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Chapter 464 Loyalty! (Seeking monthly votes)

Hotel high-rise.

The cleaning staff were cleaning the room when Andrei stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of vodka, overlooking the Los Angeles night view.

The entire Russian mafia in Los Angeles has been eradicated.

The group of people most loyal to their original leader, Nikolai, have all been killed.

He is the current boss.

They controlled all the businesses and funds of the Russian mafia.

In Mafia gangs, there is little loyalty; it's all about self-interest.

Moreover, he is now siding with the Ukrainian military, which is obviously more advantageous in the United States than his original patron, the Russian military.

Even forming gangs requires adherence to political correctness.

Aside from Sofia, Remy, and others who escaped, only a handful were truly loyal to Nikolai and willing to die for him; the rest could be bought off with money.

The moment Nikolai was blown up by him, the ending was already sealed.

All that's left is to get rid of that little girl, Sofia.

"Boss, we've found out where they went. Remy and his gang stole two cars and headed towards Slums. Someone said they entered Slums and accepted the protection of a gang leader named Wayne." A subordinate quickly entered the room and reported to Andrei.

Wayne? Bruce Wayne? Andrei raised an eyebrow, then a slight smile appeared on his lips.

interesting.

The sham marriage that Sofia had arranged for her to obtain a new identity was orchestrated by him.

That's why he knows so much about the down-on-his-luck former child star, Bruce Wayne.

The other party is a cowardly bastard.

He was also aware that Sophia had been angry and that Nikolai had ordered Remy to capture Wayne.

Unexpectedly, Wayne became a street gang leader and even took Sophia under his protection.

This is so interesting!

Andrei had no idea that this pitiful and cowardly Wayne could really amount to anything; he figured he was just a bunch of homeless people on the street trying to stick together for warmth.

They can wipe out the opponent with ease.

His gaze sharpened instantly, and he said, "Organize men and bring him back—life or death."

With that, he downed the vodka in his glass in one gulp, a hint of disdain in his expression.

Now he is the boss of the Russian mafia. After killing Nikolai and taking over, it is time for him to establish his authority!

Including Wayne, he remembered that some bigwigs in American politics and business were also very interested in Wayne.

He could capture her along with Sofia and send them away as a gift to consolidate his power in America.

At Andrei's command, a series of footsteps sounded outside.

The Russian mafia members, who had just been purged, immediately began to take action.

They wanted to make a good impression on the new boss.

Inside the tent in the poor street, Wayne looked at the system panel in front of him with a surprised expression.

Entering a dream once consumed an entire point of mental energy.

I've had ten basic witch doctor treatments.

However, the gains were equally enormous.

The Dream Realm skill level was directly increased to 10% of the beginner level, and ten experience points were also added.

Looking down, he saw Sophia lying on a blanket inside the tent, her eyes closed, her brows slightly furrowed, murmuring, "Wayne? What are you doing here?"

Clearly, she saw Wayne in her dream.

Wayne nodded slightly.

It seems that [Entering the Dream] also allows him to interact with the dreamer in the other person's dream.

This time it was a bit rushed, next time we can try to see how much interaction we can achieve.

If we could achieve something like Inception, where a thought could be implanted into the mind of the dream's owner, that would be amazing.

It's a deadly weapon for religious proselytizing.

For example, you could go to a White House press conference or a sporting event, stare at the dozing president, and plant the idea in his mind that "Bruce Wayne is the savior." That would make many things much easier.

"Ah————" A painful groan came from outside.

There are people injured.

Wayne lifted the tent flap and went outside, where he saw Remy and the others sitting on the ground resting. Among them were an injured Yakut and a Buryat.

The Yakut man had an injured arm and was having his wound bandaged by his companion.

The groaning I heard just now was caused by strong vodka being poured on the wound.

The Buryat man lying on the ground had been shot in the abdomen. Remy and the others were trying to clean his wound with strong vodka, but they were helpless.

In this situation, sending them to the hospital would definitely lead to a police investigation, and the illegal clinic they were familiar with would certainly have been taken over by Andrei.

They've set a trap; we'll have to wait until dawn to see what happens.

Judging from his gunshot wound, it's hard to say whether he can hold on until then.

Everything is up to fate.

The gunmen Remy brought clearly understood this as well, and their faces showed great frustration and seriousness.

They are themselves ethnic minorities on the Russian border and were cannon fodder on the Russian-Ukrainian battlefield.

He survived after narrowly escaping death and made it to his discharge from the army. He originally wanted to come to America to enjoy life and earn some extra money to support his family living in the harsh and cold border regions of Russia.

Little did he expect that his companion would soon perish in a foreign land.

"Why did Andre attack them?" Wayne asked in a deep voice, looking at the busy crowd.

Remy sighed and said, "Andrei took the money from the Ukrainians and completely betrayed his motherland. These brothers are survivors of the Russo-Ukrainian war, and they all have Ukrainian lives on their hands. Andrei's first act is to eliminate them to prove his loyalty to the Ukrainians—"

Anger and sorrow were evident on the faces of the gunmen.

They never imagined that they would become Andrei's pledge of allegiance to the Ukrainian military.

"Ugh—cough cough—cough cough—" The Buryat man lying on the ground suddenly coughed violently, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.

He's dying.

A brown-eyed man gripped his hand tightly and began to chant softly.

That seemed to be a long shamanic song.

He was seeing off his brother.

The remaining few, their faces filled with grief, knelt beside their dying comrade, awaiting their final moments.

They are soldiers, but also brothers and family.

Seeing this, Wayne sighed, stepped forward, bent down, and pressed his hand against the Briat man who had a wound in his abdomen.

Before anyone around could react, he had already inserted two fingers directly into the torn wound in the other person's abdomen.

The Buryat cried out in pain, his body arching violently.

The others around immediately shouted, trying to stop Wayne's actions.

In the next instant, Wayne had already extended his fingers and pulled out a bullet.

Immediately afterward, he placed his hand on the Buryat man's wound and instantly activated the power of [Basic Witch Doctor].

The Buryat man, who had been trembling and groaning, suddenly jolted, then looked at Wayne in disbelief, muttering in Russian, "You are—you are a shaman!? My wound—Tengri—my wound is healing—"

The few people who had initially tried to stop Wayne witnessed something unbelievable:

The wound in his companion's abdomen, the bloody hole made by the bullet, was closing up at a speed visible to the naked eye!

His originally pale face gradually regained its color.

From being on the verge of death, he has now become seriously injured and is still recovering!

Just then, Wayne withdrew his hand.

The Buryat man shuddered, pressing his wound in disbelief, only to find it had completely healed.

"This is the power of Tengri—this is the power that belongs to Tengri—" he said, trembling.

At the same time, Wayne had already placed his hand on the wound of the injured man next to him and asked, "What's your name?"

The man paused, then said, "Nyugon, sir, my name is Nugon—"

Wayne said calmly, "Very well, Nugon, from now on, you will work for me."

As he spoke, he activated the power of [Basic Witch Doctor] once again.

To Nugon's astonishment, the bullet wound began to heal at a visible speed.

"Yuruen Ai Toyon—" Niugong murmured, the name of the Yakut shamanistic supreme creator god, "God, I—I have felt your power—"

As he spoke, his wounds had completely healed, leaving only a small scar, and he had recovered from his weakened state.

After Wayne finished doing all this, the expressions on the faces of the gunmen who had come down from the battlefield changed from initial suspicion to shock and utter admiration.

The men exchanged glances, having reached a tacit understanding, and knelt down in unison, pressing their hands to their hearts. The one in the lead, presumably their leader, spoke to Wayne in broken English: "Sir, my name is Bayer, and I am the captain of this squad. We are all brothers from the frontier region. We help each other on the battlefield, just like blood brothers."

"Thank you for saving Nugon and Valen's lives. From this day forward, we will serve you with our lives."

As they spoke, they all clenched their fists and pounded them hard against their chests, shouting in unison, "Loyalty!"

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved: Master 41.8% + 0.2%

Experience Points: 78+2