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The police car carried the group of preachers away from the street and arrived at a bus parked at the street corner with the words "Harvest Bible" painted on it.

This is their "sightseeing vehicle".

"Officers, why don't you arrest those thugs? They're like a bunch of beasts!" a church member said indignantly, rubbing his forehead.

The lead policeman shrugged and said:

"Hey sir, this is a chaotic street in the South District, not a quaint, affluent neighborhood. We're severely understaffed, and it's already a miracle that we were able to respond so quickly to rescue you..."

You expect me to risk my life on the streets of the South District, full of drug addicts, for a few thousand yuan a month?

Victoria, the female church member whose face was covered in blood, roared:

"We are taxpayers! Don't forget, it's our tax money that pays your salaries! This is dereliction of duty! Oh God, my nose hurts so much... I need to get some painkillers from the doctor..."

The police officer, seemingly used to such hysterical rich people, shrugged and said:

"Yes, madam, you're right. Once we have enough police force, the two of us will definitely arrest these dozens of thugs... You can also file a lawsuit against those thugs."

After offering a few words of comfort to the crowd, the two policemen quickly drove away in their patrol car, and the group of worshippers also quickly boarded a bus and drove out of the neighborhood.

"These thugs! These sinners abandoned by God! These thieves!"

Sitting in the bus parked at the street corner, a woman named Victoria was screaming hysterically.

Her face was covered in blood, and her nose was broken. She could only use a handkerchief to stop the bleeding and was preparing to go to the hospital for a check-up.

"Mr. George, this hellish sightseeing tour arranged by the church was a complete failure! The thought of being ridden and beaten by those filthy homeless people is driving me crazy..."

"Blasphemy! The very existence of these people is blatant blasphemy against God!"

"These thugs must be severely punished!"

"..."

All the church members in the car were injured, and they were all filled with righteous indignation, angrily denouncing the incident.

Deacon George, his face grim, wiped the wounds on his face as he spoke:

"Fellow believers, please rest assured that our Harvest Bible Church will absolutely not allow such an evil act to happen! After returning to the church, I will give a full report of this incident to the Presbyterian Council."

"Even in the worst of the South District, these thugs should not be allowed to exist. We will put pressure on the police to deal with them."

"Especially that man. That blasphemous fellow, his actions are the work of the devil."

"I will find him and give him the punishment he deserves..."

……

Mike got out of the car carrying a large bag and excitedly went to Wayne's side.

Seeing the homeless men standing solemnly and reverently around Wayne, he couldn't help but shrink back.

Then he walked up to Wayne and said happily:

"Bro, I've made up my mind. I'm quitting my job at the supermarket."

Hearing this, Wayne reached out and bumped fists with Mike, laughing:

"Great, bro."

Mike felt a little embarrassed when he realized that he had hesitated before.

He then picked up the bag he was carrying and handed it to Wayne, saying:

"Hey bro, I brought you some gifts, I think you'll like them."

After resigning today, Mike has been thinking about doing something for Wayne as soon as possible.

After thinking it over, he came up with a great idea and prepared to give Wayne a surprise.

Wayne raised an eyebrow and said with a smile:

"Okay, thank you, Mike. Let me see what this good stuff is."

Mike turned to look at the group of homeless people around him, who all looked reverent, cleared his throat, and said:

"Ahem, Wayne, no need to rush, let's wait until we get back...we'll see when we get back..."

Wayne nodded and handed the heavy bag to old Will so he could put it away.

Old Will then said in a low voice:

"Sir, we have run out of milk... Fortunately, the homeless people on this street have all received your blessing."

Wayne nodded, handed old Will a roll of money, and said:

"Go buy some garlic to take back, the more the better. Let everyone disperse."

We've almost run out of dexamethasone from David, and it's impossible to get a doctor to prescribe a large amount of dexamethasone in the short term.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of fish medicine and antibiotics.

We need to add some new medicines.

After all, relying solely on his basic witch doctor skills, the number of people he could save each day was extremely limited.

Old Will understood immediately, and looked at the group of homeless people present, saying:

"Sir is tired, everyone can leave now."

The homeless men all looked reluctant to leave, and departed with great reluctance.

However, compared to when they first started today, they are not only in much better physical condition, but also full of warmth and strength in their hearts.

Just today's battle with those bastards from the upper class has given them back their confidence in life.

After all, they had already fallen into a quagmire of despair, filled with self-pity and self-deprecation.

But then he suddenly realized that he was no different from those rich people from the upper class, and in the eyes of the saints, those people were the evil ones.

It was a small-scale holy war, and they won.

This kind of affirmation is irreplaceable.

To live, one needs self-affirmation and a foundation for one's beliefs.

But now, Wayne's presence has allowed the souls of these homeless people to stand up again.

The young wandering girl who had been saved by Wayne was still somewhat bewildered, not understanding what had happened.

However, remembering what the man in the long robe had said, she still decided to stay on this street for the winter and not leave again.

For some reason, the other person's appearance and gaze gave her a natural sense of trust and familiarity, as if she had seen this person somewhere before...

It was already dark when Wayne and his group left the street. They went to a nearby supermarket to buy some food, a lot of garlic, and some necessary tools. Then they drove the 18-year-old Toyota back to the warehouse in the underground alley.

They still made some simple concealments on the car, and the group quietly passed through the warehouse's secret passage and entered the underground alleyway.

By this time, the twelve homeless people living in the alley had returned. Many people had also heard about Saint Wayne's act of giving alms in the snow today, and they revered Wayne even more, bowing to him in respect.

Wayne nodded slightly and, together with Mike and old Will, arrived at the middle of the alley, which was his own residence.

Sitting cross-legged on the mattress, Wayne, under Mike's expectant gaze, opened the large plastic bag and emptied its contents.

With a series of clanging sounds, a pile of metal and wooden objects appeared on the ground.

These are all old items from the University of Tokyo.

Wooden Taoist tokens, peach wood swords and ritual implements, small coins from the late Qing and Republican periods, small jade pendants from the period of foreign exchange earnings, old bowls and plates, and even a pile of rusty copper coins.

Mike, standing to the side with an expectant look, said:

"How was it, bro? I learned a little bit of Chinese when I was in Berkeley. I know you really like that flag; it means a lot to you. I think it might have something to do with some kind of Eastern witchcraft..."

"So today I made a special trip to an antique shop in the tourist area and, based on the AI's recommendations, I picked out some similar items that I think you might like..."

These antiques from the University of Tokyo were really expensive; this pile of things cost him almost five thousand US dollars.

But since my brother likes it, the amount of money spent doesn't matter.

Seeing these things, Wayne couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time.

Mike does know a little, but not much... these things are worthless to him.

However, since his brother had already brought it, he couldn't very well refuse the other party's kind offer.

He casually rummaged through the pile of things and said:

"Yes, I like it very much..."

You have discovered the artifact: Messiah Coin.