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Chapter 467 Mexican Mafia Hitman (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Upon hearing Wayne's words, Sophia trembled and opened her icy blue eyes.

It turned out that the other party had already discovered that she was awake!

Sofia took a deep breath, propped herself up, and said to Wayne, "Mr. Wayne, thank you for your help. The Russian Mafia will not forget this kindness."

Wayne seemed not to hear him and said towards the outside of the tent, "Next."

He then turned to Sofia with a blank expression and said, "If you want to stay, you have to work."

Sofia asked, somewhat taken aback, "Work? What kind of work?"

Wayne said calmly, "Go out and see for yourself, and you'll understand."

As they were speaking, another ragged man entered the tent and knelt down before Wayne with a devout expression.

He murmured, "Holy benefactor—oh God, have mercy, I have finally seen you, Holy Sir—"

"I have been baptized by the missionaries of the Kingdom of Heaven Church, and I have learned of your great deeds. I only wish to meet you, this true saint—"

Looking at the man before him, Wayne calmly said, "Dick, what promises did the Mexican Mafia make you? If you kill me here, do you really think you can leave alive?"

The man with the scar on his face trembled, staring at Wayne with disbelief, his eyes darting away, muttering, "Oh, sir, I don't understand—I don't understand what you mean—I'm just a new member of the Church of Heaven—"

Wayne sighed, still looking gently at the man before him, and said, "Now that you've listened to the missionaries' sermons, you should understand the power I possess—I know many things."

Dick shuddered, staring at Wayne before him, and murmured, "They say you're a prophet—an omniscient one—but how could that be—I—"

Wayne said slowly, "Never mind that, Dick, my friend. I know you've been suffering from headaches and neuralgia, which has weakened and driven you insane, burdened your family with debt, and affected your child—oh, poor little Dina, she needs treatment too—"

"Working for the Mexican Mafia must be tough, right? The committee is nothing but a grinder that devours you without leaving a trace, until you're completely drained of blood and flesh."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore—"

As he spoke, Wayne raised his hand and placed it on Dick's forehead, instantly activating the power of [Basic Witch Doctor].

Warm energy surged into Dick's body, curing his long-standing headaches and neuralgia almost instantly.

Dick felt as if his original ailments had vanished almost instantly, as if they had never existed.

He has never been in such good condition.

His already robust body now appears even more imposing, and he is in far better shape than before.

He was even confident of winning the championship in a Mexican Mafia boxing match.

"This—this is—" Dick raised his hand and clenched his fist, looking at his muscular arm with disbelief.

look.

Immediately afterwards, the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of him opened his arms and said, "Dick, my friend, now I have completed God's mission, I have exorcised evil and blessed you, and you can also complete your mission."

"Come on, what does the Mexican Mafia Commission want you to do? Do they want my head? Or a picture of my death?"

Let's get started.

As he spoke, Wayne slowly closed his eyes.

Dick Landau — A Mexican Mafia member, a low-level hitman, and a skilled fighter. Due to chronic neuralgia and headaches, he suffers from mental instability, irritability, and is known as "Mad Dog Dick." His daughter, Dina, has autism and requires long-term treatment.

Seeing the calm expression on the face of the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of him, Dick was stunned and didn't know what to do.

Looking at the frail appearance of the saint Wayne before him, he didn't need any weapons at all; he could kill him with just close combat.

Not to mention that the other party helped him cure the illness that had plagued him for a long time, allowing him to reach his peak condition.

But does he really intend to kill the other person?

There are such kind and holy people in this world!

He's just like a legendary paladin—no, he's a true saint!

Sofia, standing to the side, looked shocked and wary.

She could tell that this seemingly crazy guy in front of her had definitely killed a lot of people; she had seen that look in the eyes of Russian mafia hitmen before.

Has Wayne gone mad?

Although he possesses some kind of divine power, he is not good at fighting.

He looks like a frail, scholarly fellow.

If this guy in front of him really goes berserk and attacks him, then it will be too late!

Sofia took a deep breath and reached into her outer thigh, touching the dagger strapped to her leg.

They'll act on Dick as soon as things turn out badly.

Although she was no match for them, if she could just stall for a little while, the people outside would burst in.

Just then, Dick, who was struggling with his inner turmoil, trembled all over, tears streaming down his face. He suddenly knelt down, sobbing, and cried to Wayne, "Holy one, please help me! I am guilty! I am a sinner! I actually harbored evil thoughts towards a saint—"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face.

One, two, three —

In the blink of an eye, blood was already flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Wayne sighed, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Dick in front of him, and said, "Dick, my child, I think you have realized your mistake—"

"Go, bring Dina here. I will exorcise evil spirits from her and bless her, awakening her lost soul."

Dick's face immediately lit up with ecstasy as he looked at Wayne and asked, "Sir, really—really? But Dina has already—I've taken her to so many doctors and spent so much money on rehabilitation, but it's no use at all—"

Wayne nodded slightly: "Of course, Dick, have faith in God's power, I will bless her."

"I know the Mexican Mafia is after me, but that doesn't affect my equal treatment of everyone. If your friends need a blessing, bring them along."

Dick's face was now solemn and reverent, and two lines of tears slid down his cheeks as he murmured, "But I tell you, do not resist an evil person. If someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn the other cheek also—" (Matthew 5:38-39, Sermon on the Mount).

"Oh, sir, you are a true saint—may the saints bless you—I will confess to you for all eternity that I have ever had sinful thoughts—"

As he spoke, Dick knelt down, crawled forward on his knees, kissed the ring on Wayne's hand, then prostrated himself on the ground before slowly getting up and backing away from the tent.

Sofia, standing to the side, was completely stunned.

She never imagined that Wayne could so easily subdue a hitman from the Mexican Mafia with just a few words!

This feels like a dream.

As a princess of the Russian Mafia, she naturally understood that the Mexican Mafia were a group of ruthless outlaws, all extremely powerful and utterly devoid of morality.

Yet this assassin, who had infiltrated the tent, was completely subdued by Wayne with just a few words.

And judging from his appearance, he really was preparing to introduce his friends to come again.

Sophia looked at the black-haired, black-eyed man and felt a little dizzy.

He seemed to possess a kind of magic, radiating a dazzling holy light that defied description.

Sophia shook her head vigorously, got up, and walked out of Wayne's tent.

Looking up, I saw that the whole street was completely different from last night.

Dozens of people were queuing in front of the tent, and there was a group of people carrying cameras and recording equipment, facing the tent, as if they were filming a movie.

Not far away, a large pot had been set up at some point, and some people were distributing food.

On a step by the street, a man in a gray robe stood solemnly, preaching to the dozens of people surrounding him.

People were frequently moved on the spot and immediately ran to Wayne's tent to line up.

At the street corner not far away, the Yakuts and Buryats she had brought were on guard duty alongside several of Wayne's men, looking on alert.

Not far away, several people in slightly worn medical uniforms were performing basic medical examinations on some people who were clearly low-income.

The whole street was bustling with activity.

Is this still a poor street in Los Angeles?

As Sofia was thinking, a Black man wearing an expensive watch, who was distributing food, waved to her and said, "Hey, come help us, we're short-handed!"

Just then, the roar of a car engine came, and then seven or eight black sedans came roaring up and stopped at the street corner.

A group of tall men in long black overcoats got off the car; they were Russians.

Rod and his men immediately drew their guns and stepped forward, engaging in a standoff with the other side.

Sofia became instantly alert when she saw the familiar car models and license plates.

He's a member of the Russian mafia!

Andrei's men are catching up!

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved: Master 42.2% + 0.1%

Experience Points: 82+1