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Upon seeing the prompt on the panel, Wayne raised an eyebrow.

Unexpectedly, completing the "Using a Borrowed Knife to Kill" quest also increases health.

His health points increased to 300!

At that moment, his gaze suddenly fell on his personal stats on the panel.

Stamina: 5.3

Intelligence: 2.3

Mental Power: 3.6

Blood volume: 300

Unbeknownst to him, all of his indicators, except for intelligence, had reached the requirements for a level 4 witch doctor.

I wonder what new skills this level 4 witch doctor will unlock...

You still have one free attribute point, which can be used to save your life in critical moments.

However, he still has the protection of the Red King from the Deer Antler Society, so he doesn't need to worry about losing a few points of freedom.

Moreover, once upgraded, you may receive even more rewards from the system!

On the street in the slums, Wayne took a deep breath and immediately added that one point of free attribute to Intelligence.

Intelligence: 3.3.

[Your intelligence has increased, allowing you to sense the aura emanating from relics within your sight.]

Wayne's eyes lit up.

When he last allocated points to Intelligence, he reached the Enlightenment skill.

Now it seems that with the further improvement in intelligence, this time he has not only acquired the skill of consecration, but also the skill of searching for holy relics!

For him, every relic possesses immense power, so naturally the more the better.

Wayne had already been planning to search for relics at the auction, and now that possibility has become a reality!

Before I could think any further, a prominent notification appeared on the panel again:

[Your basic attributes have met the requirements for a level 4 profession, and you are about to be promoted.]

Your level has been increased; you have been promoted to Witch Doctor (Level 4)

[Gain a brand new exclusive skill: Dream Entry (Beginner)]

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[You have received an upgrade gift: Holy Light *1; Levitation *1]

To become stronger, you need more experience points.

You have gained Majesty: The Sacred Barrier

Upon seeing the upgrade prompts appear before him, Wayne's long-dormant heart instantly stirred with excitement.

[Entering a Dream]!

This skill, as the name suggests, allows you to directly enter a person's dream.

For him right now, it couldn't be more perfect.

It is important to know that throughout the United States, every day tens of thousands of people claim to have dreamt of God and received a calling.

Dream prophecy is an absolute game-changer in the religious field.

Because people are defenseless in dreams.

After waking up, people often attribute their dreams to their subconscious, thus believing that dreams are a form of self-revelation.

After all, everyone believes in themselves first!

If he had the opportunity to infiltrate the president's dream and directly instill his idea that he was the president's savior into the dream, the effect would certainly be outstanding.

Wayne then looked closely at the [Dream Entry] skill and saw the detailed description: the target must be face-to-face with the spellcaster, able to see the target, and the target must be asleep in order to activate the skill.

After all, this skill is still at a beginner level, which is quite normal.

I can't even imagine what it would be like to reach the Master level.

Suppressing his excitement, Wayne looked at the two upgraded gifts again.

The holy light goes without saying; it has already been used once before. The three-second self-illuminating, wide-area light is very suitable for missionary occasions.

He looked at the other gift.

[Levitation: You can levitate up to three meters within three seconds]

Wayne's eyes lit up immediately.

Another powerful tool for missionary work!

Imagine the sheer awe-inspiring effect of levitating during a large-scale missionary event—it would be absolutely extraordinary.

As for the final [Sacred Barrier] aura, it is similar to [Wizard's Breath], used to create atmosphere.

[Sacred Barrier: A unique aura of majesty belonging only to Saints with the Golden Title. A passive attribute that creates an aura of holiness, glory, awe, and spiritual cleansing around you.]

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Wayne took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, feeling his confidence in starting the American Civil War and establishing a heavenly kingdom on earth had grown even stronger.

Luo and the others, who were standing guard in the shadows, suddenly looked up at Wayne. For some reason, they felt that Mr. Wayne seemed different from before.

They seemed to become even more sacred, like saints who stepped out of a medieval religious painting... no, like Jesus!

Just looking at his figure, many of the homeless people around felt a vague urge to kneel down and pray.

It was already late at night.

The poor street, which has fifty blocks, was much quieter than during the day.

At the same time, many homeless people, both men and women, who take drugs or sleep during the day, have started to make a living on the streets.

The sparse streetlights were on, casting a slightly dim light on the street where Wayne was.

Luo stepped forward and said to Wayne:

"Sir, I have already sent the director and cinematographer back."

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"The director seemed startled, but the cinematographer was very excited, constantly marveling at the extremely high quality of the footage shot today, and even asking me when we would start tomorrow."

Wayne nodded slightly.

That photographer named Ah is really good.

The other party seemed to thoroughly enjoy filming in this dangerous situation.

As for director Josh, I believe he will gradually get used to it.

Luo then whispered to Wayne:

"Sir, please be careful lately. Today, quite a few Mexican Mafia members tried to infiltrate the Poor Street, but we chased them all away... However, if this continues, some people will definitely get in. We can't completely seal off the entire Poor Street."

Ever since the Mexican Mafia Commission issued the arrest warrant for Wayne, there has been a sense of impending doom in the poor streets.

Although several gangs from the Poor Street were patrolling the perimeter, and Luo and his personal guards were defending the inner layer, it's easy to dodge open attacks but hard to guard against hidden ones. No one knew when someone would completely infiltrate.

Wayne nodded and said:

"Thanks for your hard work."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted Luo on the shoulder.

These Saints members who came from Seattle, especially the Guard members like Luo, are all very valuable.

A fierce conflict with the Mexican Mafia is likely to break out next, and simply defending the poor streets is not a solution.

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It looks like we need to take care of the Mexican Mafia Committee as soon as possible...

Fortunately, Bourne had already provided dozens of names, including his brother Bernie.

He now needs a force capable of countering the Mexican Mafia...

Sending saints directly to your door is absolutely not an option, as it could easily lead to unnecessary casualties.

Perhaps the Church of Heaven could slowly infiltrate Timur State Prison where Bernie is located, and then take direct action against Bernie...

Most of these Mexican Mafia commissioners are imprisoned in heavy prisons and will never be paroled. While this restricts their freedom, it also provides a form of protection, allowing them to remotely control everything outside the prison without facing any danger.

This has become a paradox.

As Wayne was thinking, he heard the sound of engines and two cars came rushing towards him.

They were two black luxury cars.

Then several figures suddenly sprang out from the shadows at the street corner. James, holding an automatic rifle, shouted at the leading car:

"Who goes there! Stop the car!"

A screeching sound of brakes rang out, and the two luxury cars came to a stop.

By now, Wayne could see in the dim streetlights that both luxury cars appeared to have bullet holes.

It was clear that they had been through a fierce battle.

Immediately afterwards, the car door opened, and the people inside stepped out with their hands raised.

There were eight or nine people in the two vehicles together.

The first man was tall, with one ear wrapped in gauze; he was a familiar face.

Remy, a member of the Russian mafia.

"Mr. Wayne! We mean no harm, our boss wants to see you!" Remy shouted from afar.

Wayne said calmly:

"So, Mr. Nikolai has arrived?"

A tall, slender, model-like figure emerged from behind Remy, raised her hands, and said expressionlessly to Wayne:

"It's me, Wayne. I think we need to... talk..."

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