelter needs a foundation.