At that moment, Finley took out the equipment he bought, pulled up a piece of white cloth in the street, and wrote some big, black, and bold letters, "Cure Every Illness and Bring the Dead to Life".
Finley then hung the white cloth to the side, then took out a bench, and sat down under the white cloth, waiting for patients to come.
As night fell.
The number of people who came to Boris Road increased.
Many people were here to visit and to see if there were some cheap goods sold on the ground stalls.
"What the hell? How dare he say it? Heal every illness and bring someone back to life, well, why doesn't he claim that he is God?"
Just at this time, a man in a BMW, wearing an undershirt like a thug, pulled up next to Finley with a cart of ladies' items and grunted at Finley.
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