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As the group was talking, the girl huddled by the roadside began to convulse.

She is experiencing withdrawal symptoms.

Upon seeing this scene, the group of a dozen or so people who were holding crosses and observing the girl couldn't help but exchange smiles, as if confirming their own opinion.

A well-dressed woman shook her head with a look of disgust and said:

"As Proverbs says, the sluggard will eat the fruit of his labor, and these people become wanderers simply because they are fools who reject God's grace."

The leading man nodded, his eyes filled with arrogance, and said:

"The filth of these people only defiles God's temple. Brothers and sisters, be vigilant! This is the core purpose of our trip to hell—to be wary of the consequences of turning away from God!"

Everyone immediately nodded in agreement, showing expressions of deep conviction.

At that moment, the young homeless girl was screaming in agony, her body contorted in agony.

This scene, as seen by these people, only served to confirm their words.

Instead of offering assistance, they started criticizing and even took out their phones to take pictures.

"Oh my God, I have to post a picture on Twitter right now. This scene is absolutely horrible. Let us pray for the sinners..." the well-dressed middle-aged woman exclaimed.

Just then, to the astonishment of these people, a man in a long robe with black hair and black eyes suddenly walked through their gaze, stood in front of the struggling girl, sighed, placed his hand on her forehead, and muttered something.

The group of people holding crosses were all taken aback.

The man in the suit and tie, holding a cross, suddenly waved it at Wayne, still wearing his signature fake smile, and shouted:

"What are you doing? Associating with those who have turned away from God will only corrupt you with sin! You must not do this!"

The well-dressed woman next to him said with a look of horror:

"He's praying for this homeless man? God, this is utter heresy! A sinner abandoned by God doesn't deserve His grace. Stop him!"

As soon as she finished speaking, two muscular men carrying crosses, who looked like they frequented the gym, came out and rushed towards Wayne, ready to drive him away.

"Stop! You bastards who reek of money!" a sharp shout rang out.

These people turned around and saw that dozens of homeless people had gathered around, with an old homeless man in the lead cursing at them.

"Deacon George, we seem to have encountered a mob!" the well-dressed middle-aged woman shrieked. "Stop them! Don't let them get any closer! God! I feel disgusted by being associated with these sinners!"

The man in a suit and tie, named George, frowned, stepped in front of Old Will and the others, reached for his waist, and reprimanded them:

"Stop in your tracks! I am Deacon George from the Gospel Church. We are the church's preaching team, and our church is located in the nearby community. You must not offend this lady!"

But the homeless people seemed not to have heard him at all, and continued to walk forward in silence, each with a very firm gaze.

"I said stop!" George, dressed in a suit and holding a cross, shouted angrily, drawing a pistol from his waist and pointing it at the crowd.

But the instant he raised his gun, at least seven or eight of the dozens of homeless men also drew guns from their waists and aimed them at George and his so-called preaching group.

The guns in the hands of these homeless people were all kinds of strange and old, most of them were broken and some were even long-barreled rifles that had been sawed off. But no matter how old and worn these guns looked, no one present doubted that they could fire.

After all, for many homeless people, a broken gun they carry with them may be their last resort for survival.

Often, this is more important than food.

Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, George tensed up instantly and quickly said:

"Hey, my friends, don't be nervous, we mean no harm..."

The middle-aged white woman who had just been spouting nonsense let out a piercing scream and shouted:

"Please, no, don't kill me, don't kill me! God, is this a test from God? I shouldn't have come to this hellish neighborhood. Call the police, who will call the police for me?"

At the same time, several other members of the propaganda team immediately either raised their hands or secretly touched their phones.

Old Will angrily cursed:

"You son of a bitch, drop your gun!"

George, from the Evangelical Church, immediately and obediently threw away the gun in his hand without the slightest hesitation.

As a native-born American, he naturally understood just how dangerous this situation was.

With a dozen guns pointed at them, if any one of them acts impulsively, everything will be over.

What puzzled him was that these homeless people were mostly very docile, especially during the day. If they encountered upper-class people like him in suits, they would at most come over to beg, and very few people would dare to directly target them.

Moreover, he was carrying a gun, and the police would definitely protect them.

This is especially true on snowy days with extremely low temperatures; most people are already shivering and hiding away, or simply freezing to death on the roadside.

This is why he chose to bring these church members out to preach today.

It is safer.

Originally, this kind of preaching was more like visiting an animal park, just to make these believers cherish God's gifts and gain more of a sense of superiority.

What's wrong with these homeless people today?

Why did they suddenly gather together, and why are they so agitated?

He was quickly trying to figure out how to appease the homeless men when he saw the old homeless man leading them walk over with a gun, blocking the way of the black-haired, black-eyed homeless man in the long robe, and angrily shouting at George and the others:

"Before you stands the only Messiah of this world, the saint who will save this hellish nation! How dare you disrespect the saint, how dare you speak arrogantly to the righteous!"

George and the others stared in astonishment at the man who was half-squatting on the ground, touching the black hair and eyes of the female homeless woman.

The middle-aged female church member couldn't help but retort:

"We are already in heaven on earth, so how can there be a hell? America is the city on top of the world, so why would God send a messiah again! What you are saying is nothing but heresy..."

"You!" Old Will was furious and was about to curse this woman who disrespected the saints.

Wayne spoke calmly:

"Let her speak."

At this moment, the woman quietly put her phone back into her bag, seemingly feeling more confident, and said loudly:

"This homeless woman is clearly impure. It's because of her own laziness and sins that she's fallen to the streets! Moreover, she's now overdosed on enhancement drugs, and she's become a monster. No one but God can save her!"

The homeless girl was still struggling and rolling around, trying to shake her head and break free from Wayne's grasp.

On the panel in front of Wayne, a line of text suddenly appeared:

[The Bronze Sanctuary Lord can unleash the Sanctuary effects: Foundation of Fortitude, Lick of the Spirit Tongue, and Light of Purification.]

Without hesitation, Wayne chose the Light of Purification.

He could sense that this was different from basic witch doctor skills; it was as if a ray of light was emanating from his palm, completely enveloping the homeless girl whose forehead he was pressing against.

"Child, may God forgive your sins, and may evil stay away from you," Wayne said in a deep voice.

Almost the instant the purifying light was released, the struggling and screaming homeless girl immediately calmed down.

Then, she suddenly opened her eyes, struggled to sit up, and said to Wayne in a trembling voice:

"Thank you, sir. I...I feel much better...I...the pain isn't as unbearable anymore..."

"A miracle! This is the miracle of the saints!" Old Will exclaimed, tears streaming down his face.

The group of homeless people were also deeply shocked. Some of them knelt down on the spot, wept bitterly, and worshipped Wayne.

Upon seeing this, George and the middle-aged woman, who had been spouting nonsense, gaped, unable to believe their eyes.

As Americans, they know all too well just how terrible the withdrawal symptoms of stimulants can be.

How could it be okay if this man just touched my forehead?!

"It's fake, it must be some kind of street performance!" George muttered.

Wayne, however, seemed not to see her and asked the homeless woman in front of him:

"My child, how old are you? Why are you here?"

The homeless girl said in a trembling voice:

"I...I'm 19 years old...I fell off my bicycle, and the doctor gave me painkillers..."

"Later...later I couldn't leave it...my parents kicked me out of the house...I didn't know where to go..."

The woman from the evangelistic church preaching team said:

"She's lying! She only succumbed to depravity because she enjoys the pleasure brought by the enhancer..."

The church deacon named George also said to Wayne, "Yes, sir, this is all God's punishment for indiscipline and laziness; she is just being sophistical."

Wayne sighed, turned to look at Old Will and the others, and said:

"Give him a beating."

Old Will immediately roared:

"The saints said, 'Beat them up!'"

[Your first use of the Shelter effect grants +10 experience points.]