I was acting crazy in North America, and all the crazy people there took it seriously.

Chapter 20: The Scumbag's Madness (Two Chapters Combined, Please Read On!)
Donald is now quite used to seeking advice from his two strategists when he encounters difficulties.

This time, his voice was particularly hoarse. "Tell me, when God says I am the chosen one, yet provides the same support to another person, to my opponent, what does that mean?"

Faced with this unexpected problem, Richard and Logan had completely different focuses.

Richard paused, then asked incredulously, "Watt, you still believe in that god, and you still believe you're some kind of chosen one?"

I thought you had recovered!

Logan coughed lightly, staring at Donald with a pained expression, as if revealing the ultimate, ugly truth of the universe. "This probably means that you've been cheated on by the so-called God!"

"Cheating?!"

Donald seemed to be burned by the word, and he jumped up from his chair, his eyes wide open, as if he had heard the most absurd accusation in the world.

Shit, can you be serious? We're discussing the struggle for supremacy in the underworld, not some third-rate melodramatic romance novel.

Donald felt his hair standing on end, and every vein on his forehead throbbing wildly, almost bursting through his skin.

"Shut the hell up!" Donald spat out the words through gritted teeth, turning to look only at Richard.

Richard almost laughed at Logan's words, but then he thought that while they were crude, they were not unreasonable.

His reaction was direct and cold, like a bucket of ice water poured over someone's head: "I told you long ago, your so-called chosen one is definitely a lie."

Donald still found the words grating, but this time he didn't shut him up. Instead, he asked in return, "Then tell me, what's the point of that...mysterious man going to all this trouble to pull off this...trick?"

"He can conjure up alcohol without anyone noticing and sell it to me at the pre-Prohibition price. At that price, he couldn't possibly be doing it for profit."

"You all say he's lying to me, so what's his purpose?"

Well, I have to say, no matter how much Richard thought he was a charlatan, the wine Donald got was genuine, so Richard couldn't say the other party was just a complete fraud.

Well, there is only one truth.

Richard, with a knowing pity in his eyes, slowly asked, "Donnie, do you know anything about raising pigs?"

"Raising pigs?" Donald was stunned, completely unable to keep up with this leap of thought, his eyes filled with blankness.

“Yes, pig farming.” Richard nodded. “How do farmers raise pigs?”

"At first, we gave it the best pig feed and the warmest pigpen, coaxed it, and made it feel like the most precious pig in the pen. It was carefree, just eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, and grew fat and fast..."

He paused, his tone becoming serious, "When it's fat and strong enough, I'll cut it open and eat it."

Donald stood frozen in place, as if he had been petrified.

Logan was also stunned by Richard's brilliant reasoning. After a long while, he suppressed a laugh and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Yes, yes, yes, Donald is a pig.

Richard's analysis was quite logical. "If you think about it this way, it's perfectly normal that he gave the Italians the same treatment. Have you ever seen a farmer who only raises one pig?"

Donald glared at the two "dog heads" in front of him who only knew how to attack him, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably, and he forced out a roar from the deepest part of his chest:
"You fucking called me a pig?!"

……

"The Chosen One!"

"Han Solo" was captivating from the start, each syllable precisely piercing Donald's eardrums with an omniscient and all-powerful penetrating force.

“The ripples of the dark force whispered to me, and I sensed its disturbance in the deepest part of your heart.”

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze fixed on Donald. "Your understanding of the prophecy of the Dark Force, and your identity as the Chosen One... has wavered?"

Just as Donald was so angry with Richard and the other man that he didn't want to talk anymore, he turned around and went back to the underground bar to drown his sorrows in alcohol. That same night, "Han Solo" suddenly showed up at his door.

Logan certainly wasn't trying to mess with Old Tang.

He wanted to see just how crazy he could get, given the current level of understanding in America.

Even when he himself found the situation utterly absurd, Old Tang only wavered slightly. Could he continue his madness?

[We'll just have to make do with having Old Tang be the guinea pig!]

All of Don Nal's unease, doubts, and anger—which he suspected was like a pig or a white mouse—were laid bare before the seemingly all-knowing "Dark Force."

His throat was dry, and his lips moved a few times before he managed to squeeze out a hoarse voice, a voice carrying a sense of grievance and accusation that even he himself was unaware of:
"Master, that Italian guy from the south of the city, that Al Capone, did he also receive support from the Dark Force?"

Han Solo remained motionless, his gaze seemingly able to absorb all light and emotion.

"Alcapone?"

His voice regained its strange calm, even carrying a hint of nonchalant languor, as if discussing something trivial.

"The Dark Force permeates the world like rain falling on the earth, nourishing even the pebbles on the ground."

"Al Capone was just a pebble, receiving some insignificant help and a small deal during his brief encounter with the Dark Force, nothing more."

Translation: I was just playing around with her.

However, Donald didn't understand at all.

The fact that he wasn't the only one favored by the Dark Force was confirmed by the master. Donald's mind went blank, as if he had been hit hard by an invisible hammer.

His voice was distorted and twisted by the extreme emotional impact, "Heh, didn't you say I was the chosen one? The support I received from the Dark Force is nothing more than a pebble?"

"Where is this chosen one chosen?"

Faced with this almost blatant question, Han Solo showed no anger whatsoever. Instead, he slightly raised his head, as if looking down at the distraught Donald.

He raised one hand, the movement elegant and slow, his fingertips pointing towards Donald's violently heaving chest, the gesture carrying an unquestionable, divinely ordained solemnity.

"Do you know," Han Solo's voice boomed like a great bell, reverberating in Donald's chaotic mind, "how the Chosen One was forged and shaped?"

Donald was taken aback by this solemn (and pretentious) turn of events. His anger and grievances deflated like a punctured balloon, leaving only bewilderment and a hint of intrigued curiosity: "Wha...what?"

"The chosen one is like a peerless divine weapon that can cut the shackles of fate."

"It is not naturally sharp, but is forged in fire, hammered on an anvil, and repeatedly honed on hard whetstones!"

Han Solo's finger traced a cold arc in the air, as if demonstrating a peerless weapon being rubbed against an invisible whetstone. "That's the tempering through countless hammer blows!" "It's the tempering that grinds down countless whetstones!"

Han Solo's voice became deep and magnetic, like that of a preacher most skilled at seducing people in a church.
"The Al Capone you're talking about? He's nothing more than a small whetstone, a whetstone that the Dark Force nurtured for the Chosen Ones, a whetstone that needed to be hard enough!"

"Remember, no matter how many whetstones stand in your way, they exist for only one purpose—to prove that you are the one and only chosen blade! They were all created for you!"

Translate this: Believe me, no matter how many girls I flirt with, the one I love most will always be you!
Donald still couldn't tell that his emotions were running high.

"but!"

Han Solo's voice suddenly turned stern, as if carrying a heavy sense of disappointment and frustration.

"What is the most powerful weapon of a true chosen one, a king destined to rule the shadows? Is it the Force? No!"

"Han Solo" points directly to Donald's heart: "It is his absolute belief in himself as the chosen one! It is his unwavering loyalty to his mission, even unto death!"

Translation, translation—can you please stop being so suspicious of everything?!
A wave of immense shame washed over Donald, instantly overwhelming his heart.

He dared not look Han Solo in the eye again, his gaze darting downwards, his voice becoming hoarse, "I was wrong! I... I dared to doubt the guidance of the Dark Force!"

Han Solo sighed softly, the sound particularly clear in the quiet room.

That's a sign of utter contempt for this person who so skillfully plays the role of a scumbag!
—How to use PUA (Pick-Up Artist) tactics when a scumbag is caught cheating? First, a seemingly reasonable explanation, then a passionate confession, followed by an irresistible sex scene…

—Pah! There can't be a sex scene, but there are substitutes.

Han Solo slowly took a step forward, his outstretched hand with fingers spread and his palm pressed down.

A black ceramic wine jar suddenly appeared on the ground.

He spoke again, his voice filled with a seductive tenderness that only a scumbag would use to appease his target: "The purest and most irreplaceable expectation of the Dark Force will always belong only to the chosen one, do you understand?"

"This is Force Alcohol—the essence of medicinal alcohol refined with Force!"

"It is made by gathering the essence of heaven and earth, collecting nine rare and precious ingredients, and using ancient secret methods!"

—No, that's not true.

—This is a medicinal wine recipe that Logan pulled out of the "Han Solo" knowledge base again after experiencing the benefits of the "Bewitching Wine".

Then I went to a long-established Chinese medicine shop in Chinatown and bought out all the local medicinal herbs, such as epimedium, deer antler, cynomorium, and morinda officinalis!
The poor shop owner didn't even know how to react to this pervert. First, he bought a bunch of "poison," then a bunch of kidney-tonifying herbs. If it weren't for the lack of reports of mass female disappearances in the newspapers, he would have thought this pervert was going to poison women and then kill them!
"Based on the spiritual springs of the Central Plains, it is placed in a thousand-year-old sandalwood barrel and hidden deep within an ice cellar in the polar regions!"

—No, that's not true.

—The base liquor is baijiu brewed by Chinese people in America and purchased from Chinatown; the liquor jars are also locally made ceramic jars purchased from Chinatown and then hidden in the space backpack.

"It was created by nine Jedi Knights who secluded themselves to comprehend the Dao, who spent eighty-one days gathering the essence of the Force and seizing the creation of heaven and earth, and brewing it for three hundred and sixty-five days and nights!"

—No, that's not true.

—Han Suoluo spent only two nights processing the medicinal herbs according to the prescription, then soaked them in alcohol for a week.

—The steeping time was too short, and I was a bit clumsy at first, so the effect was at most 30% of the perfect product, but it was enough to be used as a guinea pig for PUA.

"This is a gift from the Dark Force, reserved only for the Chosen Ones, allowing them to be filled with conviction and forever maintain their prowess!"

What could be said in a few sentences in Chinese, when translated into English by "Han Suoluo," was still in a poetic style, taking a full fifteen minutes to finish, until his mouth was practically cramping.

This bird language is so damn bad, it's not as good as Chinese. It's so long and doesn't rhyme... He silently complained to himself.

Donald listened in a daze, and in the end, he still didn't understand what this "Force Alcohol" was for.

But it doesn't matter, it sounds amazing, this must be something good!

Most importantly, did you hear that? This is a privilege only the chosen ones can enjoy!
Donald was almost in tears, filled with unbearable shame and regret. "I have failed the master's expectations!"

He lifted the wine jar from the ground with both hands, as if he were holding up some invisible, supreme truth.

Even if he were to actually take his heart out right now, it wouldn't seem impossible.

Han Solo nodded slightly, his gaze unfocused, as if he were looking through time and space to see Donald's future loyalty!
In reality, he was just summarizing in his mind—

The patch seems to be working well; it's estimated that no matter how many more "Dark Force" supporters emerge, Old Tang won't waver.

[It still has to be crazy!]

[If the initial burst of madness goes wrong, don't be afraid. Just keep going crazy, even crazier, and everything will make sense.]

……

Richard was surprised to find that, after just one night, Donald, who had been quite depressed, was now radiant and full of energy again.

He couldn't help but ask, "You've come to your senses so quickly?"

Donald glanced at him sideways, a mocking look on his face, "You don't understand. I was wrong all along. God's actions have their own reasons, and I shouldn't have doubted them."

Richard: "..."

No, that's it?
You forgave him for cheating after just one night?
What kind of green turtle behavior is this!
"Your 'god' promised to stop supporting the Italians?" That was the only thing Richard could think of.

Donald didn't care at all, and even felt a certain pity for him. "The Italians are quite pitiful. I'll support them if I want."

Richard has completely lost his touch!
So, your "god" continues to "stray," and you learn to turn a blind eye, and everyone lives happily together?
Richard felt a chill run down his spine!
Later, he secretly said to Logan, "Could the 'god' that Donald mentioned be an unparalleled male enchantress who has Donald completely bewitched?"

Logan almost choked to death on him!

"Don't talk nonsense, I think Tang's sexual orientation is perfectly normal!"

Subsequent events proved that it was not only normal, but excessively normal!
When news reached Richard's ears that Donald had taken several women from a bar and spent the night with them in a frenzy, he was stunned.

"My God! Tang's soul has been stolen? He couldn't possibly be this freakish!"

Logan shrugged. "This is probably revenge on society after being manipulated by a jerk!"

Richard: "??"

……

　This scumbag is begging you all to add this to your favorites and keep reading!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)