In the West District, under the soft yellow light of Margaret's living room, Donnie was also soothing LeBron James.
"James, I really appreciate what you did this time. With the two of us joining forces, the alcohol supply at The Fuli Tavern is completely cut off!"
At that moment, a faint smile graced Donnie's face.
But on LeBron James' face was a wry smile of helplessness, "Donnie, this whole thing is too risky, you know, even without the two of us supplying The Fuli Tavern, David Jabbar can still get smuggled liquor from Nucky!"
"Dear LeBron, it seems your information is a bit outdated. As far as I know, The Fuli Tavern hasn't received any alcohol supply from Nucky for three straight days.
Have you forgotten what I told you before?
There's no way Nucky would get involved in this!"
LeBron James hadn't forgotten, or else he wouldn't have refused Nate earlier that day.
"So, is Nucky really planning to make a move on David Jabbar?" LeBron James asked excitedly.
