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Chapter 401 I Did Not Break the Law (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Wayne remained calm, and the instant the former pediatrician shouted, he suddenly turned around and threw a punch with lightning speed.

Just then, a homeless man who was charging at him with a knife was seen rushing towards him from behind. Before he could even make a move, blood splattered from his nose, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

"Holy crap, what just happened?" The knife-selling streamer, who was filming nearby, was stunned and blurted out.

Wayne's movements were so fast that he left only a blur, and the people around him couldn't even see what he was doing.

At the same time, several other homeless men wielding knives rushed up to Wayne, vying to swing their knives at him.

"Sir, watch out!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Those sons of bitches!"

The homeless men he had just treated shouted loudly, some picking up a fallen machete and rushing over to help Wayne out of the predicament.

They all personally experienced the power of Wayne's blessing, a power akin to a miracle, which filled them with immense gratitude towards Wayne.

Naturally, no one could be allowed to harm Wayne.

This is an instinctive reaction.

But in the next instant, something shocking happened.

The man with the gentle face, black hair and black eyes like Jesus reincarnated suddenly unleashed a beast-like power and threw a punch!

The homeless man at the front, who was holding a knife, was punched in the abdomen. He flew several meters through the air, vomiting up stomach acid while still in the air, before crashing heavily to the ground. His machete also flew out of his hand.

"Bang!"

The punch has arrived, and the sound has already followed!

Then the saint Wayne strolled leisurely among a group of knife-wielding vagrants, with bursts of sound that blasted through the air erupting from his front.

With each explosion, a homeless man was sent flying backward, his long knife slipping from his hand.

A dozen seconds later, when Wayne had taken a dozen steps, all the homeless men with knives had been knocked away and were curled up on the ground groaning, unable to even stand up.

Judging from their appearance, they not only suffered a severe blow, but also seemed to have experienced a drug addiction, turning into a mushy mess!

Only the black-haired, black-eyed man remained standing there, like a demon god in the night against the backdrop of the gleaming silver machetes scattered all around!

"Holy crap, traditional martial arts really are all killing techniques, I love to tell the truth!" The lecturer next to him stared in disbelief at everything in front of him, rubbing his calf muscles as he muttered to himself.

This scene also excited the knife-selling streamer, who, while broadcasting the entire event live, shouted wildly, "Great! Fantastic! Now, let's see the real-life Daredevil, Seattle Saint, Mr. Bruce Wayne!"

"Brothers, did you see that? This damn Mr. Wayne took down dozens of crazy homeless men all by himself!"

He's practically a street god!

The streamer, who was selling knives on credit, shouted in an exaggerated voice, appearing very excited as he watched the number of viewers online.

At this point, there were already thousands of viewers in his live stream, and the number was still rising, with people constantly giving him virtual gifts.

This will bring him huge traffic, which is a huge source of income!

"Oh, and by the way, did you guys see those damn homeless bastards? Those guys are actually kneeling before Bruce Wayne, it's hilarious!"

At that moment, the former pediatrician named Edith was the first to kneel down before Wayne, murmuring, "God, Savior, Saint above, you are the Messiah who has returned. You saved my life. May God bless you forever—"

Meanwhile, the homeless people around them who had been rescued by Wayne knelt down to pray to Wayne or express their gratitude.

Especially those who had just been slashed and then treated by Wayne.

They were fully aware of just how dangerous things had just happened.

If it weren't for Wayne, they would already be corpses on the ground.

"Oh my god, this is so touching, it's enough to bring tears to my eyes—everyone, remember to follow the streamer—what do you mean he's coming towards me?" the streamer, who was selling knives on credit, said, looking at the comments in the live stream.

Then he looked up sharply and saw the black-haired, black-eyed man in a white robe striding toward him!

"Keith Castillo," Wayne announced loudly.

Upon hearing this name, the knife-selling streamer trembled all over, staring wide-eyed at the other person as if he had seen a ghost.

That's his real name!

"You—how could you—"

A look of panic crossed his face, and he asked involuntarily.

How do you know my name?

Wayne asked calmly, "Why did you do this?"

Without hesitation, the host Keith blurted out, "Of course, it's for the views."

(Keith Castillo himself)

It's all about traffic and money.

As for whether those homeless people at the bottom of society will die because of this, what does that have to do with me?

Do you think they won't die if I don't use my knife?

funny.

He couldn't help but smile. His two heavily armed bodyguards, whom he had hired at high salaries, were no pushovers. This was the biggest reason why he dared to come to a poor street to cause trouble.

He snapped his fingers and said, "Hey, gentlemen, this damn saint seems to have some problems that need solving."

His two bodyguards immediately stepped forward to shield him, simultaneously pulling open their trench coats, grabbing the pistols hanging from the lining, and saying to Wayne, "Stay away from my boss, MotherFucker!"

One of the bodyguards simply pulled out his gun and pointed it diagonally at the ground, ready to fire a warning shot if Wayne dared to take another step forward.

Keith, the streamer known for selling knives on credit, grinned smugly and said, "Mr. Wayne, wow, I didn't expect you to be an internet celebrity too. This is great! I think tonight's live stream will give me a lot more followers and views—"

"I think we can definitely cooperate, Mr. Wayne. I'll give these lowly cockroaches the knife, and you can bless them. What do you say?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than one of the bodyguards shouted, "Stop! Don't go any further!"

Before he could finish speaking, Wayne suddenly lunged forward, displaying terrifying explosive power, and crashed into the arms of another bodyguard like a cannonball!

His movements were so fast that the other party had no time to react. There was a "crack" sound of bones breaking, and the bodyguard spat out blood as he flew backward toward the other bodyguard, his pistol instantly slipping from his hand.

The other bodyguard instinctively tried to reach out to catch him, but suddenly his vision blurred and Wayne was already less than a meter in front of him.

Fist Shadow!

The bodyguard felt as if his chin had been hit by a truck, then everything went black and he lost consciousness.

"Thump thump—" Two muffled sounds rang out, and the two armed bodyguards didn't even have time to react before they were fast asleep like babies.

"Crack—" The live-streaming phone, which was originally in a bodyguard's hand, fell to the ground and the screen shattered.

Keith, the knives-selling streamer, looked panicked and quickly backed away, saying, "You—what do you want? You can't hurt me! I haven't done anything illegal!"

According to US law, distributing knives, alcohol, and cigarettes to homeless people on the street does not violate any laws or regulations.

He could even be considered a good person.

However, the man in front of them clearly did not think so.

At this point, both of his bodyguards were knocked to the ground, and his live-streaming phone was also damaged. He had completely lost all his support.

Keith waved his hand and backed away repeatedly, unable to see any emotion in the man opposite him.

It's as if he's a fake.

This filled him with extreme fear.

He simply couldn't imagine how badly he would be beaten by the other party.

Just then, a piercing siren blared, followed by a police car that screeched to a halt right next to Keith on the street.

Two police officers got out of the car, pointed their guns at Wayne, and shouted, "Sir, hands up!"

"Put down your weapons immediately!"

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