Reborn in 1878: America's Number One Bandit

Chapter 74 Why did they want to harm me?

San Francisco, Chinatown.

A well-decorated tea room.

The presidents of the six major associations in Chinatown gathered here.

"Heh, this Dennis Kearney, really... what goes around comes around."

Chairman Zhou of the San Yi Association stroked his beard and smiled happily.

"is not that right."

President Nie of Yanghe Association picked up his teacup: "His statement 'Chinese people must get out' has caused us Chinese a lot of harm. That bastard used our suffering as a ladder to climb up."

"Now look what's happened, he's the one who's going to roll into hell first."

Their schadenfreude did not stem from simple hatred.

In their view, all white people are the same.

When white people bully white people, it's like dogs fighting.

Kearney, that mad dog who has been relentlessly attacking the Chinese, is now being attacked by another pack of even madder white dogs.

This is a good thing for them.

This can temporarily shift the attention of those high-and-mighty Westerners away from Chinatown and the Chinese.

……

San Rafael, the county seat of Marin County.

Underground prison.

"Boss! What do we do! I... I don't want to be hanged!"

A young lackey squatted in the corner, clutching his hair with both hands, his face already covered in snot and tears.

"FUCK! Shut your stinking mouth!"

Another henchman kicked him in frustration: "If you fucking yell again, I'll snap your neck first!"

Dennis sat calmly in the middle of the group.

"All of you, shut the hell up!"

"What's the use of crying? Will crying make that son of a bitch like Buck let us go?"

"But, Boss..."

"But what?"

Dennis growled, "Don't forget, this is America, a place ruled by law! We've been framed!"

"That head that popped up out of nowhere isn't ours! They don't have any solid evidence to prove we colluded with the gang!"

"My friends are definitely out there trying to find the best lawyers and raise the bail money!"

"As long as we can be released on bail, I have a way to prove our innocence!"

His mouth still worked even when he was in the dungeon.

The men gradually settled down.

They also believed in Dennis's abilities; his mouth, on the San Francisco stage, could drive tens of thousands of workers wild.

"Yes! The boss is right! We've been framed!"

"After we get out, not only will we clear our names, but we'll also find out which son of a bitch stabbed us in the back!"

"It must be those railway company tycoons; they're afraid of us!"

"Either it's a Chinese group in Chinatown, no, they don't have the guts!"

Dennis squinted, lost in thought.

He was also thinking that they had a smooth journey until they arrived in Strawberry Town.

It was that inexplicable little town.

The people there were like madmen, beating them indiscriminately.

He was quite certain that it was during that chaos that the package was planted in his duffel bag.

"Strawberry Town, that place is definitely not clean!"

"Brothers, remember that place! Once we get out, the first thing we need to do is thoroughly investigate Strawberry Town. There's definitely something wrong there!"

"Squeak-"

At that moment, the dungeon door was violently pushed open.

Lieutenant Buck walked in.

Dennis's heart skipped a beat, but he still managed to maintain his composure.

He's a politician; he needs to solve problems using politician methods. "Lieutenant Buck."

He spoke up first: "I understand how you feel. You've lost your superior, your brother, and your anger is justified."

Buck stopped and looked at Dennis with a half-smile.

Dennis continued, displaying his eloquence: "But Lieutenant, you've been used! We've all been used!"

"Haven't you realized it yet? There's an unseen hand manipulating all of this. It killed Colonel Cross and then pinned the crime on us Irishmen!"

"It wants us to fight, to fight us to the death with the state government and your army. It wants to muddy the waters! We are all victims!"

"Ah……"

Buck grinned and asked, "Are you done?"

"Anything else? With that mouth of yours that can talk the dead back to life, what other fresh dog shit can you spit out?"

"..."

Dennis frowned.

Did this guy even listen to what he said?

He gritted his teeth and continued, "It doesn't matter if you don't believe me. I will investigate myself, and my friends will be here soon with the judge's bail order. I will be released on bail."

"And I, Dennis Kearney, reserve the right to prosecute you! For this unlawful detention and assault, you and your militia battalion will stand trial!"

"Bail? Prosecution? Hahahaha!"

Buck finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

"Dennis, you're the most damn boastful Irish bastard I've ever met in my life."

"However, you're absolutely right about one thing: your friends are indeed trying to get you out of here."

Dennis's heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough, there is still hope.

His lawyer must have already contacted Buck.

"Then why aren't you letting us leave?"

Buck's mockery deepened: "Oh, no, no, no, Dennis, things might be a little different from what you think."

“Your friends aren’t planning to pay that hefty bail.”

"They chose to rob by force."

Dennis was stunned: "What? Impossible! How could this be?"

Buck chuckled, pulled a crumpled newspaper from his pocket, and slammed it at Dennis.

"Open your dog eyes wide and take a good look!"

"Look how your good brothers fucking saved you!"

A strange and ominous premonition rose in Dennis's heart.

He picked up the newspaper.

The first thing you see is a huge black and white photograph.

In the video, a group of thugs wearing masks are seen holding a huge banner.

Release Dennis! Or we will slaughter Saint Raphael!

"boom!"

Dennis felt the world suddenly go black.

"It's fake! This is fucking fake!"

Dennis, like a madman, frantically tore at the newspaper: "Impossible! These bastards! They're trying to kill me! This is a conspiracy! A colossal conspiracy!"

"Snapped!"

Buck slapped him so hard he was dizzy: "It's all in the fucking newspapers, all of California saw it! And it's fake?"

"You can stay in this dungeon and wait!"

"Unless your Irish gang brothers can step over the corpses of everyone in our militia camp and get in!"

"Otherwise, you can wait to be personally sent to the gallows by me!"

After saying that, Buck ignored the desperate roars from inside the cell and left the dungeon laughing wildly.

Dennis broke down, kneeling on the ground and roaring to the sky.

"Damn it! I don't even know these sons of bitches Irish thugs!"

Why did they want to hurt me?!

(End of this chapter)