America 1919

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Two days later in Elwood Village.

Under the guidance of Old Carl, Donnie came to a horse stable. At this moment, David Jabbar, usually pampered in Atlantic City, was curled up in a corner of the stable. When he saw Donnie.

A look of confusion appeared on his face, followed by anger, then a plea for mercy in his eyes.

"Donnie, Donnie, Donnie, I know I was wrong. I swear to God, from now on, I will follow your orders in Atlantic City, with you as my leader!"

As he spoke, David Jabbar scrambled over to Donnie's feet, hugged Donnie's calves, and begged for mercy.

Donnie had intended to discuss business in the stable, but the smell inside was unbearable.

"Let's talk outside!"

Stepping out of the stable, Donnie instantly felt refreshed. However, the sight of David Jabbar covered in cow dung filled him with disgust.

The meek David Jabbar followed Donnie, having now thought everything through. At first, when Olden took him away, David Jabbar thought he would be taken to Washington, but instead, he ended up in Elwood Village.

If a few months before, David Jabbar had no impression of Elwood Village, then during these months, the name of Elwood Village had become etched in his memory.

The hometown of Donnie Block, the largest bootlegging site in Atlantic City!

If David Jabbar still couldn't guess that he had been captured by Donnie Block, he wouldn't have become an upper-class figure in Atlantic City.

Donnie Block didn't care whether David Jabbar had figured out his intentions. He took out a document from his bag and handed it to David Jabbar.

"Sign your name, and you are free to leave!"

David Jabbar took the document from Donnie's hands with trembling fear. When he saw it was about the share transfer of The Fuli Tavern, even though he had been so frightened that he had been constipated for several days, David Jabbar shook his head and said.

"I can't sign, can't sign!"

The Fuli Tavern was his lifeline, the foundation of his foothold in Atlantic City, so David Jabbar couldn't sign it.

"Donnie, by this time, the general's phone call must have already reached Washington. It won't take long for the general to clarify that this matter is related to you.

If you let me go, I promise not to speak out about Elwood Village.

And I will surely repay you well!

Right, right, Nucky wouldn't want to see you getting The Fuli Tavern either. Believe me, Eli Johnson once told me that Nucky is already very dissatisfied with you. If you further expand your fame and wealth in Atlantic City, Nucky will definitely give up going against the general and turn to deal with you!"

David Jabbar rattled off a bunch of words, all with the aim of keeping The Fuli Tavern for himself.

Donnie squatted down in front of David Jabbar and said with a smile, "So you are still considering my well-being?"

"Yes, yes, as long as you let me go back, I am willing to give up eighty percent of The Fuli Tavern's profits. This way, won't you still be able to gain the wealth of The Fuli Tavern?"

David Jabbar continued his plea.

Donnie shook his head and expressed pity, "It's a pity. If you had said all this to me earlier, perhaps I really would have let you go, but now I can't. If I let you return to Elwood Village, the general and Nucky would join forces and kill you!"

David Jabbar looked puzzled, not understanding Donnie's point.

Donnie asked David Jabbar, "The Federal Agents have already begun to investigate Nucky, haven't they?"

About the Federal Agents investigating Nucky, through Vince's promotion, this news had already spread throughout Atlantic City.

Yet the people of Atlantic City were not worried. They didn't believe the Federal Agents could handle Nucky.... even though before, they also thought Federal Agents couldn't possibly clear up the investigation on the general with the same mentality.

People prefer to believe in the power they see in front of them!

David Jabbar nodded, this matter was already an open secret, and he didn't see how it was related to his current situation.

Donnie said with a smile, "Then, what do you think would happen if the news spread across Atlantic City at this time that you, David Jabbar, the owner of The Fuli Tavern, are prepared to lighten your own crimes by confessing the sins of Atlantic City to the Federal Bureau of Investigation? What do you think will happen to you when you return to Atlantic City?"

David Jabbar's face went even paler, and his whole body trembled, "No, no, no, Donnie you can't do this. If that happens, I'll get shot to death by a hail of bullets the moment I set foot in Atlantic City!"

Nucky has never only represented himself but also the group of vested interests in Atlantic City.

This group can accept Nucky being investigated because they believe, even if Nucky is eventually sentenced like the general, then to maintain his roots in Atlantic City and ensure his safety, he would not rat out the others.

It's just like what the general did. When the general was prosecuted by the federal government, realizing he could not win, he silently accepted the charges without implicating the vested interests of Atlantic City.

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But, if David Jabbar became a mad dog, the consequences would be quite different. The unlucky ones would not only be Nucky but all the vested interest groups in Atlantic City.

Then, David Jabbar would face endless assassinations.

No one likes to be in prison.

David Jabbar knew this, which is why he was so afraid!

"Too late!" Donnie pried David Jabbar's hand away, then made a helpless gesture, saying, "Guess why I waited two days to see you. It's to wait for this piece of news to spread throughout Atlantic City.

By the way, just to let you know, everyone in Atlantic City is looking for you now: Nucky, the colonel, the Public Security Bureau, various gangs in the city, and the Federal Agents investigating Nucky. Can you guess what would happen if you left Elwood Village now?"

It was over; everything was over!

David Jabbar slumped down on the grass, no longer caring about the horse manure beside him.

Seeing the state David Jabbar was in, Donnie smiled and said, "Sign now, and I can guarantee your safety. Of course, I hope you will pay an extra fee for your safety!"

David Jabbar looked up at Donnie with complex eyes. He understood that everything was Donnie's doing, and he did not doubt the truth of Donnie's recent words.

The situation had developed to this point. Donnie, to ensure he could smoothly acquire The Fuli Tavern, would never deceive him.

"I want to leave the United States! Safely leave the United States!"

A radiant smile appeared on Donnie's face; he knew David Jabbar had compromised.

"Of course, if you want, there is a boat this afternoon that can take you away from Atlantic City. As for which country you want to go to, you can choose freely after you get to Canada!"

"How can you guarantee you won't go back on your word?" David Jabbar asked.

"I swear on my family's name!" Donnie said.

This response made old Carl beside Donnie snort in dissatisfaction.

"Hand it over!" Sitting on the grass, David Jabbar pointed at the document in Donnie's hand and said weakly.

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"Are we really going to let David Jabbar go? What if he comes back?" old Carl couldn't help but ask Donnie.

David Jabbar had been taken away by Robert.

Now, only Donnie and his people remained at the Block Tavern in Elwood Village.

In response to old Carl's question, Donnie did not answer but walked over to Olden, taking out 500 US dollars from his pocket.

"Olden, I'm very grateful for your help this time. From now on, you're a friend of the Block Family. Our family is never stingy toward friends. I promise your life will only get better and better!"

Olden unceremoniously took the banknotes from Donnie's hand, held them under his nose, and greedily inhaled.

"I absolutely adore the smell of US dollars."

Donnie laughed heartily, saying, "I like it too!"

Olden looked at old Carl and said, "Mr. Block, the reason Donnie let David Jabbar go is that David Jabbar is an influential person. Such a person can't die, at least not by Donnie's hand. Otherwise, it would make Donnie hated by other influential people, and if a similar situation arises in the future, they will only resist desperately."

Carl muttered, "We're all our own people here; who would speak out?"

Olden laughed and said, "There's no such thing as a wall that doesn't let some wind through. No one might talk now, but maybe later someone will. And now, David Jabbar is a man without any power. Whether he lives or dies is actually of no concern to Donnie anymore!"

Seeing Olden's smug expression, Carl suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Olden's neck, and said viciously, "Kid, when did you get the nerve to talk to old Carl like this?"

"I can't, can't breathe!" Olden's face turned pale as he patted Carl's arm, which was as strong as steel.

Only then did Carl, looking pleased, release Olden.

Donnie, watching Olden gasping for breath, asked him, "Everyone in Atlantic City knows that you took David Jabbar away. Surely Washington will require an explanation from you?"

"It's fine. Prisoners escaping during transfer is common. At most, I'll get a reprimand!" Olden said.

Donnie smiled, "Later on, I'll send you a reward for your efforts!"