America 1919

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Dennis wasn't angry because some man had brought his wife a gift.

The reason Dennis was angry was because his wife hadn't told him they could get help.

"Hand over the money, or you know what the consequences will be!"

Dennis's face was red like a furious bull, his breath heavy with the smell of alcohol.

"There's no money, they only provided us with some living supplies!"

Margaret said timidly.

"Bullshit, I've already heard about it!" Dennis didn't waste words and struck Margaret across the face with a slap.

The reason Dennis returned home just after Donnie had finished delivering things to Margaret was that in the casino where he was, he had heard gamblers saying someone had been giving money and goods to his family.

As for who those two gamblers were... the result was self-evident.

It turned out that Margaret was no match for Dennis at all; with a combination of coaxing and hitting, the money Donnie gave her ended up directly in Dennis's hands.

Looking at the 200 US Dollars in his hand, Dennis was overjoyed. It had been many years since he'd had so much money. Stepping out of the house, Dennis kissed the bills in his hand. At that moment, he was already thinking about where to go with the 200 dollars. The casino was definitely on the list, and he could even go to the boarding house and find a girl to sleep with for a couple of nights.

"My luck is really good today!"

Dennis, who had already planned his itinerary, walked straight out of the West District, heading in the direction of the Boardwalk.

In the past, Dennis wouldn't dare to go to the casinos on the Boardwalk; after all, the stakes there were much higher. But now things were different; he had 200 US Dollars in hand.

However, Dennis clearly overestimated his luck. Just as he stepped out of the South District, two men with handkerchiefs covering their faces cornered him.

Caught completely off guard, Dennis felt a pain in the back of his head, and everything went black.

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Block Tavern!

"Here, this is 200 dollars!"

Robert handed the money to Donnie, who had returned to Block Tavern.

John took a swig of beer from the bar and said, "If you really want to take down that Margaret, you could just kill Dennis. Now that we've gotten the money back, Dennis will definitely take all his anger out on Margaret!"

Donnie, sipping his whiskey, dismissively said to John, "That's why you can only find women at the boarding house!"

Clearly, John didn't understand what Donnie meant, but he knew Donnie was making fun of him.

"What do you mean, do you want to try out my sandbag-sized fists?"

Donnie quickly waved his hands and said, "Just kidding. Margaret is a traditional woman. To get her to do something for me, it's not just about sleeping with her. You have to win her heart, understand?"

"I don't get it!"

John said bluntly.

Donnie: "..."

Giving up on explaining anything to John, Donnie asked Robert, "I heard from Margaret that the WCTU is brewing a big demonstration lately. We need to be careful with the tavern's business during this time!"

Robert showed an interested expression, "She told you about that kind of thing?"

Donnie boasted, "Of course, we're good friends!"

Robert chuckled, "I think your 'good friend' must be suffering right now."

Donnie shrugged and said indifferently, "The sun always comes out after the storm!"

Deep down, Donnie had always looked down on so-called demonstrations and protests.

Especially the protests and demonstrations in the United States. Maybe it was because in his previous life Donnie had seen too many American protests; vegetarian protests, environmental protection protests, black rights protests...

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No matter what happened, there were always some groups marching, and to Donnie, their marches seemed entirely pointless.

However, as the WCTU's marches grew more formidable, Donnie sensed some problems brewing.

First, Atlantic City's newspapers began reporting the event, and when Donnie saw photographers following the marching crowd – said to be from Philadelphia and New York – he smelled danger.

"Cease operations!"

Donnie decisively ordered Robert and others to halt business, not only because of the reporters but also because clergymen started joining the crowd.

The United States, although different from Europe, was the country with the highest number of European immigrants; at least sixty percent of its population was European.

This meant that the religious consciousness of Europe was also very strong in the United States.

"Close now? When business is so good?"

John couldn't comprehend Donnie's decision and couldn't help but ask.

Donnie nodded, "It's always better to be cautious, and Atlantic City is never short of drunkards!"

"Can these people really make a difference?"

As John prepared to close up, he continued to inquire.

Donnie nodded, "If it were just them, they couldn't, but the people behind them certainly will."

As Donnie had predicted, with the growing size of the march, the participants also began to act more wildly.

Just today, at least ten or more taverns in Atlantic City were smashed.

The tavern owners had initially intended to deal with the protesters as they had in the past, but when they saw clergymen and reporters on the scene, they lacked the courage to stop the frenzied mob.

Having suffered losses, the tavern owners ultimately sought out Nucky.

"Nucky, you have to step in this time, these people have gone mad, they even smashed my tavern!"

As the biggest tavern owner in Atlantic City, David Jabbar also had no choice but to turn to Nucky for a solution!

Nucky sat in his study, his face wearing a smile, but the fatigue in his eyes could not be disguised.

He hadn't expected things to escalate to this extent; those women were too outrageous, even persuading the clergy of Atlantic City. Didn't they know this was the only way to ensure the city's continued prosperity?

However, even so, Nucky still maintained a calm and composed demeanor... after all, dear Nucky didn't have unsolvable problems in Atlantic City!

"David, don't worry, I'll take care of it!"

Nucky wanted to persuade David Jabbar to leave first.

"Nucky, of course, I trust your capabilities, but the fact is, my tavern has already sustained losses, and it's only been a few days since you assured there'd never be any issues with it!"

David Jabbar was truly anxious this time, losing some of his usual deference.

Nucky raised an eyebrow, displeased, "Are you questioning my ability in Atlantic City?"

David Jabbar quickly responded, "Of course not, it's just that we had an agreement: I pay you, and you ensure the safety of my tavern. But now my tavern has indeed encountered problems, and with the payment date approaching, I must seriously consider whether to continue paying you!"

Nucky picked up a cigarette from the desk and put it in his mouth; Louis promptly ignited a lighter to light Nucky's cigarette.

"I said I would handle this. If you don't want to pay, I won't say a word!"

Seeing Nucky's cold gaze, David Jabbar didn't dare to actually withhold payment and could only say, "I hope you can resolve this matter soon."

Once David Jabbar had left, Louis said, "Boss, do you want Eli to do something?"

Nucky waved his hand, "In this situation, let's not do anything to them now; we'll wait until those women are dealt with first!"

In the past, Nucky would never have allowed David Jabbar to speak to him like this, but the current circumstances were different.

With the Brigadier General in Atlantic City, constantly monitoring his every move, any misstep could easily put him into a difficult position.