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Chapter 400 Killing Wayne (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Thanks to the gentleman with the username 'Aryan Superman' for gifting the yacht!" The live streamer, who was on the go, shouted loudly while looking at his phone screen. At the same time, he handed the filming equipment to a bodyguard next to him and danced a celebratory dance in front of the camera.

After he finished dancing, he pointed to Wayne not far away and said, "Look, that guy in the robe who looks like Jesus Christ, he just took down a lot of evil machete vagrants, and now he's blessing an old woman, hahaha, he looks like Moon Knight or Daredevil—"

"Tsk tsk, this is truly touching, but—"

As he spoke, the man selling the knives pulled out several more machetes from the large plastic bag, along with a bunch of cigarettes and a few bottles of liquor. He waved them in front of the camera and said, "Next, I'll distribute these things again, so that those poor, lowly cockroaches can have a choice again."

"They'll have machetes to protect themselves, spiked cigarettes, and strong liquor. What will they do next? It's really something to look forward to!"

As he spoke, he ran to the side of the road, kicked a sleeping homeless man awake, and left behind a machete, a few cigarettes, and a bottle of strong liquor.

There are just too many homeless people on this street. Even after the incident where a homeless man went berserk and attacked people, there are still many homeless people sleeping on the side of the street. Because they are high on drugs, they didn't hear the chaotic screams just now.

Many homeless people are no longer concerned about life and death.

This also led to several homeless people being killed in their sleep when the homeless man went berserk and started attacking others.

In the mobile live stream room, the number of viewers was skyrocketing, and all sorts of comments were pouring in like a waterfall: "Wow, bro, you should give them guns."

"Get some fentanyl; these homeless people on the street love it."

"God, I can't even imagine what these homeless people would do with knives—you fucking damn scum demon."

"You're doing a good deed, bro! You're helping this country clean up the garbage and cockroaches from the bottom! Ignore the voices against you, I fucking love watching this stuff!"

"Quick, let them drink, give them the knives! I bet at least ten people will die on this street tonight."

"That guy who bestows blessings looks kind of familiar... but he's too far away to see clearly—"

"I feel like I've seen him somewhere before—he looks a bit like those Seattle South Side Saints?"

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The live stream chat was filled with various opinions, and the streamer who was selling knives on credit was still constantly giving away knives, cigarettes, and alcohol, and even a combination of a large bottle of strong liquor bundled with a machete.

Having witnessed the carnage, many people are now scrambling to get a knife to protect themselves.

Moreover, once others see that someone else has claimed it, the next person has no choice but to claim it as well.

Otherwise, if you don't have a knife, you'll only be the one getting slashed.

"Take it, take it, this is for your safety!"

"I'm a fucking philanthropist!"

The streamer, who was distributing weapons and cigarettes and alcohol on credit, said with a loud laugh.

These remarks once again ignited the live stream, with viewers either supporting and praising him or launching a frenzy of abuse. Some praised him as an American cleaner, while others called him an executioner.

But this white streamer who sold knives on credit didn't care about any of that; all he wanted was views.

With traffic comes money.

Those homeless people who received the liquor and cigarettes couldn't wait to unscrew the caps and start chugging the liquor.

Or they might start by putting spiced cigarettes in their mouths, lighting them, and puffing away.

For their extremely impoverished and homeless lives on the streets, spirits and cigarettes were absolute luxuries.

It is a mental anesthetic that allows them to temporarily forget their situation.

Many people choose tonics mainly because tobacco and alcohol are too expensive. Twenty dollars for fentanyl compounds is enough to keep them high for a week, but it can't even buy a bottle of spirits.

Therefore, once given the opportunity, most people choose to enjoy it immediately.

Otherwise, what if someone steals all these good things?

What if they die?

Drinking everything and taking all the cigarettes is the most correct and best choice.

Meanwhile, in his live stream, new comments kept appearing: "Look at that guy who's taking down those crazy homeless people, what's he doing?"

"I think I remember who this is. This is Bruce Wayne, that Seattle South Side Saints guy—"

"Is it really him? I can't see him very clearly—"

"Wayne? That white church elder who gave out baby formula, what kind of last conscience do white Americans have? Fuck him and kill him!"

"Kill him!"

In the live stream room of the "Shopkeeper" streamer, a giant rocket suddenly shot into the sky, indicating that someone had made a huge donation.

At the same time, a line of large text appeared on the live stream screen: "Let those homeless lunatics chop this guy up, and I'll give you ten more rockets!"

Seeing this, the knife-selling streamer's eyes lit up, and he grinned, "Thank you, Mr. Aryan Superman! Of course, I think you'll see this soon, and I'll be getting my rocket—"

As he spoke, he pulled out several hundred-yuan bills from his pocket, temporarily muted his phone's microphone, and said to the group of homeless men who were flaunting their knives and liquor, "Hey brothers, see this cash? Now, whoever can chop that damn guy in the white robe down gets all this money!"

As he spoke, he picked up the bag in his hand: "And there's the rest of the liquor and cigarettes in this bag! That's a dozen bottles of strong liquor and hundreds of heavily processed cigarettes!"

Seeing the banknotes waving in the hands of the knife-selling streamer and the two heavily armed bodyguards behind him, and then looking at the man kneeling on one knee holding an injured homeless man not far away, the homeless men, stimulated by alcohol and enhancers, exchanged glances, picked up their machetes, and turned to rush towards Wayne!

On the streets of America, a drug addict or a homeless alcoholic might kill someone for twenty dollars.

The streamer was waving a full five hundred dollars in his hand, enough for them to do anything.

"It's starting, it's starting, friends!" The knife-selling streamer was beaming with excitement, instructing his bodyguard to point his phone camera at Wayne. "I told you, these fucking homeless people are all a bunch of lunatics and psychopaths. They don't care about anything, they just want to have fun!"

At the same time, Wayne raised his hand and pressed it against the wound on the neck of the homeless woman in his arms, instantly activating the power of a basic witch doctor.

The homeless woman with a slashed neck felt a warm current surge from the wound, and the pain and weakness quickly subsided. Her eyes widened as she looked at Wayne, muttering, "My God, sir—what did you do to me? God, this is impossible—this is medically impossible—"

She was saved; that was something she was absolutely certain of.

However, the process of being rescued was far beyond her imagination and all her experience.

"You—your hands—your hands have done what top-level surgery can do, and far better!"

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The woman was trembling all over, and tears were already streaming from her eyes.

She had just thought she had died in this undeserved disaster, that her life had come to an end.

But she never expected that the man in front of her would simply touch her wound and save her from the brink of death.

There's absolutely no need for an ambulance.

"I used to be a pediatrician earning 30 a year. What you've done is simply inexplicable by medicine and science. What is this—" Struggling to his feet, he touched the wound on his neck that had almost completely disappeared, and murmured as he looked at Wayne, "You—miracles exist, you are a true saint—"

Suddenly, her face showed terror, and she pointed behind Wayne and shouted, "Sir, watch out!"

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved: Master 32.2% + 0.8%

[Experience points +8]

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