America? No, it's the warp!

Chapter 89 Tastes Good

"So, Teren has been arrested too, and even our previous cooperation terms have been met. So when will I get the remaining shares?"

Logan came here for two reasons: first, to put pressure on Eddie, and second, to finalize the shareholding agreement.

"Today! It can be transferred today. I'll have the store manager arrange it for you right now."

Eddie was about to make a call when Logan continued:

"This time, it should be transferred to me from your shares, right?"

Although Eddie didn't understand the difference between deducting from the manager's shares and deducting from his own, he still did as the other party said.

"Of course, of course."

Now is not the time to be stingy with this little bit of money.

If these shares can be used to keep Logan out of the police's subsequent crackdown on the Blood Gang, it would be worthwhile.

Eddie's call was to Lanny, asking him to draft a share transfer agreement to transfer the shares from him; of course, it had to be signed with him.

After signing the contract and sending away this plague, Eddie remained silent for a long time.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Teren will be tried within two weeks and then imprisoned, leaving the entire Crippled Gang leaderless for the time being.

But this is not a good time to expand territory. Without a leader, the crippled gang will not allow their territory to be occupied by other gangs.

Moreover, expanding his territory would definitely attract the attention of the police, and Eddie didn't want to become the next Teren.

A gang is outnumbered and must find more allies to spread the word to other gangs that the mayor and police department are planning to wipe out all gangs in the city.

Eddie felt a sense of disgust at the thought of those two gangs. Unlike the Crippled Gang, he had almost nothing in common with them.

One is too barbaric, the other is too... sophisticated.

They are completely different from the Crippled Gang and the Blood Gang.

It may still not be able to stop the police's iron heel, but it can delay the pace of the Blood Gang's eradication, allowing him to earn more money so that he can have more money to flee to other states.

In addition, Logan is really too troublesome. With him around, the Crippled Gang was beheaded in less than a week, and the other two gangs combined probably wouldn't last a month against him.

I need to find a way to make him disappear from the world forever, without arousing suspicion against me.

Thinking of this, Eddie suddenly smelled a scent.

It was an extremely strong and pure historical scent. He sniffed everywhere and felt that the scent was everywhere, as if someone had smeared a thin layer of liquid on his philtrum.

"Hey Lenny! Did someone poop in my room?"

……

Outside the bar, in the alley just a wall away from the second-floor room, Logan had just used his newly acquired [Illusory Weaving] skill to let Eddie experience the large size up close.

Judging from the volume of the shout, this skill is quite effective, and the feeling it creates is very realistic.

The type of smell can be adjusted at will; he can make Eddie smell whatever he wants, whether it's filth in the toilet or the stench of a corpse that has been rotting for months.

After weighing the options, he chose the former.

That's more interesting.

With today's business done, I can now enjoy Halloween.

At 4 p.m., Logan and Claire appeared together at the entrance of the Emerald Leaf boutique.

The towering Ultramariner armor momentarily stunned George, who was dressed as Frankenstein's monster.

"Cheer up, kid!"

"Yes, sir!"

George instinctively saluted, and Logan patted him on the shoulder in affirmation.

Jonah and Sean, who were taking over the shift, smeared some green paint on their faces, wore pure green clothes, and started playing the roles of goblins.

Henry, wearing an even larger false beard, a pirate tricorn hat, and a tattered robe, was the Flying Dutchman tonight.

But no matter what they dressed up as, they all felt overshadowed by that conspicuous blue armor.

Not to mention the strangely shaped but very realistic gun that the armored man held in his hand.

Upon entering the store, Logan removed his helmet amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd.

"Logan!"

"Boss!!!"

Most of the staff and customers gathered around, wanting to admire it up close, and Logan generously let them admire it to their heart's content.

The store is filled with pumpkin-themed souvenirs, which can be given away for free with a single purchase of $300 or more.

Signs advertising Halloween specials were displayed in front of the counter and outside the door:

Pumpkin-flavored leaves

In a leaf shop decorated with spider webs, fake blood, skulls, and other decorations, customers dressed as ghosts and monsters puffed out smoke, creating a scene reminiscent of hell.

There were only two people in the crowd who didn't look so hellish: Sister Claire and Astarte Logan.

Henry plans to close the shop around 8 pm today because he also wants to go out for a walk with his family afterwards; life can't be just about business.

Besides, it's already 8 o'clock, and the guests should be out sightseeing, not shopping anymore.

Halloween night hadn't even begun yet, and Logan planned to stay in the store for a while. Dressed in his blue armor, he was sure to attract a lot of curious customers just by standing at the entrance.

The strange combination of a mech and two goblins drew more customers closer to observe, and many were attracted by the pumpkin-scented leaves and entered the store.

The sky darkened quickly, the gloomy gray sky hung low, as if it might rain at any moment.

But Americans don't care about that; they'll deal with it when it actually rains.

At 8 o'clock, the staff left, while Logan drove the two goblins and the nun to the Veterans' Tavern.

The tavern was bustling with activity. As soon as you entered, you saw all sorts of bizarre demons and monsters drinking wildly, with beer, fruit wine, and cocktails piled up on every table as if they were free.

"Squeak~"

As usual, the rattling of the hinges drew the attention of all the patrons, some of whom, having had too much to drink, even began to think they were hallucinating, as if a blue armored warrior had appeared in the tavern.

It wasn't until the new customer walked towards the bar that they realized it was actually a person.

At the bar, there sat a Superman, a Robin Hood, and the bartender was a Campos.

"Give me a drink..."

Logan approached and glanced at the Halloween-themed drinks.

"Witch's soup, that sounds delicious."

"You've got guts, sir in blue armor."

Camps stroked his beard and replied in a devilish, deep voice.

Soon, a glass of green, bubbly wine that seemed to glow with a green light was served.

Claire and her two henchmen sat at a bar not far away, each ordering a drink. They all knew there was something to discuss about the police station.

Logan took off his helmet, set it aside, and took a sip of his drink.

It's sour, with flavors of lime and pineapple; it tastes good.

"My God, it's you!"