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Chapter 102 The White Gang's Invitation (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Upon hearing the other person's words, Wayne smiled calmly and looked at the boy with the braid, asking, "You know me? You're one of Seta's people?"

The man shook his head vigorously, and although he was missing most of his teeth and his speech was slightly slurred, he still quickly said, "Sir, we are peripheral members of CJNG, but I have a friend in Seyta—"

"He told me a few days ago that Juan, the boss of the Seta Group in South Seattle, had offended a powerful voodoo medium and was cursed by him, suffering the Columbia tie torture—"

"The new boss, Mr. Simon, sent by Seta from Mexico, not only dared not seek revenge on Big Daddy Juan, but also spent a lot of money to hire that voodoo medium to exorcise evil spirits for him—"

At this point, Little Braid burst into tears and pleaded, "Sir, I swear in my father's name, I truly didn't know it was you—please forgive my ignorance and rudeness—I can cut off my left hand, just to ask for your forgiveness—"

Upon hearing these words, the bald, tattooed man Alejandro and the man with the buzz cut were both stunned, their expressions showing disbelief.

The three of them were a small gang, usually led by the bald, tattooed man Alejandro, but the most ruthless was known to be Little Braid.

The fact that Little Braid is so scared shows just how terrifying Wayne really is!

Moreover, since they were based in Seattle, they naturally knew the name of Juan, the neighborhood bigwig in Seta.

The person in front of him had actually cursed Big Daddy Juan to death, and even Boss Simon was begging him to help exorcise the evil spirit—

Now the reason why they suddenly experienced severe withdrawal symptoms can be explained.

This is a curse from a voodoo medium!

Just how terrifying a being did they provoke?!

Alejandro suddenly remembered what the other person had just said: "I also know a family named Alejandro, whose fate is very different from yours—"

Alejandro is a common Spanish name in Latin America, meaning "guardian of mankind".

There are quite a few people with this name in Seattle's Latino crime circles.

However, the most famous case involves a middle manager at the former Seta Group in South Seattle whose entire family was murdered and turned into candied apples.

Alejandro trembled uncontrollably, struggling to kneel before Wayne, pleading, "Sir, please—we didn't know—I—please forgive my ignorance—"

Most of his teeth had been knocked out, and he spoke with a lisp like an old woman. His gums were still aching, but he didn't care about that at all. He begged desperately and raised his hand to slap himself.

The man with the buzz cut on the other side was so frightened that his face turned pale and he could barely speak.

As members of Latino gangs, they were acutely aware of the cruelty of those punishments.

The more you know, the more afraid you become.

Needless to say, these gang members are all elementary school graduates and deeply believe in mediums, curses, and evil spirits.

You have subdued three two-headed ogre prisoners.

Upon seeing the line of text that appeared before him, Wayne felt a wave of helplessness.

I just watched it once, and you're already impressed?

These so-called ruthless gang members are nothing but spineless cowards, completely different from what has been rumored.

It is truly disappointing.

This is a disappointing land.

Looking at the clock on the wall, there are still two minutes left before my shower time ends.

Wayne looked calmly at the three of them and said, "Since you respect me so much, why don't you listen to me and pick up the soap?"

The three men felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They quickly grabbed one of the bars of soap, which was covered in dirty water and body hair, and held it in both hands, standing in front of Wayne with fawning expressions.

"And your teeth."

The three dared not disobey and carefully picked up all the teeth from the ground, holding them in their hands, wondering if they could get them replaced later.

Since it's my own tooth, it's more appropriate to get it filled.

Unexpectedly, Wayne looked compassionate and said, "In this sinful room, I don't know how many people have suffered at your hands. I cannot forgive you on their behalf—"

Upon hearing this, all three of them looked terrified, unsure of what the other person meant.

Are there even more horrific tortures waiting for them?

Wayne brought two fingers together like a sword and tapped them three times on the three bars of soap and the teeth in their hands, chanting, "In the name of God and Bondiye, I curse you. If you disobey my command and harm the righteous of the world, you will die with your internal organs rotting."

He then said to the three of them, "Eat it."

The three of them had already heard Wayne chant the incantation, and were immediately terrified.

This is a curse from a voodoo medium!

They now had complete faith in Wayne and had no doubt that if they ate these things, the spells would come true.

"Hmm?" Wayne frowned.

The three of them instantly recalled the tragic scene from just now, and without the slightest hesitation, they quickly picked up the soap in their hands and began to frantically chew on it.

They swallowed it all, including their fallen teeth.

Fortunately, with soap as a lubricant, swallowing these teeth wasn't too difficult.

Their stomachs reacted almost immediately, but they couldn't worry about that now.

This is also the true meaning of life that they learned in their daily lives.

It's better to die later than to die immediately.

It's better to feel uncomfortable later than to feel uncomfortable immediately.

The same logic applies to the situation where students at the bottom of the university desperately take painkillers, leading to drug addiction.

after?

They don't have much time left.

This is an unfamiliar word.

Let's deal with today first.

Just as Alejandro swallowed his last tooth, his bath time ended.

Prison guard Bob stood at the door and shouted, "First group, leave immediately! Second group, enter!"

Wayne dried himself off, changed into an orange prison uniform, and walked out of the bathroom.

Behind him, Alejandro and the other two pursed their lips, lowered their heads slightly, and filed out.

The prisoners waiting in line outside were all stunned by what they saw.

Many people already understand what happens in the bathroom.

That handsome kid named Wayne will be utterly humiliated and will never be able to fart again.

They had seen similar scenes several times before.

Some frail Asian young men who had just entered were even driven to a mental breakdown.

But what appeared before them was completely beyond their imagination.

Why does Wayne look so radiant, while Alejandro and the other two seem listless and even a bit timid?

Prison guard Bob swung his baton, blocking Alejandro's path, and said, "Hey, you bastard, don't forget what you said."

No matter what happened inside, the necessary expenses must not be reduced.

Alejandro said, "Okay."

As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, he immediately slurred his words and quickly covered his mouth.

But in that instant, many people could see that most of his front two rows of teeth were missing, leaving only a few, one of which was broken in half.

The prisoners waiting in line were thrown into a commotion and a disturbance.

Whispers, whistles and cheers, curses and profanities, applause and celebration, and so on.

There are so many different things.

The trio of Alejandro and his two friends in the correctional facility prison had both close friends and hostile inmates.

Bob narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who did it?"

He then abruptly turned to look at Wayne, who had already walked away.

Alejandro shuddered, burped, and spat out a bunch of white foam. He quickly wiped it away and said with an embarrassed grin to the prison guard Bob, "Officer, I just slipped and fell. It was too slippery in there, and I stepped on some soap—"

Bob narrowed his eyes, chuckled coldly, and said in a low voice, "Is it that new kid? If you need me to put him in solitary confinement, you'll have to pay extra."

Alejandro was shocked and on the verge of tears. His voice was already trembling with sobs as he frantically waved his hands and said, "No, please don't! It has nothing to do with Mr. Wayne. I really fell on my own—actually—actually, I've always been wearing dentures! Look, there's no wound at all."

She opened her mouth to show Bob.

Bob waved him away in disgust, telling him to get lost.

According to the regulations in the correctional center, if a fight or similar incident occurs, the instigator will be placed in solitary confinement for more than three days.

If someone is injured as a result, the perpetrator should be detained for at least ten days or even one to three months.

That was a hellish experience.

However, since Alejandro himself didn't say anything, he naturally didn't bother to care.

As long as it doesn't interfere with his ability to make money, that's fine.

In his view, the prisoners in these prisons were nothing more than lowly animals, and he, as the zoo manager, held the power of life and death over these animals.

As long as there's money to be made, it doesn't matter which animal beats which animal.

Moreover, he encountered quite a few guys who were capable of fighting after he came in.

Being too conspicuous is not a good thing.

Many people eventually fall victim to underhanded tactics or become exhausted by a constant stream of challengers.

Thinking of this, prison guard Bob looked at Wayne's back, and another idea flashed through his mind.

Judging from this kid's appearance, he doesn't seem like the poor, working-class type. Perhaps we could get him to spend a little money; after all, wealthy people generally wouldn't refuse a better environment if spending a little money did.

After showering, it's time for breakfast.

The prisoners lined up to receive their breakfast and then returned to the table and chairs in the middle of their cells to eat.

The cold breakfast options include whole-wheat cereal with skim milk powder, whole-wheat bread with jam, grape powder, or coffee, while the hot breakfast options include corn porridge with turkey sausage and a Mexican breakfast wrap.

Of course, everything is pre-made.

Wayne took a serving of cereal with milk powder, coffee, and a Mexican breakfast wrap, and sat down at a table in the corner.

Gabriel and Orland quickly followed with their plastic trays and sat down next to Wayne.

Ted, with his pigeon-toed gait, gripped Gabriel's waistband and sat down beside him with equal care.

Wayne ate his breakfast calmly, looking at the dozen or so points of mental energy he had left with a hint of helplessness.

Just then, two tall, burly white men suddenly sat down on the stool opposite him.

The first man was a bald man with a small mustache. He nervously touched his bald head and said arrogantly to Wayne, "Hey kid, you're even better than we thought. Alejandro and his two buddies didn't succeed, right?"

Seeing that Wayne didn't answer, the mustache continued, "Mr. Leon admires you. He said you could join our white gang. Congratulations, you should be grateful, kid."

You have received an invitation from a gang of orc prisoners, a group of extremely arrogant racists. Refusing them may provoke hostility.