Reborn in America, I am a legendary short seller on Wall Street.

Chapter 121 The End of Henry Williams
At 8 p.m. on Monday, snowflakes began to fall in the Boston sky.

Henry Williams quietly slipped out of his cheap apartment building, carrying a small leather suitcase.

Henry Williams let out a long sigh of relief as the apartment building door closed gently behind him.

He already owes three months' rent, and if the landlord catches him now, he won't be able to leave.

Henry Williams looked around and, instead of choosing the main road that was nearby, fearing that someone might be lying in wait for him, he chose a secluded path, intending to take a long detour to the station.

But as soon as he turned a corner, Henry Williams stopped abruptly because two men in black trench coats and top hats were blocking his way.

Henry Williams' face showed fear. He turned to run, but before he knew it, two men dressed similarly blocked his way.

Despite his imposing physique, Henry Williams trembled like a leaf as the four men slowly approached, utterly unable to resist.

The first man lifted his top hat with his thumb, revealing a cold face, and said to him in a chilling tone,
"They actually want to break away from the Rostan Gang and even team up with outsiders to try and swindle Metropolis..."

Henry Williams dropped his suitcase, raised his hand, and said in a trembling voice, "...Spare me, I was blinded by money! But I didn't collude with outsiders, I just wanted to make a quick buck and leave..."

Before he could finish speaking, a crisp slap landed on his face, knocking him to the ground...

Immediately, the four men surrounded Henry Williams, punching and kicking him. Their large feet, clad in thick-soled leather shoes, relentlessly struck his face and body.

Henry Williams desperately covered his head, but still had two ribs broken by a kick, and his nose was also broken by a stomp.

The four men beat him for a full ten minutes, until Henry Williams was on the verge of death, then they spat on his face and said, "This is what happens when you betray the Rothschild gang!"

Then, the four of them walked away.

Henry Williams huddled on the cold ground, letting the scattered snowflakes patter on his face, turning into cold water that mixed with the blood from his wounds and the tears of regret.

After an unknown amount of time, a man with an X-shaped scar on his face strolled over.

Henry Williams was startled and instinctively tried to dodge, but the man squinted at him, a smile on his face, and then ordered two young men beside him to bandage his wounds.

The other man seemed to have no ill intentions, but Henry Williams was now like a frightened bird, completely afraid to guess his intentions or say anything more. Only after the two young men cleaned his wound and bandaged it did he manage to say a soft thank you with a pained expression.

The scarred man crouched down and asked in a slightly slick tone, "Tell me, what exactly happened in Metropolis today? Who told you to sell American Sugar?"

Henry Williams felt a pang of anxiety, wondering if the scarred man was part of Rothschild's gang. But at this point, he had no other choice; at least for now, the man seemed to be benevolent.

So he honestly confessed that he had been hired by the Metropolitan Casino as a caller, intending to make a quick buck and run, and he made sure to clarify that...
"It was the manager of the Metropolitan Casino who told me that the casino was going to short the American sugar industry. I thought it was a great opportunity to make a fortune... But alas, they must have suspected me all along. This was a trap..."

At this point, Henry Williams became a little agitated and straightened up, trying to sit up, but his movement aggravated his wound, causing him to gasp in pain.

The scarred man nodded, looking at his miserable appearance with a gloating smile, and asked, "Where do you plan to go from here?"

Henry Williams, trembling with pain, said, "...Originally, I planned to make a quick buck and go back to Chicago, but now...I'm thinking of going to California to lay low and get away from the Rothschild gang's sphere of influence. Who knows when they'll come after me again..."

“Look at you, on your deathbed… and you still want to go to California?” Scarface looked at him, a mocking smile playing on his lips. “Sigh…” Henry Williams sighed deeply, “…I never imagined that shorting the American sugar industry was such a trap! My savings, and the money I got from Mr. Robinson these past few days, are all gone…”

The scarred man looked at him and sneered for a while. After a full thirty seconds, he pulled out a wad of US dollars from his pocket and stuffed it into his arms.

Henry Williams looked utterly astonished, not understanding why this man had saved him and even slipped money into his pocket...

"Sir... I dare not accept your money... I dare not, please let me go."

The scarred man chuckled, patted his cheek, and said leisurely, "Our boss said this is your share. Take the money and get out of Boston quickly! If you run into Rostan's gang again, you're doomed..."

Henry Williams frowned. "Your boss? Who is he? Why should I be entitled to this money?"

The scarred man smiled at him without saying a word.

Henry Williams suddenly realized that if anyone wanted to share the money with him, who else could it be but that blond young man named Edward Robinson?
"Is your boss Mr. Robinson?" Henry Williams blurted out.

Scarface neither admitted nor denied it, but simply waved his hand lightly and frowned, saying, "Run, run as far away as possible... and never come back to Boston."

Tears welled up in Henry Williams' eyes, and he choked out to the scarred man, "Sir! I will never forget your, and your boss's, kindness... By the way, Henry Williams is an alias, my real name is William Selig."

The scarred man nodded, indicating that he remembered the name, then smiled faintly and gestured for the two young men to disappear around the street corner.

After Scarface left, William Selig quietly reached into his pocket and pulled out the dollars Scarface had given him. A quick glance revealed it to be over two thousand dollars!

William Selig was startled and quickly stuffed all the money back into his pocket, the smiling face of "Edward Robinson" involuntarily flashing through his mind...

After a while, William Selig managed to sit up, staggered to the side of the street, and flagged down a horse-drawn carriage.

Seeing the bandages wrapped around his face and the apparent injuries on his body, the coachman hurriedly asked, "Sir, are you going to the hospital or the clinic?"

William Selig climbed into the carriage and sat down, waving his hand gently. "No, I need to go to the train station!! To take the first train out of Boston. Please... hurry."

The coachman frowned, but didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he started the carriage and headed towards the train station...

William Selig leaned back in the carriage seat, his broken ribs still throbbing with pain, but he had no time to care about the injury. All he wanted now was to escape Boston and get out of the Rothschild gang's territory as quickly as possible...

"Go to the West Coast, go to California, go to Los Angeles!! I'm never going back to Boston..."

William Selig shouted in his heart.

(William Selig)

　I was busy today, writing this part-time, so the hours are irregular and it's late. Sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)