I was acting crazy in North America, and all the crazy people there took it seriously.

Chapter 92 I'm going to beat the crap out of him.
The benefits of having a private jet become apparent when you need to travel urgently.

Logan, along with several "heroes" from Arkham Academy and a few capable henchmen from the Irish gang, boarded a newly acquired passenger plane and roared towards Missouri.

Landing is also simple; all you need is a smooth patch of grass.

The roar of the propellers was still echoing in his ears when Logan jumped off the plane and saw Donald being held hostage by dozens of townspeople with shotguns.

—Although Donald and his party also carried guns, the consequences of firing a gun on someone else's turf were unimaginable, so Donald wisely chose to raise a French military salute.

Then, he called his younger cousin to bring people to his rescue.

When they saw a plane land and a group of burly men who looked menacing disembark, the townspeople began to believe that this Donald was indeed Donald.

Logan was also allowed to approach Donald. "What's going on here?"

Donald gritted his teeth, "Damn it! Someone's stolen my name!"

Amidst the townspeople's angry rebukes, he finally figured out what had happened:

It turns out that just half a month ago, a man who looked quite shrewd and capable, with a perfect Irish accent, came to this small town.

He claimed that he had just happened to be passing by and was surprised to find so many fellow Irish people there, and then naturally "revealed" his identity - "I am Donald from the Chicago Irish Gang".

In America today, which well-informed Irish person hasn't heard of the Irish gang, Donald?

He fought against the US military, vehemently criticized the British in newspapers, and supported Irish independence... In the hearts of many Irish immigrants, he was practically a national hero!

The Irish villagers in the small town were immediately thrilled and felt honored, and they all wanted to treat him to drinks and give him a warm welcome.

After a few rounds of drinks, this "Donald" said that in order to thank his fellow villagers for their hospitality, he was willing to bring them a way to make money—smuggling illicit liquor.

Would any Irish people refuse this?
Just kidding, the Irish were the most vocal in their opposition to Prohibition among all immigrant groups in the United States.

And this "Donald" actually brought people and brought in some decent quality bootleggings. Although the quantity was small, it completely dispelled everyone's doubts.

Then, this "Donald" stated that transporting wine from Chicago over long distances was costly and risky. The Irish group planned to invest directly in building a winery locally, and considering they were all from the same hometown, they allowed everyone to "take a share" and share the profits.

"Tsk! It's over!" Logan already knew what was going to happen next.

But who wouldn't be tempted at the time? It was a sure thing, a great opportunity to make money. The Irish people in the town took out their savings and handed them over to this "Donald," looking forward to the wealth that the distillery would bring after it was built.

After receiving the money, "Donnell" used the excuse of returning to Chicago to arrange for more manpower and equipment to come over, and then... he never returned.

By the time the townspeople realized something was wrong, the place was already deserted.

Some people wanted to go to Chicago to seek redress, but many more realized they had been scammed!

That was all their hard-earned savings! Just because they believed "fellow villagers won't cheat each other," it's all gone!

Their anger was understandable.

Just then, the real Donald arrived in a grand manner, shouting as soon as he entered, "I'm Donald, the drink is on me, fellow countryman..."

The townspeople thought, "Damn it, it's 'fellow villagers' again. Can't you scammers come up with a different excuse?"

The townspeople didn't shoot him; they were actually quite good-natured.

After figuring out what had happened, Logan was at a loss for words, unsure whether to marvel at the townspeople's naiveté or lament Donald's bad luck. Donald, however, was furious, pounding his chest and stamping his feet, feeling like his lungs were about to explode. "Damn it! If only I had arrived a few days earlier! I could have caught that damned bastard myself!"

"How dare he impersonate me to swindle people and ruin my reputation! This isn't over, I'm going to find him!"

As per Donald's telegram request, one of the "heroes" Logan brought this time was skilled in figure drawing.

Based on the townspeople's varied descriptions, he quickly sketched a lifelike portrait of the conman—a middle-aged white man with a cynical smile on his face.

"That's him! That's the bastard!" The townspeople pointed at the portrait, their emotions running high.

With a portrait, tracking becomes much easier.

While Donald left people behind to deal with the townspeople's losses, he used his connections with gangs and newspapers to inquire about the possible escape routes of the con artists.

News spread quickly: someone had seen the man and bought a ticket to the next town—which happened to be another Irish-majority neighborhood!

Donald was completely devastated!

Is this an attempt to swindle fellow villagers to death?
His poor reputation!
Logan was also convinced; it turned out that regardless of race, people liked to cheat each other!
No, the scammer might not actually be of Irish descent.

Donald was furious and couldn't wait a moment longer. He immediately took his elite men, boarded Logan's plane, and flew directly to that town!

This is something so fun—no, so infuriating—Logan definitely wants to go along!
However, when they arrived, they learned that "Donald" had just left.

What made Donald even more furious was that when he was about to pursue the matter again, he was stopped by the townspeople. "What do you think you're going to do to Mr. Donald?! Let me tell you, he's a hero to us Irish people..."

"He's gone back to Chicago to call in reinforcements, so don't even think about touching him!"

"Are you trying to sabotage our plans to build a winery here?"

The townspeople hadn't realized they'd been scammed yet; they were all wary and hostile!
Donald was so angry that veins bulged on his forehead. He pointed at his own nose and roared, "Bullshit! I'm the real Donald from Chicago! That guy is a complete fraud!"

The townspeople were stunned, standing there dumbfounded.

Logan cut straight to the heart of the matter, "How much money did he swindle from you?"

After a long pause, someone finally said, trembling, "He...he just took the money our whole town had pooled together for our investment...saying that fellow villagers wouldn't cheat each other..."

"Ahhhh——!"

Donald felt his blood pressure spike and his head buzz whenever he heard the phrase "fellow villagers don't cheat each other"!

He came full of ambition to "expand his territory," but before he even started, his reputation was ruined by a swindler who also swindled so many fellow villagers out of their money in his name!

If this gets back to Chicago, where will Donald put his face?

How should he face the masters who are waiting to crown him?
What's even more terrifying is that if he hadn't come out, and that "Donald" had deceived him all the way, and then the truth came out...

Donald roared in extreme rage, "Chase him! Chase him! I'm going to beat this bastard to a pulp!"

……

　Logan: I'm not from the same hometown, so I'm not lying to them. I'm noble!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)