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"What the fuck... what the hell is going on...?"

Bob was still staring in astonishment at everything in front of him.

He seemed not to have heard Wayne's words at all.

Only one thought surged in his mind:

It’s over.

It's all over.

If it's just a regular fight in prison, and a few inmates get injured, that's fine.

It looks like a massive brawl is about to break out.

And look at those damned prisoners, they're all so injured they can't even get up.

They will definitely need to be taken to the hospital.

The incident alarmed the logistics department, so it was no longer a matter confined to just this one prison ward.

The prison guards' failure to prevent the serious injuries to dozens of people constitutes a serious dereliction of duty.

If it's a minor issue, the higher-ups can turn a blind eye.

If this situation were to be exposed now, it would definitely be big news.

He'll not only be punished, he'll lose his job.

Putting aside the alimony from his ex-wife, he's even at risk of losing the house.

After all, he had been a prison guard for many years, and it would be impossible for him to find another job in the short term.

Moreover, having been pampered in the prison system for so long, he wouldn't be able to do any physical labor.

Almost instantly, Bob's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and he stood there frozen in place.

They are already gripped by the fear of unemployment.

Wayne smiled slightly, having already seen Bob's fear. He walked up to Raphael, the Latin American gang leader whose knees were broken, and casually pulled him up.

Then, amidst the other person's painful groans, his knee joint and broken nasal bone were put back in place.

Then activate the [Basic Witch Doctor] skill.

To Raphael's disbelief, the broken joint had quickly healed as if nothing had happened.

Even his nose recovered completely, but Wayne's technique during the repositioning was a bit rough, resulting in a noticeable protruding fracture mark on the bridge of his nose after it healed.

These scars were insignificant to South American drug lords like them; facial scars were more of a man's pride. Raphael, oblivious to everything else, frantically touched his knees and nose, staring at Wayne in shock, muttering a string of Spanish:

"This is...this is real witchcraft...Bondiye...by the god of voodoo...you are a wizard? Oh God...if so...God..."

South American drug lords are typically fanatical religious followers and victims of feudal superstition.

The reason for this is that their money comes too easily, often relying on luck.

They even say that their survival itself is a matter of luck and probability.

In such situations, people become particularly convinced of supernatural powers and desire secret protection.

It is also about seeking inner peace.

After all, even drug lords feel uncomfortable after skinning a person alive during an execution.

This is a kind of compassion that Homo sapiens feels for their fellow human beings at the genetic level, which is independent of human will.

Therefore, they are more religious and have a greater need for superstition.

At this moment, Raphael was not truly shocked by his own recovery, but rather by recalling Wayne's words before he was knocked down: "Your sister is alive..."

He rushed to Wayne, grabbed Wayne's arm, and asked in a trembling voice:

"You... sir... Martina... where is she?"

As a native Mexican, he grew up listening to his grandmother tell stories of powerful mediums and various deities in voodoo, so he accepted it almost instantly.

Wayne calmly pushed him away and said:

"Raphael, you're a good brother, but not now."

With that, he walked over to Leon, the white gang leader who was groaning in pain on the ground, grabbed his bent arm, and pulled him up. Leon let out a piercing scream, and amidst the scream, Wayne skillfully put his joint back in place in a few swift movements.

Immediately afterwards, the energy from the [Basic Witch Doctor] rapidly repaired his arm.

The positive light of purification also dispelled Leon's withdrawal symptoms.

Feeling this magical power, Leon, like Raphael, showed a look of astonishment, followed by deep awe.

However, there was also ecstatic joy in his eyes when he looked at Wayne.

It's as if a child who idolized Spider-Man has finally grown up and met their childhood idol saving the world.

Wayne walked through the crowd, gently touching the foreheads of the prisoners.

Under the effect of the [Purifying Light], the withdrawal symptoms of those who were touched disappeared rapidly.

Although he is still injured, at least he no longer feels weak all over as if ants are crawling in his veins.

To everyone else, Wayne walking among the crowd and simply touching them instantly relieved their pain was nothing short of a miracle.

Wayne had already arrived in front of the Crippled Gang and casually helped Marcus, who was curled up in a ball, up.

With a soft "crack," Marcus's knee and nose were restored.

The surge of energy from the Basic Healer quickly healed Marcus's wounds to almost complete.

Feeling this incredible energy, Marcus was stunned and muttered to himself:

"This is fucking..."

With a sharp crack like a whip, a deep red handprint appeared on Marcus's face.

Under his astonished and fearful gaze, Wayne calmly said:

"Be polite."

Looking directly into Wayne's eyes, Marcus felt as if he were facing a ferocious prehistoric beast. A deep sense of awe welled up within him, and he quickly took a deep breath, his voice trembling as he said:

"Yes, sir, I'm so sorry..."

He wanted to ask about Elena's daughter, which the other man had mentioned earlier, but Wayne had already turned and started helping the others up. Leon, Raphael, Marcus, and the others exchanged glances and then went to help lift up the men who had been knocked to the ground.

It was as if they weren't among those being attacked, but rather had come with Wayne to rescue people.

Soon, all the prisoners who had been knocked to the ground were helped up.

They were all shocked to discover that after being touched by Wayne, the unbearable itching and tingling sensation in their bodies, which made them want to scratch their skin, had disappeared.

Their mental state is even better than before.

Wayne had already reached Sam, the attacker, and grabbed the dagger made from a broken mop handle. Amidst Sam's agonizing screams, he pulled the weapon from his hand.

Then, the [Basic Witch Doctor] skill was activated to begin treating Sam's wounds.

Sam felt the wound on his palm go from painful to numb, and even the kick Wayne gave him in the abdomen that made him vomit stomach acid began to feel painless.

It was like a miracle.

[You healed 4 prisoners in the Demon Realm dungeon, gaining 4 experience points.]

Your basic witch doctor skills have been improved (Specialization 96% + 4%).

Your basic Witch Doctor skill level has been increased (Specialization 100% - Master)

Upon seeing the flashing text before his eyes, especially the symbol for "Basic Witch Doctor (Master)," Wayne was startled.

His basic witch doctor skills have finally been upgraded from specialization again!

I just wonder what other functions this master-level [Basic Witch Doctor] will have?

As he thought this, Wayne grabbed another crippled gang prisoner, pressed his hand against the man's forehead, and began to activate the power of [Basic Witch Doctor (Master)].

Soon, he could feel that the energy intensity in his palm was still the same as before.

However, this energy, in addition to its warmth, also had a chill.

His understanding of the disease in the person before him was also clearer than before.

Wayne immediately channeled the energy to the lame prisoner's right knee, where it began to cool.

The lame prisoner screamed like a pig being slaughtered; his already swollen knee visibly swelled even more. Wayne instantly understood the purpose of this newfound power.

Originally, that warm energy could be used to heal, but after reaching the (master) level, this energy can also be used to worsen the other person's injuries and illnesses.

The power of healing and destruction.

Wayne immediately switched the energy to healing, and the screaming crippled prisoner stopped howling, showing a comfortable expression as his forcibly torn tendons began to recover rapidly.

interesting……

Wayne removed his hand, feeling the newfound power, and nodded slightly.

Medicine can also be a form of killing.

reasonable.

They then began to reposition the joints of the prisoners who had just been knocked down and started treating them.

Most of these prisoners suffered minor injuries; many had dislocated joints, but as long as they were reset, there were no major problems.

Members of the Blood Gang, like Hugo, were knocked down after only a couple of punches and a few slaps, with almost no physical or psychological injuries.

Therefore, there are only about a dozen people who actually need Wayne to treat with [Basic Witch Doctor].

Wayne received treatment while feeling regretful.

I went too lightly just now.

But you'll have experience next time.

Facing these prisoners who were clearly more resilient than ordinary people, it was necessary to apply more pressure to better extract experience points. Soon, the defeated prisoners were all healed, and Wayne's mental strength dropped to [0.1/1.9].

Without even thinking, Wayne instantly added that one free attribute point to his mental power.

[Mental Strength 1.1/2.9]

To others, this is a prison; to him, it's a place to grind experience points.

There's no need to save these free attribute points, since we're about to accumulate some new ones.

After doing all this, Wayne turned to Bob, the prison guard who was standing to the side, dumbfounded and speechless, and said calmly:

"Let's go."

You have subdued a group of prisoners from the Demon Realm dungeon.

[You healed 11 prisoners from the Demon Realm dungeon, gaining 11 experience points.]

Experience points: 74/100