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Chapter 211 Wayne's Sexual Assault Case (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"It was in a tent on the street. His voice was so authoritative that I didn't dare refuse."

"Moreover, I heard that he can bless people, and everyone calls him the Saint of the Southern District, so I have great faith in him—"

"After all this happened, I didn't even have time to react. It wasn't until I got home that I realized what had happened to me —"

"I was sexually assaulted—"

"These days I cry every day, and I have nightmares as soon as I close my eyes —"

"I'm even afraid to go out, afraid of seeing strangers—the doctor said I have severe PTSD—"

"Fortunately, my friends and family have been encouraging me, which gave me enough courage to stand up and talk about the nightmare that happened to me."

As the girl spoke, she wiped away her tears, looking utterly pitiful: "But I don't have enough courage yet. I don't dare to say who that person is. I'm so scared—"

"If you support me taking that step, please give me a like. I need your support, you who are watching!"

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Upon seeing the video, Mike's eyes widened, and he cursed, "That fucking son of a bitch! Bro, she's slandering you! That son of a bitch!"

"That bitch deliberately didn't say her name, trying to act scared. She just wanted to create suspense and hype so she could smear you!"

Mike was so angry his hands were trembling. He clicked on the video's comments and, sure enough, saw several comments stirring up trouble: "I live in Seattle, and I heard that this so-called South Side Saint is a street psychic who can exorcise evil spirits and bestow blessings—"

However, he was surrounded by dirty homeless people.

"That's right. It's said that there's no blessing or exorcism at all; those tents are just places where people are trading enhancement agents."

"Hey, if what you're saying is really true, why isn't the police doing anything? Did he bribe the police?"

"I know his name. His name is Bruce Wayne. He played Jack in 'Golden Childhood' —"

Although there were many insults directed at Angela and defenses of Wayne in the comments below, they clearly didn't generate much buzz.

The most liked comments were all denigrating Wayne and calling for "MeToo".

Veins bulged on Mike's forehead as he cursed, "These fucking bastards, these sons of bitches, I'm going to shoot them all! These pieces of shit!"

"I bet they've never even been to Saints Street before! And that woman I just saw—I've never seen her before either!"

This insult to his own brother made Mike even angrier than if he himself had been insulted.

The last time he felt this utterly enraged was when his house was destroyed by a wildfire and the insurance company refused to cover it.

Wayne casually clicked on the second link, which was another video on TikTok.

The woman featured in this video is a mixed-race, white, Latina woman in her thirties.

The woman did not cry, but said solemnly, "I swear to God, just two years ago, I was sexually assaulted by that Seattle street psychic—"

"Under the guise of exorcising evil spirits and bestowing blessings, he put his hand inside my clothes and molested me for half an hour."

"Although I can't remember the exact month and date, this matter has been like a thorn stuck in my heart ever since, causing me to suffer every day."

"Thank you, Angela. If Angela hadn't mustered the courage to stand up, I wouldn't have dared to tell the truth either—"

"I think he will ultimately be punished by God and the law!"

After watching the video, Mike was so angry that veins popped out on his forehead. He yelled, "Two years ago?! Two years ago, bro, you were still in Los Angeles! How many days had you been a medium?!"

"And what do you mean by 'can't remember the month and date'? What the hell is this if not slander?! These fucking vile bitches, these liars!"

As he spoke, Mike slammed his fist against the wall, as if he wanted to smash those bastards who were slandering his good brother.

He reached out and clicked on the remaining links, most of which were veiled accusations against this woman and that Angela.

They didn't say their names directly, but only vaguely mentioned the words "Saints of South Seattle" and "street psychics."

However, many accounts in their comment section have started a stir, directly revealing Wayne's real name.

Besides these two, another woman posted a video in which she also mentioned that she had gone to "Saints Street" to receive blessings from the South District Saints, during which the other party harassed her in many ways.

This is an obese Black woman.

They're obviously just trying to gain attention.

Wayne said calmly, "It seems some people are planning an attack on me; they're gathering their forces—"

The sudden sexual assault allegations against the "Southern Saints" are highly suspicious; it would be strange if no one was behind them.

These online videos were just a test.

The opposing side is gradually building momentum, waiting to launch an attack against Wayne.

Once the publicity campaign ends, lawsuits will inevitably follow.

This is an old trick in the United States, and the Democrats often prefer to play this game.

In Seattle, a Democratic stronghold, this kind of thing is hardly surprising.

He patted Mike on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, bro, God is on our side."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Have the David brothers contact that former FBI friend, find out the addresses of these people, and express my apologies to them."

A street psychic who claims to be a "saint," a church elder, or even an ICE supervisor would be afraid of such accusations and would be powerless to deal with them.

However, this was not a big problem for the Saints' Godfather.

Mike sighed and said, "Bro, your biggest weakness is that you're too kind. Is there any need to apologize to people like this? We should call the police immediately—no, we should file a lawsuit against them right now!"

"Their baseless accusations and framing without any evidence constitute a serious criminal offense!"

Wayne shook his head and said, "The people behind them are waiting for me to file a lawsuit and fall into a self-incriminating trap."

"Don't worry, bro, even if we don't go looking for them, they'll come looking for me."

In the United States, such lawsuits are all too common.

Among them are some important figures.

In the American political climate, this is practically a weapon that can destroy a person.

Even sexual assault lawsuits against the current president ultimately come without any evidence, relying solely on a single statement from the plaintiff.

The president lost the case because the jury held the absurd reason that "you should be held responsible even though there is no evidence."

The so-called "Leaving aside the facts, don't you bear any responsibility?"

Former Virginia Lieutenant Governor Justin Fairfax was forced to resign due to two sexual assault charges filed more than a decade ago that had no evidence whatsoever.

He lost his job, his wife and children left him, and he spent his days drinking heavily. In the end, he killed his ex-wife in front of his children.

In the United States, such lawsuits, especially sexual assault lawsuits against politicians, are often backed by political forces and are part of a common tactic to take someone down.

Once you fall into the self-justification trap, your reputation is completely ruined.

After calming the furious Mike down, Wayne and his men put all three million dollars from the refrigerator into bags and took the cash back to the underground shelter.

Seeing Wayne and the others return, David, his shoulder bandaged, rushed to greet them, cursing from afar: "These damn lying bitches! That's how they burned so many black brothers alive back then, in Alabama and those Southern plantation states, just because they glanced at white women!"

"This is the fucking new era of slave hunting, except the targets have changed from black people to anyone they don't like!"

"If I didn't have a shoulder injury, I'd be going to find those white bitches right now and ask them how they were sexually assaulted remotely!"

He had already reached Wayne, his face solemn as he said in a deep voice, "Bro, we're in deep trouble. This is fucking Blue State. This tactic is shameless but effective. They can really destroy you—"

"Remember that former FBI agent I met in the daily wage parade? He told me some inside stories; they've done this to current presidents before, yes, the FBI was involved—"

Wayne nodded and said, "Brother David, this is exactly what I wanted to tell you. Help me invite that former FBI agent over. I want to meet him and buy some information from him."

David clicked his tongue and said, "Okay, bro, but this guy is a bit... special, so you'd better be prepared."

David then asked Wayne curiously, "Wayne, how's that CJNG group doing?"

"Brother David, the person who hurt you can't hurt you anymore," Wayne said with a smile. "Let me take another look at your wounds."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and placed it on David's shoulder, activating the power of [Basic Witch Doctor].

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved (Master 12.3% + 0.1%).

[Experience points +1]

Mike slapped David hard across the head and yelled, "You fucking nigger! The Wayne brothers killed everyone in CJNG for you! Everyone! You're a fucking enviable nigger!"

David was taken aback at first, then scratched the back of his head and chuckled to himself.

She even became a little shy.

My brother is being way too over the top; he's spoiling me rotten.

The three were joking and laughing when Wayne's phone vibrated again. He pressed the answer button and heard Hunter's urgent voice coming from the other end: "Manager Wayne, I'm sorry to disturb your rest, you'd better come over, something big has happened—no, something amazing has happened!"

"We—we've found the body of Pepe Cervantes! He was a close associate of Al Menjo, and this case is very likely connected to Menjo!"

"Hahaha, the DEA and FBI are here too, but I had them stopped outside. They're all green with envy. Come and see!"