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Two days later in Elwood Village.
Under the guidance of Old Carl, Donnie came to a horse stable. At this moment, David Jabbar, usually pampered in Atlantic City, was curled up in a corner of the stable. When he saw Donnie.
A look of confusion appeared on his face, followed by anger, then a plea for mercy in his eyes.
"Donnie, Donnie, Donnie, I know I was wrong. I swear to God, from now on, I will follow your orders in Atlantic City, with you as my leader!"
As he spoke, David Jabbar scrambled over to Donnie's feet, hugged Donnie's calves, and begged for mercy.
Donnie had intended to discuss business in the stable, but the smell inside was unbearable.
"Let's talk outside!"
Stepping out of the stable, Donnie instantly felt refreshed. However, the sight of David Jabbar covered in cow dung filled him with disgust.
