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The damage caused by the enhancer to humans is thorough.

It's not just about forcibly altering the brain's pleasure threshold, but also about causing physiological damage to brain nerves.

There is also the complete psychological subversion of people, which is the so-called psychological addiction.

This is why many people, even after quitting drugs and no longer experiencing physical dependence, still eventually relapse.

The psychological addiction is hard to break.

After taking it, a person can no longer be considered a person.

You can never completely trust a drug addict.

This is also why Wayne didn't care much about his so-called followers.

Even the strongest faith cannot compare to the torment of addiction.

However, from another perspective, many of these drug addicts at Xida University are quite pitiful.

They weren't initially going there for pleasure; they were probably just experiencing some pain, and after queuing up to see a doctor, they took the painkillers prescribed by the doctor.

For example, drugs like OxyContin.

Then they gradually become addicted to drugs and completely succumb to addiction.

This is one of them, Finney, who is currently having an attack.

She initially took painkillers simply because of menstrual cramps.

Even she herself finds the reason somewhat laughable.

Ultimately, he became addicted to drugs, gradually increasing the dosage, and degenerated into an addict, turning from a white-collar worker in the city into a homeless person on the street.

Such a magical realism scene makes it hard to criticize her.

Now, the "Purifying Light" attribute of the Bronze Sanctuary, while not able to directly help people quit drug addiction, can at least greatly reduce withdrawal symptoms.

This is already considered a great deed.

This is only a bronze-level shelter. What about upgrading it to the next level?

For Wayne, this will also help increase the loyalty of these followers.

At least we don't have to worry about them selling themselves when they get addicted.

Having done all this, Wayne calmly sat cross-legged and began to examine the panel.

Today was quite fruitful; I picked up three skills.

Street Kidnapping (Beginner)

Leaf Processing (Beginner)

[Reinforcement Agent Distribution (Basic Level)]

The first two are from Gold Tooth and Vest.

Judging from these two skills alone, it's no wonder these two died.

In particular, when Wayne picked up the [Street Kidnapping] skill, fragments of memories flooded his mind: kidnapping women on the street, locking them in dark rooms, and forcing them to sell their bodies.

He understood from beginning to end that no matter how polite and even respectful Gold Tooth and Vest were to him, they were still two hungry wolves on the street.

If it had been someone else who was "in debt" instead of Wayne, they probably would have been skinned alive and drained of their marrow by these two long ago.

Wayne pondered for a moment, then placed all three skills into the Sacrifice slot, followed by Compound Creation in the middle.

He had been focusing on improving his witch doctor and combat-related skills, neglecting the [Compound Making] skill that he had initially picked up from Little Joey's corpse.

According to his next plan, this skill is very important.

Both some medicines and explosives are compounds.

Explosives are also medicine.

In an instant, the skill fusion sacrifice was activated, and the three basic skills disappeared instantly, leaving only one [Compound Creation (Intermediate 20%)].

Wayne nodded.

If used to improve skills that have already reached a high level of expertise, the resulting benefit is negligible, and the effect is barely noticeable.

The improvement in basic skills is immediate, directly raising the level by a large margin.

After doing all this, Wayne finally pulled out an Apple phone.

He waved the bottle in front of Old Joe, and the phone unlocked immediately.

This is Old Joe's cell phone.

Logged into Old Joe's TikTok account, Wayne skillfully browsed through the pages and quickly found Steve's account.

The two also had some cryptic transaction information in their chat history.

Usually, it's Old Joe who says he's very hungry lately, and Steve tells Old Joe he can eat steak, cod, or something similar. Sometimes, Steve doesn't respond at all.

Clearly, this response is a pickup signal.

Steve's account, on the other hand, features a large number of videos of sports cars, gourmet meals, beautiful women, champagne, and yachts.

Its main focus is on luxury and flaunting wealth.

Steve's account name is also quite interesting:

Steve the barber.

He opened a barbershop.

Or rather, this is what he uses to cover up his illegal medical clinic.

Wayne was going through Steve's information when he gradually began to understand what was going on.

In any case, now that we know where they are, we can go and find out for ourselves tomorrow.

With the system's assistance, the other party's important information will be exposed, and we can see if there's anything we can use for it.

Then Wayne called Mike and David over, took out two rolls of US dollars, and handed them to the two men, saying:

"Brothers, this is what you deserve."

$10,000 per person.

Mike and David were both taken aback. They knew very well about the money Wayne had, knowing that he only had a maximum of 30,000 US dollars, yet he had given away 20,000!

Mike's face flushed instantly, and he quickly said:

"Bro, what do you mean? We didn't do anything..."

David looked equally bewildered, then said with some panic:

"Bro, are you... are you leaving us to go back to being a movie star? I..."

The debts between Wayne and the Seta Group have been settled.

The pneumonia seems to have healed, and the wounds appear to have completely closed.

Their situation was completely different from when they first met Wayne.

If you ignore his unkempt beard and robes, he hardly looks like a vagrant.

Is he leaving?

Wayne couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time:

"How am I supposed to go back to being a star? Take ten thousand dollars to pay off my huge debts, then start over as an extra?"

He then placed the money in their hands and said earnestly:

"Brothers, you took me in when I was in my most difficult time. Now that my debt with Seta is settled, I think you should also need some money."

"in addition……"

At this point, Wayne looked into Mike and David's eyes and continued:

"I need you to quit your current jobs to help me manage my... medium business... In addition, you will also be my assistants as corpse collectors."

A good assistant is very important.

Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on David's face. He shrugged, accepted the roll of US dollars, and said:

"Hey man, I can leave my day-job parade anytime. Just ask me if you need me, and I'll know I didn't misjudge you!"

The saying "When one person attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven" reflects a social culture prevalent in Black communities.

Many NBA stars and rappers, after achieving fame, gather a group of friends they've known since childhood, essentially like retainers.

Upon hearing Wayne's words, David immediately understood what he meant and readily accepted it.

It's not shameful to work as an assistant for your brothers, especially since they pay you a salary.

Isn't this better than holding up signs on the street every day in the wind and sun?

"But I quite enjoy the job of street marches, you know. We have a work group, and if you're not busy here, I'm prepared to go again in my free time," David said somewhat embarrassedly.

Wayne smiled and bumped fists with David:

"make a deal."

Then he turned to Mike and asked:

"And what about you, Mike?"

Mike looked somewhat taken aback as he held the money in his hand.

He had always planned to pay off his student loans while saving money, so that once he had saved $10,000, he could rent a house in the community and then change jobs.

They can escape homelessness and return to a normal life... at least they won't have to sleep on the streets anymore.

He was somewhat bewildered when he heard Wayne's words.

Because this wasn't money he earned himself, and it was completely different from the job he had envisioned.

He took a deep breath and said to Wayne:

"Wayne, I...I don't know...Let me think about it. Steve is still lurking in the shadows, and we need to have a backup plan...Sigh, give me some time to think about it..."

Wayne reached out and patted Mike on the shoulder, saying:

"Okay, brother, I understand. You can make a decision anytime."

As he spoke, he stuffed the roll of money into Mike's pocket.

……

As night deepened, the underground shelter fell silent, with most people fast asleep.

In a corner of the alley, several homeless men were lying together chatting.

"Speaking of which, why do I feel no fear or discomfort even though there are several corpses standing here? Instead, I feel peaceful and calm inside?" the homeless woman, Finney, asked curiously.

The others present nodded slightly, sharing the same doubts.

Old Will sighed and said softly in a low voice:

"You are wrong to doubt the works of the righteous. Do not question your God or lean on your own understanding."

With a sigh, he picked up his phone, opened a document on the screen, and said through tears:

"Have you seen the newly declassified Epstein documents? A little girl said Jesus made her feel safe, so they dressed up as Jesus, raped and murdered her..."

At this point, old Will burst into tears:

"Lord...this kingdom has become a paradise for demons, and the final judgment is imminent...therefore I firmly believe!"

His gaze suddenly hardened, and he slowly said:

"The Messiah has come, the Savior has arrived, and you, sir, are the Messiah, you are the Savior! I will defend him with my life until the final judgment."

As he spoke, old Will pulled out his revolver, then took out a handful of bullets from his pocket, filled the magazine, and continued:

"I know that guy named Steve. I know where his shady clinic is. Tomorrow I will take care of him and rid you of this venomous snake in the shadows. After I die, I hope you will continue my unfinished work."

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the side, firmly grabbed Old Will's pistol, and pulled it away.

Old Will was taken aback, and then he saw White's face, filled with a pious repentance, speaking in the dim light:

"Please, old Will, let me go. My sins have not yet been atoned for."