Milton

"Come on, Arthur, stop thinking with your sentimental mind about things you can't control. We do whatever Dutch says! Damn it, you're either cursing or complaining every day, even more annoying than Ms. Susan!

I heard that schools in Saint Denis now teach children social skills. I think you might be able to pretend to be a fifteen-year-old girl and go learn too, Arthur Morgan!"

As a thirty-year-old man, Davey was clearly as aggressive as Arthur in his verbal attacks.

He could even hold his own against Arthur.

"So you'll only use your mouth to attack me? Davey, you…"

"If you can't beat me with words, you want to use a gun, do you? Arthur, you're as childish and ridiculous as a kid."

"Sh*t! Davey Callander, why did I only realize today that you're the biggest idiot?"

Arthur finally tasted defeat, not from Mary, but from Davey.

The two were exchanging sarcastic remarks when suddenly, the other end of the bar was tapped with a finger.

"Thump, thump, thump…"

The sound caught Arthur and Davey's attention. Arthur turned his head, a look of surprise on his face.

"Andrew Milton? Oh, sh*t, you're like persistent ghosts, Mr. Milton, you can appear anywhere."

That's right, it was Pinkerton Detective Milton, and his subordinate, Ross.

The last time they met was in Blackwater, two or three months ago.

After parting ways in Blackwater, Mr. Milton and Mr. Ross took Van der Linde's train to Saint Denis, then traveled east by train.

Arthur had thought he would never see this senior Pinkerton Detective again after that separation, but unexpectedly, after only three months, these two Agents appeared before him again.

"That's not how you speak to a guest, Mr. Morgan. It's good to see you again, Mr. Morgan. That's how you greet a guest, isn't it?" Mr. Milton leaned on his cane, standing in front of the bar counter, facing Arthur and Davey who were seated at the bar, and said calmly.

"You're right, Mr. Milton, but I'm not sure if you're a guest," Arthur turned and glanced at Davey beside him, then replied.

Davey silently got off the seat and then silently walked out of the saloon.

He was going to convey the news of Mr. Milton's arrival in Saint Denis to Dutch; he knew what Arthur meant without him having to speak.

Mr. Milton exchanged a glance with Davey as he passed, but did not stop him.

Instead, he turned his gaze back to Arthur.

"It seems you've been doing well recently, Mr. Morgan. Your ability to reach this point is quite beyond my expectations."

"To be honest, it's beyond my expectations too." Arthur sighed, his gaze on Mr. Milton.

"So, Agent, what's your purpose in coming here this time? Still to hunt us down? Or are you acting on orders from those wealthy people in the east?" Arthur looked at Mr. Milton, not standing up from his chair, and even his tone carried a hint of sarcasm.

In the past, Mr. Milton would always get defensive and angry when Arthur called him a rich man's lapdog, but today, uncharacteristically, he didn't retort. Instead, he simply nodded and said, "Yes, Mr. Morgan.

Senator McKinley from the east sent me. Your Veteran Club has seriously harmed the interests of the United States Congress. And my purpose in coming here this time is to shut down your Veteran Club, or to do so by force, Mr. Morgan."

Listening to Mr. Milton's understated words and seeing his indifferent expression, Arthur became extremely angry. He stood up from his chair and angrily said, "So, Mr. Milton, is this what you mean by loving this society and all its imperfections?

Is this what you call the job of a Pinkerton Detective?

Damn it, do you know how many people rely on our Veteran Club for a living? Do you know how many families will be torn apart if the Veteran Club is closed?

Mr. Milton, do you just like being a rich man's lapdog? What benefits did they give you to make you work so hard for them?"

Arthur's voice grew louder and louder, almost yelling by the end.

If he had tuberculosis now, he would surely have to bend over and cough because he couldn't shout anymore.

But he didn't.

"So, this is my purpose in coming here, Mr. Morgan. I think I need to talk to Mr. Van der Linde."

Mr. Milton was not at all angry about Arthur calling him a lapdog.

Looking at his consistently indifferent demeanor, Arthur sighed deeply and said, "I don't think you have anything to talk about. Dutch won't let you close the Veteran Club, and neither will anyone in the West.

Mr. Milton, if you don't want to lose your lives here, then you can leave now. Go back to your East!

Let those damn Eastern gentlemen come themselves, with an army, otherwise, our Veteran Club will only stay open forever!

Their lives in the East are already good enough, they've made enough money, why can't they give us ordinary people a living area of our own?"

Arthur felt a fire brewing inside him.

These damn Eastern capitalists are like bandits; they want everything they see! They don't give ordinary people any way to survive!

Damn it, he thought he understood now why Dutch always harbored the idea of blowing up the East. Why Dutch always said those people in the East wouldn't tolerate them.

Because he now wanted to take over the East too!