America 1919

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"A rum, please!" Defoe settled at the bar and laid down a bill.

Originally, Defoe had wanted to quietly enjoy his rum and then head back home.

But clearly, Defoe was not going to get his wish today.

A man in his twenties, an African American, took the seat next to Defoe, showing an expression of surprise, "Hey, aren't you Defoe from the North District, the best at fixing cars?"

Defoe glanced at him, slightly annoyed that his drinking mood had been interrupted.

But the young man obviously didn't care about Defoe's reaction and kept babbling on: "The Ford you fixed up for my uncle, it's still running without a hitch, hey, you know, when I first sent my uncle to you, he didn't believe in you, and now, every time he sees me, he thanks me!"

Upon hearing that it was a customer of his, Defoe unusually gave a smile.

Defoe's smile immediately elated the young man, who, taking this as an invitation, started chatting about car issues... in reality, it was the young African American chattering away, with Defoe just silently listening, and his brow furrowing more and more.

This also made Defoe drink faster than usual, downing his glass of rum, Defoe stood up ready to leave!

"Don't go!" The young man hurriedly grabbed Defoe, looking like he still had much to say, "I still have so many car questions I haven't asked you about!"

After saying that, the young man generously placed 5 US Dollars on the table, "Sam, another round, today I'm going to have a good drink with Defoe."

The bar owner didn't care whether Defoe agreed or not, as long as there was money on the table, what was there to worry about!

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"It's really strange, what's up with old Defoe today, I never see him with any friends, and yet today he seems to be having such a good chat with that guy?"

Outside the bar on the street, Irving who was accompanying LeBron on a warmth-giving patrol in the North District, said this with curiosity looking at the situation inside the bar.

Upon hearing Defoe's name, LeBron, who hadn't been paying attention, looked towards the bar, and through the window glass, he indeed saw the typically silent and reticent Defoe now red-faced and chatting animatedly with a youngster, appearing to be in good spirits.

"Who doesn't have a few friends? Maybe we just don't understand old Defoe well enough!" Love said with an indifferent chuckle.

LeBron shifted his gaze away and asked Love, "By the way, why did Embiid suddenly leave Atlantic City? Do you know what he went off to do?"

Love shook his head, "Don't know, Embiid left in a hurry without saying a word!"

LeBron frowned slightly, saying, "It wouldn't be something Nucky had him do, would it? It's not about the bootlegging business, is it?"

The most critical thing on LeBron's mind now was hoping to expand his own bootlegging business to Philadelphia.

"I don't think so!" Irving said with a mysterious smile.

Seeing Irving's expression, both LeBron and Love looked at him suspiciously, with Love directly asking, "Do you know something?"

Irving said with a laugh, "Once when I was drinking with Embiid, I found out he actually has a woman in Philadelphia, I reckon he's gone to Philadelphia to see his woman!"

Hearing Irving's explanation, both LeBron and Love showed a knowing smile.

"Who would've thought Embiid, usually so tight-lipped, hasn't been slacking off in action!" Love joked.

Irving rubbed his own crotch and then said sleazily, "James, speaking of women, I'm getting a bit excited. If there's nothing holding us up, I think I'm going to head off and find a woman to blow off some steam!"

LeBron said with a laugh, "Get lost!"

After Irving left, LeBron's eyes returned to the interior of the bar, then he suddenly said to Love, "I've got something to take care of too, I'm going as well!"

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The young African American who was randomly chatting away with Defoe had actually been keeping an eye on the entrance of the bar the entire time. When he saw the entrance open and a young man about his age walk in, a genuine smile finally broke out on his face.

"Defoe, when it comes to fixing cars, that's hands down your forté, but I don't think that's what people are most jealous of about you!"

The young man laughed aloud.

By this time, Defoe had already had a few too many and was in a completely different state from when he had first walked into the bar.

"What do you mean, is there something else about me you envy?"

"Of course, who in the whole North District doesn't know that your wife is the prettiest? Don't you know a lot of people in the North District have their eye on her?"

"What did you say?" Defoe, who was just smiling, suddenly became furious. His wife was his only line in the sand, and hearing this youngster in front of him daring to tease about his wife set him off. Defoe immediately grabbed the young man by the collar with one hand, his fist the size of a punching bag ready to land a blow.

The other people in the bar saw what was happening and started whistling and jeering.

"Wait, wait a sec!" The young man quickly raised his voice in explanation, "It wasn't me who said it, and I haven't got my eye on your wife either. If you really have the guts, don't take it out on me, go find those who do have their eye on your wife!"

"Who?" Defoe shouted, at that moment furious like a bull, showing that he was indeed aware of these matters.

Trying to pry Defoe's hand off, the young man had no chance and could only raise his voice, "I'll tell you if you dare go after the person, but let me warn you, this person not only has an eye on your wife but also has been with your wife...."

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