America 1919

On the morning of the third day after LeBron James was taken into custody, Brad Dorn appeared at the Public Security Office.

His reason for coming this time was, naturally, to post bail for LeBron James!

"Dorn, have you lost your mind?"

Seeing that Brad Dorn had actually come to post bail for LeBron James made Eli Johnson nearly go insane.

"You actually came to the Public Security Office for a black man?"

This was something Eli Johnson could not accept. As one of the most influential attorneys in Atlantic City, he was actually posting bail for a black man.

Was he not worried that such behavior would be disdained by the white people of Atlantic City?

"Of course, I haven't lost my mind. If Mr. Johnson, you have any doubts, I can have my personal physician provide a certification. Besides, Mr. James is a citizen legally holding the identity of the United States. Why couldn't I post bail for him?

Or are you suggesting, Mr. Johnson, that you are discriminating against a black man?"

Facing the angry Eli Johnson, Brad Dorn maintained his composure, his face wearing a refined smile, which easily made one overlook his receding hairline.

Johnson's expression froze; discriminating against a black person was an inherent thought for every white American, and they did not shy away from voicing such thoughts.

But these people were all ordinary folks. Eli Johnson was not an ordinary man. Although he was a fool, he still believed he would achieve great success in the future, even taking Nucky's place as the King of Atlantic City.

With such aspirations, Eli had to consider the demographic base of black people in Atlantic City.

"I spoke out of turn just now!" Eli immediately admitted his mistake, then said, "LeBron James's case is very complicated, and we do not permit anyone to bail him out!"

Although he had admitted his mistake, Eli Johnson absolutely could not let LeBron James leave this place. Short-term, he had no way to deal with Donnie Block, and Nucky had already cut off The Fuli Tavern's supply of liquor.

Now, their only remaining source of liquor was LeBron James. If they released LeBron at this time, The Fuli Tavern would be finished!

If The Fuli Tavern was finished, his own ambition to prove that he could succeed without relying on Nucky would naturally be shattered!

Therefore, Eli Johnson could only stubbornly refuse Brad Dorn's bail request!

"Mr. Johnson, I believe you have made a mistake. According to the Constitution of the United States, every citizen can be bailed out before being formally convicted. That is a right granted by the Constitution to every citizen."

"Don't talk to me about those things!" Eli Johnson was now enraged, and yelled, "I know the Constitution of the United States better than you, and we have already found the witnesses needed to charge LeBron James, so you cannot bail him out!"

Brad Dorn chuckled, "Again, even if you have witnesses, until the court formally passes judgment, LeBron James is still an innocent man. So now, Mr. Johnson, are you planning to defy the Constitution?"

Faced with the aggressive Brad Dorn, Eli Johnson found himself at a loss for how to counter.

If he could not counter, then the only option left was to be shamelessly obstinate!

"OK, if you think I'm violating the Constitution, then go ahead and sue me. I'll be waiting!"

At this point, Eli Johnson was behaving like a pig who doesn't fear scalding water.

Brad Dorn, who had always been smiling, was now slightly stupefied. If it were within the scope of U.S. law, Brad Dorn was sure he could easily crush the fool before him.

But when the fool no longer played by the usual rules, he found himself at a loss.

Luckily, Donnie had made preparations for such a situation before coming here.

"Of course, if Mr. Johnson, you refuse to release him, you might want to take a look at the situation outside the Public Security Office right now!"

Johnson's expression changed, "What do you mean?"

Brad Dorn chuckled, "Have you forgotten that Mr. LeBron James is a person of considerable prestige in the North District?"

When Eli Johnson walked to the window and saw the dense crowd of black people gathered at the entrance of the Public Security Office, his brows twitched instantly.

"Are you threatening me?"

Eli Johnson turned sharply towards Brad Dorn, his eyes burning with fire, seemingly ready to incinerate Brad Dorn on the spot!

Brad Dorn still had a smile on his face, but he spoke in a volume that only he and Eli Johnson could hear, "Eli, you've lost this time. Neither the Commodore nor Nucky wants to see the North District in chaos because chaos in the North District implies they've lost control over it. Do you think either party can accept that outcome if the Democrats seize the opportunity to step in?"

Although Atlantic City is the Republican's backyard, it doesn't mean there are no Democrats present, it's just that the two successive leaders in Atlantic City were staunch Republicans, which made the Democratic Party seem non-existent here.

But seeming non-existent and actually being non-existent are definitely two different things.

Watching Eli Johnson's face shifting expressions, Brad Dorn continued to smile, "Let them go. Only by doing so can we end this awkward situation now. Otherwise, I think it won't take ten minutes before someone from the Commodore and Nucky's side will come here, and your situation will become even more awkward!"

.

LeBron James, Seth Owen, and Reggie Love walked out of the Public Security Bureau with their heads held high; outside was a team of over a hundred black people.

Seth Owen had a smug smile on his face, even showing a flash of contempt while looking at LeBron James.

All these psychological changes actually stemmed from their three-day prison ordeal. Initially, within the cell, Eli Johnson wanted to use the inmates there to severely deal with the three of them.

As the boss of the North District, LeBron James naturally didn't need to discuss his combat power, but unfortunately, years of comfortable living had caused him to lose his fighting skills.

The ones who actually fought were Owen and Love.

So Owen believed that he should be cheered by others when he came out.

When he saw the dense crowd outside of the Public Security Bureau, Owen was already preparing to spread his arms and bask in the cheers of the people.

Indeed, the crowd of black people outside the Public Security Bureau did cheer, but they were not cheering for Owen, they were cheering for LeBron James.

LeBron James made the gesture Owen had imagined, opening his arms wide to greet those cheering for him, watching as James basked in the glory that Owen felt should have been his own.

At that moment, Owen was not angry; he thought that since nobody had seen what had occurred in the cell, it made sense they did not cheer for him.

As long as LeBron James would tell everyone about the situation back then, they would cheer for him!

So, Owen looked forward to LeBron James, hoping James would speak to the crowd about the incident in the cell.

And indeed, James did speak about what happened in the cell.

"When I went all out, those guys were no match for me. It was only a matter of seconds before I had them sorted out, and only then did they realize who they had crossed!"

James credited all the accolades to himself.

Naturally, such words earned him even more cheers.

"I...."

Seeing this, Owen couldn't help but want to step forward but was held back by Love's grip on his arm.

Love, caring little about the situation, accepted that they were James' underlings. If the boss liked to hog the glory, let him have it. As long as they were in it together, that was all that mattered!

Realizing this, Love shook his head at Owen.

Owen was persuaded by Love, but he began to harbor some dissatisfaction towards James in his heart.

The group left to the sounds of cheers and went to the North District.

Watching the departing crowd, Eli Johnson had a complex look in his eyes; he felt utterly defeated at this moment. Although often considered unintelligent, Eli understood at this time that if things continued on this trend—

The Fuli Tavern managed by David Jabbar would truly fall into decline.

So, did he still need to stick with David Jabbar and pledge allegiance to the Commodore?

What if the Commodore were to fall in the end?

Considering this possibility and thinking about his dealings with Nucky—

Eli Johnson made a sudden decision in his heart. After giving a few brief instructions, he immediately left the Public Security Bureau and headed towards the Ritz Hotel!