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In the apartment at night.

Her mother was already asleep in the bedroom. Eileen sat on the edge of the bed, gently kissed her mother's forehead, sighed, and smiled happily. Since returning home today, she had noticed that her mother's condition was gradually improving.

Apart from remaining very lethargic, being unable to sustain conversations for long, and occasionally forgetting things, he is not much different from a normal person.

This is nothing short of a medical miracle... no, it should be called a divine miracle.

She can live with her mother again.

The thought of this made her smile like a little girl.

Since her father's passing, her life had been filled with the pressures of studies and work, leaving her with little time for joy or relaxation. Now, she finally felt a long-lost sense of ease.

The more this happened, the more respect she held for the medium named Wayne.

It must have been God who guided that person to her side...

Could he really be a saint?

After leaving the bedroom and closing the door, Eileen went to the study, took out an envelope, and opened it.

This is the envelope Wayne secretly gave her today.

Inside were several sheets of paper, some photocopies clearly from a handwritten ledger, and another containing transaction information. These records showed Captain Irving and several corrupt officers in the Seattle Police Department accepting bribes.

These people are all connected to the Jose gang.

The separate sheet of paper contained detailed records of the Jose gang's human trafficking activities, including a recent mention that the gang had transferred some undocumented female immigrants from Latin America for sale or even... consumption!

According to what's written here, these women are currently on a ship in a port near Seattle, but the name and exact location of the ship are not yet known.

God...

These shady dealings sent chills down Eileen's spine, and then a deep sense of justice welled up within her.

Regardless, she was her father's daughter and a police officer.

Her sense of justice as a police officer made it impossible for her to stand idly by and do nothing about these things.

Of course, there was another reason as well: the amazing abilities that Mr. Wayne displayed and the sense of warmth he gave her made her want to trust him and help him uncover the truth behind it all.

Moreover, her mother also needs further treatment from the other party.

If this case can be solved and Captain Irving convicted, Mr. Wayne can also be acquitted.

After all, it's perfectly normal for a corrupt cop to make false accusations, so getting Wayne acquitted in court would be too easy. Thinking of this, Eileen picked up her phone and dialed a number.

"Rhodes? You're still in the gang investigation unit of the criminal investigation department? Great, call Emily, and Bell from special operations. Let's meet at our usual coffee shop..."

Her father's death and her years as a police officer have made Eileen no longer a naive young girl.

She had long been aware of the darkness within the police station and had her own plans for dealing with it.

Over the years, she has also made a group of honest and trustworthy friends.

However, because they were too upright, these people, like her, were always stuck in middle and lower management positions, trapped in a job predicament. Everyone needed an opportunity to make a contribution.

The combination of morality and self-interest was enough for her to assemble a small team...

Not to mention the Saints' Gang members acting as informants and sources of strength...

"Ted, good boy, you..."

Wayne approached Ted, only to find that the other man did not respond at all, simply lying there motionless.

He has already fainted.

Wayne couldn't help but sigh.

The child is still not very resistant to being disciplined.

Black people won't work either.

With a look of compassion, he reset all of Ted's joints, then gently touched Ted's forehead, activating the [Basic Witch Healing] technique. Gentle energy flowed from his forehead into Ted's body, rapidly repairing his condition.

Ted's body, which had been like a corpse, shuddered violently, then he opened his eyes instantly and began to gasp for breath.

He just had a nightmare where his limbs were dismembered, even his crotch was ripped open, and then that pervert healed him and continued to torture him…

What came into view was Wayne's smiling face.

"Eek!" Ted curled up into a ball as if by reflex, unable to even scream. He lay helplessly on the ground like a child, tears welling in his eyes, looking at Wayne in front of him.

"Shh," Wayne said, raising a finger and smiling as he gestured for silence.

Ted nodded repeatedly, becoming as obedient as a puppy.

He pleaded repeatedly:

"Sir, please, please spare me... I'll never do it again... I'm a bastard, a son of a bitch... I... please let me go..."

As he spoke, he suddenly knelt down in front of Wayne, raised his hand and began to slap himself repeatedly in the face, crying as he did so:

"I will never disrespect you again. I didn't know how powerful you were, how dare I offend you, sir, please... sob... please..." [You have subdued a goblin prisoner.]

Your basic witch doctor skill has been improved (91% + 1%).

[Experience Points +1]

Upon seeing the line of text that appeared before him, Wayne couldn't help but show a regretful expression.

How could you surrender so easily?

How am I supposed to gain experience now?

I still prefer men with a strong and unyielding spirit.

He said at the moment:

"Relax, Ted, you'll gradually discover that I'm actually a gentle person..."

"Stand up."

Upon hearing this, Ted immediately stood up obediently.

However, his feet had become slightly turned inward.

When Wayne reset him just now, he pushed him in a little too far.

At this moment, Ted's biggest regret was that he had provoked this living devil.

Who exactly is the other party?

How could such a brutal method exist?

He couldn't help but think that the other person was a serial killer.

But what is that kind of technique that can quickly heal someone after they've been injured?

It was a method only a demon would use, leading Ted to wonder if he had drunk too much grass or was in a nightmare. If this wasn't a dream, he hoped it was.

If this is a dream, he hopes to wake up as soon as possible.

Wayne then looked at the thin, middle-aged Black man beside him and said gently:

"Bro, come here."

This black prisoner had just specifically reminded him about fighting and solitary confinement, so he was clearly different from Ted; he wasn't a vicious criminal. Moreover, Wayne, having treated so many people, could immediately tell that this black man had a spinal problem, a clear chronic illness.

That would be helpful to him.

The black man trembled and looked distressed after Wayne called his name. He had no choice but to slowly walk over to Wayne's side. He was filled with anxiety, wondering what Wayne wanted him to do.

Although there are many dark and chaotic unspoken rules in prison, he is relatively safe here.

After all, he's old, ugly, and useless, so there's no pleasure in bullying him.

He was originally incarcerated for a minor offense due to unpaid government fines, and was supposed to be released in a month or two. He had been trying his best to appear harmless, but in the end, he still couldn't escape it.

Could it be that this handsome, dark-haired, dark-eyed guy has some unique fetish, liking dry, unkempt black people like him? God… please forgive me for what I'm about to do, I just want to survive…

"Bro, what's your name?"

"I... sir, my name is Orion..."

As he spoke, Orion knelt down in front of Wayne, having completely resigned himself to his fate.

He was about to take off Wayne's pants.

Unexpectedly, just as he raised his hand, he felt the other person's hand on his forehead.

"Olay, has your back been hurting all the time? You're a good person, you shouldn't have to suffer like this," the gentle voice continued.

The next instant, Orion felt a warm current flow from the other's palm into his body.

The warm current quickly traveled up his back.

The back pain that had plagued him for years and gradually caused him to become hunchbacked began to dissipate little by little.

Orion froze, finally realizing what had happened, and trembled as he murmured:

"God... God... This is... How is this possible... God..."

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face.

He raised his hands, clasped them together in front of his chest as if in prayer, closed his eyes, and slowly lowered his head.

He felt remorse for his misunderstanding of the person in front of him.

It's like confessing to God.

Your basic witch doctor skills have been improved (Specialization 92% + 1%).

[Experience Points +1]