A Red Dead Redemption Story

Chapter 275 Just give him a beating
After Sadie waved her hands and left, Arthur said thank you to Charlie, then looked at Eamonn who was walking with a box and asked:

"What is this?"

"I don't know, I haven't opened it yet, but O'Drisik hid it before he was arrested." Aemon said and handed the box to Arthur.

After opening it, Arthur looked at the neatly arranged cash inside, with a somewhat interesting expression on his face. He smiled and said:

"Someone keeps sending me money lately. What's going on?"

Amon had been in charge of monitoring Odlisk's movements before, but he didn't recognize the younger brother who ran errands for Bronte, so he didn't know that the money was a deposit from Bronte to Odlisk.

After taking a brief look, Arthur closed the box, handed it to Charlie, and said:

"Take it and give it to those who participated in the operation just now, and tell them they did a good job."

Regarding Arthur's overly generous behavior, Charlie and Eamonn, who worked under Arthur, were already used to it, so they didn't say much about it. However, Eamonn opened his mouth to explain to Arthur:
"Well, boss, I saw Sadie rushing up before. It's not that I don't want to help..."

"Okay." Arthur interrupted Eamonn's explanation. Without him having to say anything, Arthur could figure out why Eamonn didn't go to help. On the one hand, he wanted to send the news back to him, but on the other hand, Arthur's order was very... Clearly, that is keeping an eye on the target, and there is nothing to blame about it.

"Listen, don't think too much. Although O'Drisik's side was taken away by Lambert, the surveillance continues, and so does Bronte's side. Don't let up."

"Understood, boss."

Looking at Eamonn who left to work after saying that, Arthur shook his head at Charlie and said:
"Could it be that he feels that in my heart, people like Sadie and Sean are more important than those of you who come after you, so he wants to explain to me in a unnecessary way?"

Charlie smiled and said:
"Is that so?"

"cut."

Arthur didn't say anything more, turned around and walked towards John, who had been waiting there since just now, and a fat man he didn't know. Charlie followed Arthur silently and naturally.

"Arthur..."

"Mr. Marston, let me guess, you are definitely not coming to Saint Denis to meet Abigail and Jack, are you?"

I don't know what the reason is, every time I see Arthur recently, John feels that he is going to be weaker before he speaks, whether it is in momentum or in his voice.

John took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and said:

"I think you took good care of them for me, didn't you?"

"So, can you help me let Dutch see the reality clearly? Or is he still insisting and refusing to admit that the kind of life he pursues will never come back?"

Arthur doesn't want to say these words every time. Really, if he can, he would rather tell John directly, leave Dutch and stay with your family, while there is still a chance, while there is still time, go Do something truly meaningful.

However, Arthur knew that John would not listen.

John sniffed and replied stubbornly:

"I'll just take it as you thanking me for my help just now."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Marston?"

Seeing that the conversation between the two was about to end here, the fat man who had been observing the two of them secretly poked John.

"what?"

"...Sale of stolen goods, supplies, and then the Bank of Saint-Denis?"

Hearing the unknown fat man mention the bank, Arthur immediately frowned. Sensing something bad, he asked John seriously:

"Don't tell me, do you have any ideas about the Bank of Saint-Denis?"

"Yes... so what!" John originally wanted to say, 'That's what Dutch meant', but it turned out to be another sentence after he said it.

This time John did not give Arthur a chance to teach him a lesson. He just listened and John continued confidently:

"Do you think everything must go according to your wishes? Or can't we do it without you?! You are not God, Arthur. You can't save everything, and you can't make everything go as you want. If this goes on, I will no longer be the kid who was running after you, so I’ll put an end to your bad habit of educating people, and I will decide how I should go!”

"..."

What John Marston said really made Arthur angry to death.

Even Charlie, who had listened to the entire conversation at the back, frowned unconsciously, as if he disagreed with John's words.

"Oh, John..." Arthur was trying to use a more friendly way of communication, and tried to persuade him a few more words.

But John didn't appreciate it. He had already turned around and was about to leave.

Is it really him? Damn it, Arthur couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it would be great if Hosea was here. I don't know why, and I don't know when it started. Maybe it was after John was older. Every time, Arthur Talk to John about something, and this is how it ends.

Either Arthur chose to use force to 'persuade' him, or they broke up on bad terms.

Looking at John's retreating back, and the fat man who looked back at him from time to time, Arthur asked Charlie:

"Do you have a brother? One who is younger than you?"

Charlie shook his head and said uncertainly:
"I heard that a beating will do."

Arthur glanced at Charlie with a smile and said with approval:
"This trick worked well when I was young, but it may not work well now."

Listening to Arthur's words, Charlie asked curiously:

"Is he yours?"

"I can say that I watched him grow up. He was much cuter when he was a child than he is now. Of course, he is still a little bastard. I don't think there is any conflict between them." After Arthur said this, he didn't Go on again.

After adjusting his mood, Arthur said to Charlie again:
"Now let's worry about the hearings we have to face next."

No matter what, Arthur had to resolve his own troubles first, and only in this way could he be able to wipe his ass for John when that brat really caused something.

Moreover, it’s not just the hearings, but also Bronte, Cornwall, Pinkerton, and that damn secret. All I can say is that the trouble is like shit, sticking to the soles of my shoes one after another. , as soon as one lump was cleared, he went up the pole to remove another lump.

"Hosea, arrangements are already being made," Charlie said.

Arthur nodded and prepared to go back to the hotel.

On the way, while passing the city hall, a man wearing a suit and a black cowboy hat stood outside the gate smoking a cigarette. There was a young Indian and a white man beside him. This combination evoked Arthur's interest.

I don’t know if it was some mistake or something else. Anyway, Arthur stepped forward and chatted up:

"Hello, good afternoon, gentlemen."

The old Indian looked at Arthur and said:

"We saw you when you were in the carriage team crossing the river at Cumberland Falls, and at the banquet a few days ago when you were on the second-floor terrace."

"Well, you have good observation skills, Arthur, Arthur Morgan."

"Mr. Morgan, you can call me Luoyu. Next to me is my son, Feiying. Yes, I am a very observant person. If we are still regarded as humans..."

(End of this chapter)