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Robert thought for a moment, then shrugged and said:

"Yesterday, a high-ranking official did call to inquire about the situation of those entering prison, but it wasn't directed at you personally. Instead, they were asking about the list of those entering prison during that afternoon time slot."

Wayne asked, seemingly casually:

"Which officer is it? Perhaps someone I know."

Upon hearing this, Robert was completely certain of his suspicions: this Wayne was definitely a wealthy man with high-level connections, and might even be related to those important figures.

He said at the moment:

"Do you know Mr. Cent, the deputy warden in charge of security and prison ward management?"

Wayne raised an eyebrow, a look of sudden realization crossing his face, and shook his head with a smile, saying:

"So it's Cent. I've met him before at some parties and such. You know, we have a nickname for him: Strict Cent."

Robert breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that Wayne indeed knew Deputy Warden Cent.

The other party was indeed a wealthy man with connections.

He enjoys serving these kinds of people.

This also explains why Wayne knew so much about their situation.

Many of their own circumstances are known to some of their colleagues who are also prison guards.

After all, they would often go out for a few drinks together after get off work to complain about their messed-up lives and vent their frustrations.

Many things are not secrets.

Robert then smiled and said:

"That nickname is quite fitting; Deputy Warden Cent is indeed rather serious."

Wayne nodded slightly.

This kind of nickname-based cliché is very effective. Whether the other person is an outgoing and cheerful person or a serious and introverted person, it can be considered a well-founded nickname.

Sente, the deputy warden of King County Correctional Center...

This is a completely new name...

Wayne understood that this Cent was definitely one of Officer Jimmy's men.

This is a new lead.

He had two main purposes for going to the prison: first, to find Jose, the leader of Jose's gang; and second, to find out the true identity of Officer Jimmy. Asking too directly might arouse suspicion.

Now that we've bribed the prison guards managing these wards, things will be much easier.

He immediately stood up and said:

"Captain Robert, I should head back now... Thank you for your respect."

Robert nodded and said with a smile:

"Thank you for your trust, Mr. Wayne... Please let me know if you need anything."

He made a gesture as he spoke.

Bob and the others quickly stepped forward to guide Wayne, acting as four bodyguards as they escorted him back to the prison area.

The escort they received was completely different from the one they brought.

When they reached the blind spot of the security passage leading into the prison area, Wayne casually pulled out four hundred-dollar bills and handed them to the four guards, saying:

"Gentlemen, thank you for your escort; it is well-deserved."

The tone was as if he were tipping a waiter in a restaurant.

To gradually establish authority among the prison guards, especially to get these corrupt officers to truly obey him, he needed to constantly train them. When they did something right, he should reward them with a small reward, a small favor.

It's like training a dog.

Bob and his three companions no longer hesitated. They naturally took the money, quickly stuffed it into their pockets, and smiled broadly.

When dealing with major clients, it's natural to have a better attitude.

"Clang..." The security door to the prison block opened, and Wayne stepped inside.

In the activity area, a group of prisoners turned their heads to look at them at the same time.

The prisoners' eyes reflected a range of emotions, including suspicion, worry, resentment, anticipation, and anger.

But the moment they saw Wayne, they were all immediately shocked.

What did they see?!

Several prison guards, who looked like vicious wolves, were now all following Wayne with smiles on their faces.

And judging from the smiles on their faces, they even seemed somewhat...respectful!

After Wayne was taken away by the prison guards, the gang members in the prison block immediately gathered together and quickly reached a reconciliation.

After being truly beaten by Wayne, they all understood just how bizarre and terrifying Wayne's power was.

Considering the fact that all the prisoners had only completed primary school, that was absolutely divine power, the power of a voodoo medium.

Faced with such power, their previous frictions and fights suddenly became laughable.

However, they were also very worried, wondering what would happen to Wayne after he was taken away.

Driven by a deep distrust of the U.S. government and an obsession with deep state conspiracy theories, the group of prisoners reached a conclusion after discussion:

The fact that a powerful psychic like Mr. Wayne was imprisoned clearly indicates that he was persecuted by the deep-seated government of the United States.

After all, it's said that the entire upper echelons of the United States have been controlled by the little green men and the lizard men, as well as those Jews; it's all a conspiracy.

Hugo and the others were rushing towards Wayne. Upon seeing Wayne, Hugo immediately asked anxiously:

"Wayne...sir, those damn guards didn't...didn't give you any trouble, did they?"

Prison guard Bob frowned and shouted:

"Watch your language! Mr. Wayne is a respectable gentleman. Don't confuse him with you criminals!" He then nodded to Wayne, turned and left with a few prison guards, heading towards the guard post.

Seeing how respectful the other party was to Wayne, the prisoners couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

"Damn it, these prison guards are like fucking pet dogs to Mr. Wayne!"

"I've never seen Bob so respectful to anyone before. What kind of magic is this?"

"Mr. Wayne is a powerful voodoo medium, like the Scarlet Witch; the police can't do anything about it..."

"No, Scarlet Witch is just a crazy woman who lost her child, Mr. Wayne is more like a fucking Doctor Strange!"

"Hey, I mean, when my leg got broken, I thought I was going to be in a wheelchair like my deadbeat dad, but guess what? Mr. Wayne just touched it and my leg was healed! It was as fucking amazing as when I first went to a strip club when I was sixteen!" The group of prisoners surrounded Wayne, chattering away.

Hugo glanced at the admiring gazes of the crowd around him, then immediately raised his arm and shouted:

"Wayne!"

"Wayne!"

"Wayne!"

As he shouted, all the Blood Gang prisoners simultaneously raised their arms and cheered in unison.

Then came the lame gang, the Latino gang, and the white gang.

The gang members who had just been thoroughly beaten by Wayne now surrounded him, chanting Wayne's name in unison.

He single-handedly took down all the gang members in the entire prison ward.

A mysterious power effortlessly healed the injured prisoner.

Even the prison guards treated him with utmost respect.

To most simple-minded prisoners, Wayne was a living legend!

The security door next to them was opened, and Bob and the others, who had been alerted, rushed in with batons, thinking that a riot had broken out.

Wayne raised his hand, calmly signaling everyone to be quiet.

The prisoners who had been shouting immediately fell silent.

Upon seeing what was before them, the prison guards all stopped in their tracks, their faces filled with shock.

Bob exclaimed:

"Damn...it's like the fucking King of the Underworld...I thought Al Capone had come back to life..."

Although he didn't know who this Wayne was, Bob now clearly understood that the man was someone he couldn't afford to offend. Therefore, he would definitely have to serve him well from now on…

There was still a while before the 8 o'clock start time for the prison ward, so Wayne casually found a chair and sat down.

The prisoners immediately gathered around Wayne, some standing and some sitting.

Marcus, the leader of the crippled gang, was the first to step forward and ask:

"Mr. Wayne, you said...you said Elena gave birth to a daughter, and I want to know...is this...is it true? Where...where is she?"

Wayne sighed, a look of pity on his face, and said:

"Marcus, Marcus, my child, you broke Elena's heart. She died of alcoholism and drug addiction, but at least she left behind your child... Go to Rum Street."

Marcus shuddered and murmured:

"Rum Street... God... Elena's back there again? God... What have I done..."

As he spoke, his eyes instantly reddened.

Rum Street was where he and Elena first met, and they rented a place there for a while.

No one else would know about this, so what Wayne said must be true!

Seeing Marcus's intense reaction, everyone was also very excited.

Marcus would never act with Wayne, which is enough to prove Wayne's power as a medium.

Raphael, the leader of the Latin American gang, stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and knelt on one knee before Wayne, pleading, "Sir, please..."

Even when surrounded by more than a dozen police officers, or when threatened with skinning by rival gangs, Raphael never knelt. And now, he showed no hesitation whatsoever.

Wayne nodded and said:

"Rafael, when you were little, your sister Martina got separated from you and was adopted by a family in Mexico City. She now lives upstairs in the Café Paradise on Insurgent Avenue."

Raphael trembled all over, unable to hide his excitement.

He took a deep breath, then said in a trembling voice:

"Thank you, thank you sir... By the grace of Bondier, you have saved my soul..."

As he spoke, he closed his eyes and made a prayer-like gesture toward Wayne, completely captivated by Wayne's "witchcraft".

Lyon looked at Wayne hesitantly, seemingly unsure whether to ask Wayne for help.

Wayne looked at the other person with a sorrowful expression, sighed, and said:

"Leon, you should face your heart directly, don't hide, otherwise you will only suffer for the rest of your life. Your father hurt you, and you should make peace with yourself... Try to face your heart directly and be a good girl."

Lyon shuddered. He hadn't expected that Wayne would see right through him, even without him saying a word.

These words stripped away all his pretense and strength. He suddenly covered his face, knelt before Wayne, and burst into tears. This scene deeply shocked the prisoners present. For a moment, many dared not speak, feeling that Wayne had become mysterious and unpredictable in their eyes.

Wayne looked around and slowly asked:

"Well then, it's my turn to ask a question... Does anyone know a prisoner named José?"

Before anyone could answer, prison guard Bob's voice came from afar:

"Mr. Wayne, we have a visitor."

[You have earned the high respect of the prisoners in the Demon Realm dungeon, reputation +10]

Your title, Royal Rebel, has been increased (8% + 2%).

Your title, Voodoo Medium, has been upgraded (90% + 2%).