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Orion's tears kept flowing, and she cried like a child.

He's almost forty, not some naive young man in his early twenties.

Therefore, it is natural to understand what Wayne is doing.

The heat emanating from the other person's palm was healing his back.

For years, Orion has been constantly taking painkillers.

He also went to the hospital to seek treatment, and the answer he received was that these ailments were caused by overwork.

To get rid of back pain and straighten a hunchback, you need to rest for a long time.

He needs to rest well before he can work.

But this is a complete paradox.

If he takes a long break, he will lose his job. Once he loses his job, he will be unable to rest or treat himself. Once he loses treatment, he will also lose his job.

He's caught in an impossible triangle.

The only way to relieve the pain is with painkillers.

But he also understood that if things continued like this, he would completely collapse in a few years.

You might lose everything then.

What made him even more devastated was that a mere traffic violation fine caused him to lose everything prematurely.

A fine that cannot be paid within the deadline.

jail.

Just when he felt his life was completely over and all he wanted was to leave prison alive, he suddenly received a miraculous treatment. It was like seeing a rope hanging down from a mountainside in the depths of despair.

"Thank you... sir... are you an angel of God? You must be! God sent you to save me..." Orion said, weeping. He could feel that his long-standing injuries were almost completely healed.

His previously hunched back can now be straightened again.

Let him stand up like a normal person.

Orion looked up at the man before her and murmured, "..."

"Sir, may I ask your name? How should I address you?"

Wayne smiled slightly and said:

"Olay, good lad, you can stand up straight from now on... You can call me Wayne."

Orion nodded, his face full of gratitude, and said:

"Mr. Wayne, I will always remember this name..."

As he spoke, he stood up respectfully, straightened his back, and looked as if he had just received a blessing from God.

This scene sent chills down Ted's spine.

He knew this Orion too. He'd been here for many days, and although he hadn't caused much trouble and was clearly trying to make himself invisible, he was definitely a guy with a tough personality.

Therefore, Ted never provokes the other party.

This guy, facing this Wayne, became incredibly excited as if he'd been given a booster just from being lightly touched on the forehead. Even his hunchback straightened up.

It's just like a scene from a horror movie...

Who exactly is this Wayne?

God... what kind of devil have I provoked?

Ted leaned against the wall, wishing he could merge into it to avoid being discovered by that evil guy.

Wayne looked up at the curly-haired Latino man beside him and said with a smile:

"So, Gabriel, what do you want?"

The curly-haired young man was taken aback for a moment, then his face lit up with joy as he said:

"Sir, you know my name? God, I know you too! You must be that saint from Maple Street! I just came in last week, and I've heard your name before!"

"They say you exorcise evil spirits and cure all illnesses on the streets; you are a saint sent by God to earth, a righteous person of this world!"

"God! I never thought I'd see you here... Those damned corrupt cops, they actually arrested a saint! This country deserves to go to hell!"

Gabriel was overjoyed. He had heard of this saint's name and knew that he was a righteous person who did good for God.

He felt extremely honored at that moment.

Orion, standing nearby, was equally shocked and deeply moved upon hearing Wayne's title of "Saint."

I feel extremely honored.

Wayne said calmly:

"Gabriel, child, that's what they call me. So what do you want?"

"You ask, I give."

Gabriel's expression showed a hint of tension, clearly indicating that he too found this enormous opportunity hard to believe.

Because of his youth, he was relatively healthy and did not have any injuries that required the help of the saints to heal him.

Having struggled on the streets, he knew all too well that such an opportunity was rare and precious, and once missed, it would be gone forever.

He then abruptly pointed to Ted beside him, his eyes already brimming with tears, and pleaded with Wayne:

"Sir, I want him. I want an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

Ted, who was standing to the side, trembled all over and became visibly tense.

Thinking about what he had done to Gabriel these past few days, he felt a chill run down his spine.

The other party's retaliation will surely exceed his expectations.

Ted quickly looked at Wayne with pleading eyes, hoping for the other's mercy.

Wayne smiled slightly and looked at Gabriel with gentle eyes, saying:

"Can."

Having received Wayne's permission, Gabriel couldn't help but shout with joy:

"Great! Mr. Wayne, thank you so much!"

Then, with a cheerful smile, he walked towards Ted.

Although Ted was clearly a head taller than the young man, he dared not resist in the slightest. Involuntarily, he raised his arm to shield himself, and said in a trembling voice:

"What...what do you want to do? Gabriel, I...I've been pretty good to you, haven't I? At least I protected you, and didn't let others...let others bully you..."

His words only made things worse. Hearing Ted's reply, Gabriel's face darkened with anger. He shook his head and said:

"Didn't you say this morning that you were planning to trade me to the white gang?"

He then turned to look at Wayne, and sensing the approving look in the other's eyes, Gabriel snapped at Ted:

"Kneel on the ground!"

Ted shuddered, but seeing Wayne beside him, he had no choice but to obediently do as he was told.

The last thing he saw was the excited smile on the face of the young Latin American boy.

Wayne, standing to the side, was speechless, feeling both annoyed and amused.

However, the profile of this young man named Gabriel clearly states that he lost both his parents when he was young and grew up with his grandmother, suffering humiliation on the streets.

It seems his mind had already become twisted.

This has given rise to a distorted notion similar to traditional Indian culture.

Only by taking revenge can we quell his hatred and make him feel that he also has power.

According to traditional Indian caste culture, once one reaches a higher caste, one gains the divine power of that caste; for example, riding a tiger grants one the divine power of a tiger. This is remarkably similar to Gabriel's current thinking.

Ted knelt on the ground, but dared not utter a sound.

Compared to the fear and despair Wayne had just instilled in him, this humiliation was nothing.

If it could really end all of this and he could stop being beaten, then he would accept it...

It was late at night, and Wayne slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Completely tamed, Ted no longer had his former arrogance and obediently chose the bed closest to the toilet.

She huddled in the corner of the bed, trembling and sobbing silently.

He finally understood the sadness and helplessness felt by his roommates whom he had bullied.

After discussing it with Orion, Gabriel and Orion took turns keeping watch at night, guarding Ted like prisoners to prevent him from having any more malicious intentions that could harm Mr. Wayne.

They must protect their shepherds.

At six o'clock in the morning, a piercing whistle echoed down the corridor, followed by the loud banging of prison guards pounding on cell doors with their batons. Getting up at six o'clock every morning to make one's bed and tidy one's belongings is the morning schedule at the Jin County Correctional Center.

Wayne, lying on the bed, opened his eyes, a smile already appearing on his face.

It's a day I've been looking forward to.

When I got up, I saw Ted still curled up in the corner of the bed, as if he hadn't slept all night.

Gabriel and O'Rourke were incredibly excited; one helped Wayne put on his shoes, and the other made his bed. They both wore expressions of great pride.

"Sir, the correctional center wakes up at six o'clock every morning and then goes to the corridor outside for roll call. Everyone has their own number. After roll call, breakfast is served in batches starting at six-thirty."

O'Reid said quickly as she helped Wayne make the bed.

"After breakfast, there will be another roll call, followed by the assignment of tasks and activities for the day. Work or classes begin at eight o'clock. During this time, meetings and visits can also be conducted. At ten o'clock, you can go outside to play for a while, play ball, or go for a run, etc..."

"Lunch and rest time is from 11:30 to 12:30. After 12:30, we continue working or attending classes, which are similar to the morning sessions. Dinner is from 4:30 to 5:30 in the afternoon."

"After dinner, from 5:30 to 9:00 is free time. You can go to the common area to watch TV, make phone calls, or read a book. There will be an evening roll call during this period."

"From 9 to 10 p.m. is the time for washing up and the final roll call, after which lights out and sleep are mandatory..."

King County Correctional Center is, after all, a minor offense prison, so it's also called a detention center. It's much freer than other serious prisons. And there's not much forced labor in the mornings and afternoons; it's mostly cleaning and kitchen work inside the prison.

Gabriel interjected from the side:

"You can shower every other morning. Today is shower time again. Each person has ten minutes. Go in groups." As they were talking, the cell door was opened, and prison guard Bob shouted from the doorway:

"Come out and line up for roll call! Hurry up, or do I have to drag all you ladies out here?"

Upon seeing the state of the cell, Bob frowned, somewhat surprised.

The situation here was completely beyond his expectations.

I thought that the black-haired, black-eyed kid who came yesterday would definitely become Ted's pet after a night of training.

Surprisingly, the other party now appears completely calm, as if nothing had happened.

Instead, Ted sat there silently, like a well-educated and refined lady.

Wayne and his group stepped out of the cell, and the prisoners in the other cells outside had also come out.

Bob didn't have time to think it through, so he blew his whistle and shouted:

"Line up!"

The prisoners, dressed in orange uniforms, immediately began to line up.

Upon seeing Wayne appear, several burly prisoners in the nearby cells couldn't help but sniff at him, their expressions showing rapture.

One of them whispered to Ted:

"Ted, you son of a bitch..."

Ted shuddered and walked with his toes pointed inward, not daring to utter a single word.

By this time, everyone had lined up and finished taking attendance. Prison guard Bob cracked his neck and said:

"Today is shower day. Go into the shower rooms in groups, ten minutes each... You, you, you, and you, you're in one group, go ahead." The three prisoners who were lusting after Wayne were assigned to the same group as Wayne.

All four of them smiled at the same time.