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Bang!

Defoe's fist had already landed on the boy's face, and the boy felt stars dancing in front of his eyes, almost losing consciousness.

"You're slandering my wife, I swear I'm gonna beat you to death today!" Defoe shouted, shaking the boy's collar.

The boy shouted back, "I'm not slandering her, your wife's having an affair with LeBron James, maybe he's even in your house right now!"

The patrons who were just jeering stopped as soon as they heard the name LeBron James, they were truly afraid of that name.

"That's impossible!" Defoe punched him again!

The boy's head shook, but he still said, "You're just afraid of LeBron, that's why you say this, why don't you go home and see for yourself? Maybe right now, your wife is in bed with LeBron, on that bed you paid for!"

Bang!

This time, instead of another punch, Defoe grabbed the boy and slammed him hard against the floor, "If I go back and find nothing, I guarantee I'll kill you!"

Blood trickled from the corner of the boy's mouth, but he still sneered, "You're just spouting these harsh words at me. If it really was LeBron, I swear you'd shut the door carefully and even courteously tell James to 'enjoy himself'!"

"Ahhh!!!!!"

Defoe let out a roar, "I don't care who it is, I'm gonna kill him, kill him!"

After saying that, Defoe ran out like a madman.

After Defoe left, everyone in the bar looked at the boy with complex eyes, as if looking at a madman or a fool.

Under their gaze, the boy staggered to his feet, wiped the corner of his mouth, and left the bar!

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Knock, knock, knock!

The urgent knocking made Lucy roll over in irritation; while covering her ears with a pillow, she shouted angrily, "Nucky, can't you just get Louis to stop coming over when we're sleeping?"

Not just Lucy was angry, Nucky who had just fallen asleep for a short while, was also furious.

"God, Louis, do you know what time it is? Has the sky fallen or something?"

Nucky shouted at the door.

From outside the door came Louis's calm voice, "Boss, there's been an incident, LeBron is dead!"

"Which LeBron?" Nucky hadn't fully woken up, just mumbling, but after he finished, he suddenly sat up straight, not caring about his appearance, he jumped out of bed and opened the door.

"LeBron James from North District?"

Standing bare in front of Louis, Nucky asked loudly.

Louis nodded, "Yes, LeBron James from North District. An hour ago, he was shot dead by Defoe from North District. Eli has already surveyed the scene!"

"What the fuck!" Nucky exclaimed in disbelief. By this time, Louis had already entered Nucky's room and handed him a robe to wear. Lucy, accustomed to Louis's actions, didn't find it unusual.

After closing the bedroom door, they were in Nucky's study.

"What exactly happened?"

By then, Nucky was fully alert. It didn't matter that LeBron was dead, but LeBron couldn't die at this time.

"LeBron had a mistress in North District and this mistress had a husband, who is Defoe. Tonight when Defoe came home, he caught his wife with LeBron. Under the influence of alcohol and in a fit of rage, Defoe shot LeBron dead!"

Louis succinctly informed Nucky of the situation.

"That fool, did he really have to roll in the sheets with someone's wife in their own home?" Nucky was furious again.

But he knew that getting angry now wouldn't solve any problems.

"Immediately call Embiid. I want him to stabilize the order in North District as soon as possible. Also, tell Eli to bring that Defoe here. I need to know if someone's pulling the strings from behind the scenes!"

Louis looked worriedly at Nucky before replying, "Embiid can't control the situation in North District anymore. He's not in Atlantic City right now. His men told me he left Atlantic City this morning and hasn't returned yet!"

"What?" Nucky's face grew darker with anger, "Where has he gone at this time?"

Louis shook his head, "His men suspect that Embiid must have gone to Philadelphia!"

"What's he doing in Philadelphia?" Nucky asked.

"Embiid has a mistress in Philadelphia, so he goes there for a few days every month!"

"Again with the mistress!" Nucky ran his hand through his hair, frustrated with everyone's infatuation, "Then call him back right away, or by the time he returns, North District will already have a new ruler!"

Louis felt like he was the bearer of bad news for Nucky, "We can't find him. Embiid's mistress in Philadelphia is very secretive; he never takes any of his own people when he goes there!"

"What the fuck!" Nucky cursed again, unable to hold back his anger.

"Find him, tell his men to find him as fast as they can!"

"Yes!"

"And get me dressed, I'm going to the Public Safety Office to see that Defoe!" Nucky commanded, barely containing his rage.

"Uh!" Louis didn't know how to respond.

"What?" Nucky glared at Louis, asking in anger, "Are you going to tell me that Eli hasn't caught that Defoe and that Defoe has gone to see his mistress?"

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