America 1919

Donnie hadn't expected that the delivery would be made by the infamous 'Lucky Boy' of American mob history, Charlie Luciano.

However, considering the timing, it was reasonable for Charlie to be working as Meyer's underling after recently establishing a connection with him and handling the delivery of this batch of liquor for him.

"I was under the impression that David Jabbar was the one we were dealing with. Where is he?"

Charlie, in his twenties, was not particularly tall or menacing in stature; he was just a regular white male, but his eyes revealed a ruthless nature.

Charlie knew David Jabbar; previously, David Jabbar had placed an order for a batch of liquor with Meyer and sent one of his underlings with the payment.

After receiving the payment from David Jabbar, Meyer had sent Charlie to deliver the liquor to David.

In those days, there was no internet, and even making phone calls was very inconvenient. Moreover, since David Jabbar had been taken away, everyone at The Fuli Tavern was worried about him and no one had thought to inform Meyer.

If Meyer was unaware, much less Charlie!

"David has some other matters to deal with, but he has instructed me to ensure that we extend every courtesy to you gentlemen!"

Since Charlie was asking about David Jabbar's whereabouts, it meant he had not been informed of David's situation. Looking at the vehicle loaded with liquor, Donnie naturally decided to accept the entire shipment.

When Charlie heard that David Jabbar was not present, he showed some dissatisfaction and said with a hint of impatience, "I've already brought the goods you wanted, get them unloaded quickly. As for the hospitality, there's no need for you to bother!"

Donnie didn't take Charlie's attitude to heart and didn't mention the matter of hosting Charlie further, simply ordering the tavern's staff to move the liquor from the truck into the tavern's storeroom.

"By the way, I've heard that there's a young upstart recently in Atlantic City named Donnie Block."

Charlie took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and then asked.

Donnie responded with a smile, "Indeed, there is such a young man. May I ask why you suddenly inquire about him?"

Charlie sneered dismissively, "You don't need to worry about that, just tell me where I can find this guy!"

Donnie replied, "Finding Donnie is straightforward. He's currently at the Korla Bar on the boardwalk!"

A new tavern had recently opened on the boardwalk, taking the name from Donnie's previous Block Tavern, and the owner of this tavern was none other than General's son, Vince McGrady!

After learning of Donnie's whereabouts, Charlie did not say anything else; as soon as all the liquor from the truck had been unloaded, he immediately left with his men.

Watching them walk away, Donnie immediately said to Chris, "Go tell Garrett to be cautious, and also inform Robert to keep an eye on the situation at Block Tavern!"

Although Donnie had pointed Vince's Korla Bar out to Charlie, who knew whether Charlie would find out the specifics from Vince when the time came!

Chris asked, "That kid had a vicious look about him. If he causes trouble at the tavern, what should we do?"

Donnie replied with an easy smile, "Then there's nothing to be done. As people of Atlantic City, it's only natural we show our guests our warm hospitality!"

Chris nodded, then said, "What if they come back here?"

After thinking for a moment, Donnie said, "Call Mobley and let him know that we invite the members of the Ku Klux Klan to drink here tonight!"

Chris laughed and said, "Understood!"

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Donnie didn't take the matter of Charlie to heart; he was more interested in having the opportunity to meet with Nucky.

Though Nucky would continue to see those who needed his help at the Ritz Hotel every day as usual, Donnie did not want to meet Nucky in that way.

Soon enough, he got his chance.

A driver in a Rolls-Royce parked in front of The Fuli Tavern, got out of the car, walked into the tavern, and found Donnie.

"Mr. Block, good day to you. I am Mr. Ponzi's chauffeur. Here is an invitation prepared for you by our master. Mr.

Ponzi has specifically instructed me to hope you could attend a small gathering he is hosting at his home tonight!"

Donnie was amused by the invitation as Robert had been telling him just that morning how Ponzi had invited many town folks to his evening party but had conspicuously left out Donnie.

Yet, that very afternoon, Ponzi's chauffeur had delivered an invitation!

At that time, Donnie was still unaware that Nucky would also attend the party, but he was indeed curious about Ponzi, so he replied.

"Alright, tell your boss I will attend on time!"

"Our master will be very pleased!" the chauffeur replied courteously before leaving The Fuli Tavern.

That evening, Donnie showed up at Ponzi's gathering wearing a black suit.

Hundreds of feet of canvas and enough fairy lights had adorned Ponzi's extensive garden like a Christmas tree, with an array of cold dishes on the self-service buffet table, surrounded by a variety of salads around the spiced ham, and golden roasted piglets and turkeys.

In the hall, there was a bar constructed with real brass poles, stocked with various gins, strong spirits, and the long-forgotten ambrosia.

Donnie watched the young women flitting through the party, doubting they could distinguish among the varieties of alcohol.

But it didn't matter, as long as they were happy.

Waiters holding cocktails navigated from the bar through the crowd to the garden, the entire garden filled with laughter, casual banter, quickly forgotten greetings, and women who were strangers.

The composition of the crowds also changed rapidly, expanding with new arrivals, dispersing and gathering, with people beginning to wander about.

Confident girls moved freely within the relatively stable groups, becoming the focus of attention and sparking lively and joyful climaxes before departing with the excitement of victory.

Under the shifting lights, amidst the ebb and flow of faces, voices, and colors, their figures were like swallows everywhere.

Suddenly, Donnie spotted Lucy in Gypsy attire, bedecked with jewels, who grabbed a cocktail, downed it with enthusiasm, and then, like Frisk, started dancing alone on the canvas dance floor.

After a moment's silence, the band conductor proactively changed the rhythm for her.

With the band's accompaniment, Lucy danced even more happily with her graceful body.

"Lucy is here, that means Nucky is also here!"

Standing in the crowd, Donnie watched everything with amusement when a familiar voice reached him from his side.

"Donnie, I was regretting not being able to drink at your tavern, and now here we are!"

"My friend Mobley, does that mean The Fuli Tavern will be somewhat deserted today?"

Donnie warmly embraced Mobley, the 3K party leader.

"Haha, I love these pure parties, without any niggers showing up, it's really pleasing to the eye!"

Then Mobley introduced the woman beside him to Donnie: "This is my wife, Bessie."

Donnie kissed the back of Bessie's hand.

"Donnie, everyone in Atlantic City is talking about you now. No one expected you to get The Fuli Tavern from David Jabbar's hands!"

Mobley said to Donnie softly.

Donnie laughed, "As long as you offer the right price, I think anything is available for purchase!"

"Haha!" Mobley laughed out loud, then lowered his voice, "Indeed, but recently James has been acting a little too arrogant in the North District. What do you make of this?"

Clearly, LeBron James, after reclaiming his 'King of the North District' title, was getting carried away, which made Mobley, who was dedicated to purifying Atlantic City, somewhat discontented once more!

Donnie laughed, "Isn't that just how they are? Otherwise, you wouldn't dislike them, Mobley!"

Mobley nodded, then said, "So, we're going to move on LeBron now; you don't have any objections, Donnie?"

"Why would I object?" Donnie said indifferently, "Honestly, I wish you'd go and take him out today, but you can't do that, can you?"

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Donnie glanced at the dancing Lucy and said, "It's already March, and there are less than five months left until the election. I've just replaced David Jabbar as the owner of The Fuli Tavern, and the general has brought in a Federal Agent to investigate Nucky's affairs. Each of these issues is giving Nucky a headache.

If you move against LeBron now, Nucky will surely be furious, which will severely affect the 3K party's development in Atlantic City."

Mobley frowned slightly; he didn't like this sensation. In the past, he could do as he pleased without fearing anything, but for some reason, ever since he'd known Donnie, the list of things he had to be cautious about had been growing.

"Alright, my friend, don't worry. Have you forgotten what I told you before? After the election, you can do whatever you want, and no one will stop you!" Donnie said, laughing.

"Okay, then!" Mobley nodded reluctantly.

Donnie laughed, "Let's talk about something cheerful. I've got a batch of fine liquor coming in, and I'll have some sent over to you. Make sure you enjoy it!"

Mobley laughed, "If that's the case, that would be wonderful. You know, at our gatherings, we always need some whiskey to set the mood!"

As the two men exchanged pleasantries, Donnie finally saw the host of the evening, Ponzi, and beside him was the king of Atlantic City, Nucky!

So, after exchanging words with Mobley, Donnie headed towards the two men!