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In the underground alleyways, whether they were members of the Jose gang or Wayne's followers, anyone addicted to the enhancer was now experiencing severe withdrawal symptoms.

Isabella was trembling all over, curled up in a ball, her muscles shaking, yet her hands still desperately held the gesture of prayer.

God...

Saints...

I cannot show my ugly side in front of those villains.

Saints, have mercy on us...

To her surprise, when she prayed to Wayne in her heart, the intense withdrawal symptoms seemed to lessen.

Saints... My life has been saved by you, and I will spend the rest of my life serving your majesty...

She prayed in her heart, and the stronger her faith in Saint Wayne became, the less uncomfortable she felt.

Faced with the threats of those thugs and the threat of life and death, she did not cry, but tears welled up in her eyes.

Those were tears of redemption.

A similar scene was unfolding among Will and White's followers.

At this time, their faith in Wayne continued to grow.

First came the pain, then the confusion, followed by the shock, and finally the gratitude.

Redeemed through faith.

"Bro, why do I suddenly really want to...want to fuck grass..."

David kept wiping his nose and said with a blank look on his face.

"My muscles are sore and sore, like I just finished filming a gay porn movie for three days and three nights..."

At this moment, he felt completely weak, and then he discovered that Mike had similar symptoms to him.

But in the next instant, David couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise:

"Damn it! What the hell is that?!"

To everyone's astonishment, the eight corpses that were originally half-buried in the ground suddenly opened their eyes!

Then, the corpses broke free of the mud burying their legs and slowly stood up.

David was terrified when he saw Juan, his father, standing right next to him, with his eyes that were already wide open and pale.

Before he could react, the eight corpses had already turned around and staggered toward the gang members.

"God... what... what is this thing?" José gang leader Noon trembled as he took off his sunglasses, staring wide-eyed at a corpse that was staggering toward him, muttering to himself.

"You are...you are Mr. Juan..." He had already recognized the person who came.

It was none other than Juan, the head of the Eastern Brothers, who belonged to the Zeta Group.

He had met Juan several times and even had business dealings with him.

As a small gang, the Jose Gang mainly engages in the distribution of enhancement drugs and the trade of sex, and their main source of goods is the East District Brothers.

Even he himself dared not act presumptuously in front of Juan.

And now, Juan has actually appeared right in front of him.

Moreover, judging from the lividity on Juan's body and his dilated pupils, he was clearly dead.

"Resurrected corpses... these... these are all resurrected corpses..."

"He's a wizard! This person is a wizard!"

Most of the members of Jose's gang are Latinos, and they are very familiar with voodoo.

The most infamous thing in the Voodoo Cult is the resurrected corpse!

It is said that Voodoo priests can bring corpses back to life, turning them into resurrected zombies who then become the priest's servants.

This is a childhood nightmare for every Latin American, but for so many years they have only heard of the existence of resurrected corpses, and this is the first time they have actually seen one.

Noon's mouth was watering, and he couldn't even stand up due to withdrawal symptoms. He was also enveloped by despair and fear from the bottom of his heart.

He remembered the nightmares of being dominated by resurrected zombies in his childhood.

Although he had long forgotten those absurd legends after growing up, when all these legends appeared in real form before him, that deep-seated fear enveloped him again.

"Bondiye...please..." Noon said in a trembling voice.

But then, Juan, the big daddy in front of him, grabbed his hair and roughly dragged him in front of Wayne.

Immediately afterwards, Juan grabbed a dagger from the ground and slit Noon's throat.

"Heh...heh..." Noon struggled desperately, but found that the power of the resurrected corpse was astonishing, far beyond his ability to resist.

He tried to say something, but a tearing pain shot through his throat.

Big Daddy Juan's fingers were already down his throat, then suddenly he reached up and into his mouth, grabbing his tongue.

A tremendous force came from Juan's hand, and Noon's tongue was forcibly ripped out of the wound in his throat.

And he is still alive.

The instinct for survival drove Noon to struggle desperately, trying to free his tongue from Juan's hand, whose fingernails had already fallen off.

But he could only let the blood gush from the wound.

The tongue completely blocked the throat, and air stopped flowing.

asphyxia.

Noon struggled and writhed like a chicken with its neck cut off, even trying to tear off its own tongue.

Eventually, his movements gradually slowed down.

Gradually, they stopped struggling.

He choked to death on his own tongue.

Big Daddy Juan then moved on to the next one.

This time, he had a machete in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of a desperate special forces member.

Amidst the other person's desperate wails, Daddy skillfully peeled off the other person's face, leaving only a patch of scalp with hair stuck to it.

He then grabbed the man by the hair and chopped off his head like he was cutting a dragon fruit.

A similar scene played out throughout the alley.

The gang members suffering from withdrawal symptoms were devastated to find that the anticipated massacre had still occurred, only this time they were the ones being killed.

These "awakened" corpses seem to still retain some residual muscle memory from their previous lives, or perhaps instincts from the depths of their souls.

Of these eight bodies, seven belonged to the East Side branch of the Seta Group in Seattle, so their methods were often those of Seta.

Or perhaps it's a tactic used by Latin American gangs.

MS-13 is also adept at these techniques.

They are enjoying local specialties from their hometown.

This is why all the gang members present were plunged into deep despair.

They deeply understood just how cruel and terrifying those torture methods were!

Sugar-coated apples.

Columbia tie.

Italian hamstring.

Only then did they realize that Wayne's choice for them was truly out of kindness.

"Please, sir, please forgive me..."

"Waaah, Saint, I am willing to serve you for the rest of my life... to serve by your side... I only ask for your forgiveness..."

"I am willing to give anything to atone for my sins and mistakes... Please..."

A series of wails rang out, and the thugs who had been so arrogant and laughing loudly before fell to their knees, begging Wayne for forgiveness.

Then the man sitting cross-legged, with black hair and black eyes, looked at her with pity and reluctance, and sighed.

He closed his eyes amidst the desperate gazes of the mob.