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Steve froze again, looking at Wayne with disbelief.

It was as if he was wondering if he was hallucinating.

His hand was already on his waist, his eyes narrowed as he looked at Wayne, his killing intent palpable, and he slowly said:

"Mr. Wayne, I initially thought you were a smart man. Where does your confidence come from... Do you really believe the Hessian gang will reason with you?"

"Essentially, we're the same kind of people: a street quack doctor sitting in a tent, who, after being lauded as a saint, actually thinks he can replace God in showing mercy to the world?"

"Your men are all outside, while I am right in front of you. If I wanted, I could end the Saints' street legend right now."

Wayne looked at Steve in front of him and said calmly:

"Steve, my friend, you can give it a try."

Steve's eyes widened, staring intently at Wayne, ready to strike.

Just then, a series of urgent police sirens came from outside.

His previously gloomy expression suddenly relaxed, and he laughed as he lowered his hand, saying:

"Unfortunately, Mr. Wayne, I am just a barber. Killing is not in my nature, and this kind of rough work is not suitable for me."

His gaze then swept over Jose and Isabella, before fixing on Wayne's eyes, and he slowly said:

"Goodbye, Mr. Wayne, but this is definitely not the last time we'll see each other..."

"I know where you're hiding."

After saying his last words, he turned around, lifted the tent flap, and walked out with a smile on his face.

Outside the tent, a police car was parked on the street. Two heavily armed police officers got out of the car and were questioning several of Jose's gang thugs.

Steve laughed and said loudly:

"Officer, is there anything I can help you with?"

A policeman frowned and said:

"We have received a report that gang members are plotting a murder here. Please cooperate with the investigation."

Steve said with a smile:

"I think this must be a misunderstanding, officer. We are all good citizens from the neighborhood. We are here today to distribute supplies to the homeless. You know, it's too cold, and the homeless need warmth too."

As he spoke, one of his men opened the trunk of the car they were in, revealing a pile of blankets.

Then, several gang members chuckled and took out blankets, throwing them on the ground.

Seeing this, the two police officers exchanged a glance, and the lead officer frowned and said:

"Okay, please be careful, sir."

Steve laughed:

"Thank you, officer, we will."

As they spoke, the gang members climbed into the car, started the engine, and sped away.

Seeing that there were no other problems, the two police officers casually gave a few words of advice to the homeless men present, then got into their police car and left.

After the gang members and police had all left, old Will and the others rushed into the tent, looking at Wayne with worried expressions.

In their view, although the saint was God's messenger and a righteous man of the world, capable of relieving people's pain and saving their souls, he was himself equally fragile.

Just like Jesus who was stabbed to death.

They themselves are not afraid of death, but they are afraid that the saints will be harmed.

"Sir, I will go to their lair and take these bastards down with me," White said solemnly.

Old Will and the others standing nearby nodded in agreement, their faces showing reverence.

To them, offending a saint is the same as offending God.

Those who blaspheme will go to hell right now.

If it weren't for the fact that there was an enemy in Mr. Saint's tent, they would have wanted to fight each other outright.

In particular, the homeless men who lived with Wayne in the underground alleyways all had a fanatical sense of martyrdom.

Wayne shook his head and said calmly:

"You must not do that. Your lives already belong to me. You must not take them without permission, for that will only add to your sins. The words of killing should come from my mouth, and I will bear your sins."

Upon hearing this, White and the others trembled, their gazes toward Wayne instantly becoming both fervent and submissive.

Jose, his eyes brimming with tears, said in a trembling voice:

"Saint, I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble... Please be careful, these demons often operate at night, they love to enjoy killing and violence in the dead of night... They will definitely come back... I think I should take responsibility for all of this myself..."

"Slap!" Before Jose could finish speaking, he was suddenly slapped across the face.

He was taken aback, looking at Wayne who had raised his hand with some confusion.

Wayne looked calmly at Jose and slowly said:

"José, José, my child, you are a kind child. You thought about escaping, you thought about sacrificing yourself, but you forgot one thing."

At this moment, Jose, like a bewildered child, bowed his head to Wayne under everyone's gaze and murmured:

"Sir, I don't understand..."

As he spoke, a pistol was shoved into his hand.

Then Wayne's gentle voice rang out again:

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, my child."

[You protected José and his daughter before the people of Heaven. Reputation +10, Experience +10]

Feeling the cold touch of the gun in his hand, José stood frozen in place, then suddenly felt a surge of power, as if it were welling up from within him.

This power came from Wayne before him, from the anger and despair in his heart.

With the saint's protection, he no longer had any other concerns.

Witnessing Jose's transformation, Wayne looked at Isabella beside him and said:

"Isabella, poor child, God will bless you."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and placed it on Isabella's forehead, activating the [Basic Witch Doctor] skill.

Warm energy coursed through Isabella's body, healing most of her most serious injuries.

As the pain subsided, Isabella, who had been numb, burst into tears.

As a teenage girl, she smuggled herself from South America to the United States with her parents. Her mother died at the hands of border police, her father was beaten and humiliated, and there was no one to help her.

When she was first raped by the gang, she tried to resist, but after being forced to take enhancement drugs and sell her body on the street, she gradually became numb, as if the world had become isolated from her and she was just controlling her own body.

Only in this way can I avoid going crazy.

Now, as her physical ailments have subsided, she feels a warmth she has never felt before.

Perhaps Wayne's words, "I care," touched her soul more than the disappearance of her illness.

She is no longer a speck of dust, no longer a withered blade of grass blown about by the wind.

Besides her father, there are still people in this world who care about her existence.

Oh God.

Mother.

Have you seen it?

Your basic witch doctor skills have been improved (Specialization 71% + 1%).

[Experience points +1]

By this time, the sunlight outside had faded, and it had gotten dark.

Dozens of homeless people were still gathered outside the tent.

Wayne looked at old Will:

"Tell everyone that those who want to follow us can come with us."

Jose's gang belongs to MS-13 and is notorious in the surrounding area; it is not an ordinary street gang.

Even among these homeless people who had received Wayne's kindness, not all of them were willing to die for Wayne and face MS-13 head-on.

Wayne fully understands this.

Lambs have always been like that.

This is not their fault.

To herd larger flocks, shepherds need to become stronger and have greater prestige.

In the end, apart from the homeless people who originally followed Wayne, a total of more than twenty people were prepared to leave with Wayne and his group.

The homeless on the street dispersed, and a group of homeless people who had placed their hopes on Wayne walked alongside him in the night.

They were silent and resolute, their shadows stretching and shrinking on the ground.

Old Will felt a little dazed, as if he had returned to ancient Rome, following the Messiah's disciples as they walked by the light of torches along the roadside.

Soon, the group arrived at the secluded road where the underground passage was located, passed through the abandoned warehouse, and filed in through the entrance.

When the last homeless man entered the alleyway, behind a trash can in the shadows of the night, one of the homeless men who had been following them the whole time pulled out a dirty cell phone and dialed a number:

"Mr. Steve? Yes, they've all gone inside."

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(Back to work today, wishing everyone good luck! Lots of cases after the New Year, already started working on some, headache… Published on March 1st, I'll write as much as I can after work these next few days to build up my drafts. Best wishes everyone!)