The bottles that flew towards the old man came from the winemaker's companions.

They react faster than their own friends who are beaten.

However, it is also possible that it has been planned for a long time.

Among the several people of the "Insane Asylum Faction", except for one person who went to help the old man who fell to the ground, everyone else rushed to the opposite side.

The two sides quickly scuffled together.

For a while, wine bottles and chairs flew wildly, and the roar of fists and the muffled snort of being beaten continued to sound in the beer hall.

The tavernkeeper was used to this kind of scene.

This happens every once in a while, and all he can do is wait for the people on both sides to finish fighting before bringing people forward.

If you lose, you will not only be embarrassed and lie on the floor, but you will also have to compensate for the loss of the store.

Today, however, the situation seems to be different.

Just as the fierce battle between the two sides was raging, a team of uniformed policemen with guns broke into the door, led by Sheriff Potter.

"Dare to fight in my precinct? I'm afraid you're blind! ”

Sergeant Potter crossed his hands on his hips and looked bright.

The tavernkeeper's eyeballs almost fell out of his sockets.

God, I have opened a tavern here for so many years, and for the first time I know that the police in this jurisdiction are in charge of tavern brawls!

Today is an eye-opener.

The police are not only out of the police, but also out of the police in seconds! Or the sheriff leading the team!

If he hadn't lived here for a long time, he would have thought that the police station was just across the street from the tavern.

Seeing the arrival of the police, the drinkers immediately withdrew their hands and rolled on the ground with their heads in their hands.

However, several cadres of the "Madhouse Faction" were red-eyed, chasing and beating those drinkers, especially the white-bearded old man, who waved a chair, and couldn't tell that he was nearly sixty years old.

"Tie them all up for me! Take it back to the police station! Close it for a few days and wake up your mind! ”

Sheriff Potter gave the order, and the officers quickly pounced.

They stumbled in groups of three or four, stumbling over their waists, hugging their waists, and pressing their heads, and quickly subdued the workers who were still on the rise.

"I'm going to kill you!"

The white-bearded old man yelled hysterically at the drinkers who were admiring his bottle on the other side.

He was grabbed by the arm by two police officers and escorted out of the beer hall in full view of everyone.

The old man's head was scooped open, his face was covered with blood, and his mouth was not clean, like a wounded wild boar, and he looked terrifying.

Even the tavern owner, who is accustomed to seeing the world, smacks his tongue again and again.

At this moment, in the shadow of the street corner opposite the beer hall, stood a man with a warped beard and a strong man in a gray robe.

"What do you call this kind of disease that is hysterical and radical at every turn, what do you call that?" Hanif drew circles with his fingers and patted his head.

"Bipolar disorder, sir, we call this bipolar disorder." "And, I'm sure, the others are not lightly ill." ”

"Mr. Hanif, why don't we just send them to treatment, but call the police?"

The bones in his hands are ready to move again.

"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with letting Potter know about this kind of thing, and the police will give them an official certification if they don't do it."

The "madhouse" restoration plan did not go beyond the doors of the beer hall.

The group of five was wiped out, and the workers who supported them did not know until the third day that they had been arrested by the police for the brawl and had been jailed.

The white-haired old man and a few of them squatted in a small "single room" in the police station for three and a half days.

The drinkers who had been fighting each other were locked up opposite them.

However, the men were only held for one night, and early the next morning they were fined by a bearded man and taken out.

Before leaving, the drinker smiled evilly at the old man and gestured his middle finger at the same time.

"I'm going to kill you!"

So far, the old man's scolding sounded in the police station for three days and three nights.

In the meantime, Sheriff Potter passed by.

"Can't you find a way to shut him up?" The sheriff frowned.

"I tried, and I would be honest for an hour or two after being beaten, but after that, I started scolding again." Said the officer on guard.

"What a psychopath!" Sheriff Potter shook his head and walked out.

Three days later, the five men were released.

They were greeted by the doctors of the Hanif and St. Elizabeth Psychiatric Hospital.

This time, instead of going down the street, they went straight to Potter's office.

"Take them all, it's time for these bastards to be treated."

Sheriff Potter said with a cigarette in his mouth.

There was a great familiarity between him and Hanif.

Unlike the Pinkerton Detectives before them, the Border Detective Agency never does business in California without their consent.

On top of that, they pay themselves some consulting fees on a regular basis!

Five men were stuffed into the carriage like slaughtered pigs.

St. Elizabeth's Psychiatric Hospital VIP ward has five more guests.

Without those five diehards, the "madhouse" soon collapsed.

Some chose to compromise, and some quit the Knights of California Labor and joined Dennis's California Workers' Party.

This sudden surprise caught Dennis off guard.

Cronin is finished! The Knights of California Labor are divided! I have another chance!

Look at what their newest leader has done! In order to cut off dissidents, send all those who disagree with their views to a psychiatric hospital! I'm going to make sure everyone has a look at their faces.

Dennis approached a San Francisco Pravda reporter for him to do an exclusive interview with him.

However, the reporter doesn't seem to be playing according to the routine.

"Mr. Dennis, because he disagrees with your long-standing accusations against the Chinese, Mr. Wang Qingfu, a Chinese opinion leader in New York, declared in an interview that he is willing to have a fair duel with you, either with a gun or a sword, what do you think of this matter?"

The reporter asked the question first.

"My accusations against the Chinese are true, and they threaten our very existence." Dennis patiently explained.

He explained his point to the reporter in great detail.

The reporter put pen to paper and recorded it quickly in his notebook.

"So, are you up for his challenge?" The reporter lifted his glasses.

"It's not decades ago, we're not cowboys in the West, and the duel is childish and ridiculous." Dennis was stunned for a moment, but still answered the reporter's question.

The reporter stood up and prepared to leave.

"Mr. Reporter, I have one more thing I want to tell you." Dennis has the intention of retaining.

In today's interview, the reporter took the initiative when he came up, and he didn't mention anything he really wanted to say.

The reporter took out his pocket watch and looked at it: "Mr. Dennis, I have to go back to sort out today's manuscript, just a few minutes." ”

Dennis nodded, and he began to tell reporters what had happened to the Knights of Labor during this time and his own speculation.

The reporter began to write again.

The next day, an interview appeared in San Francisco Pravda.

Mr. Dennis called the duel childish and ridiculous, and only the stupid cowboys would draw their guns and shoot at each other, so he refused to duel with Mr. Wang Qingfu.

"Fearful of threats from the East, Mr. Dennis was mentally unstable, and he claimed that there was a mysterious organization in San Francisco that kidnapped union leaders and drove them mad"

Dennis was so furious that he almost tore up the newspaper directly.

He did not mention anything about why he accused the Chinese, but made a big fuss about the duel between himself and Wang Qingfu.

Also, why did everything he talked about change when it came to the reporter?

How did this man understand the meaning of what was written in the article from his answers?

Although he admits that the writing in the newspaper is eye-catching, shouldn't the newspaper be truthful? What about the discipline of these journalists and editors-in-chief?

Since journalists can't count on it, they can only rely on themselves.

Dennis restarted the long-absent California Labor Convention.

"Brothers, my good brothers! We are under threat from the East! Those people are like locusts, all over California! He raised his arms and shouted at the small audience.

The workers are already a little tired of it.

That's what Dennis was talking about ten years ago, and it's still these things ten years later.

However, even when the bill was first introduced, Chinese workers left California one after another, but their work situation did not improve.

The salary is still so low, I still work more than ten hours a day, and I still have to wait for death when I get sick.

"Now, an unknown danger is descending and they are lying that one of us is mentally ill! And send in St. Elizabeth! Dennis said.

The workers looked at each other.

"Why does this man smell of newspaper when he talks now?"

"It can't be true, right? I've heard that there are really union people who have been sent to psychiatric hospitals recently. ”

"I saw it, but the old man seemed really crazy."

"It's boring, I've listened to all this stuff he said."

I don't know when it started, but the crowd began to disperse gradually.

Dennis was talking energetically, but he found that there were fewer and fewer people in the audience for some reason.

He decided to terminate his speech.

"What's the situation? What about people? ”

After stepping off the stage, he questioned his subordinates.

The subordinate was scolded so much that he couldn't lift his head, so he quickly trotted out to investigate the situation.

After a while, he came back, looking a little embarrassed:

"Boss, the Knights of Labor are also having a meeting today, just two blocks away, and everyone is going to them."

When Dennis heard this, he was immediately furious.

If you don't open it early, you don't open it late, you want to open it at this time, and you want to open it only two streets away from your venue!

Isn't this a smashing field?

He waved his hand at the remaining hardcore followers:

"These bastards are so deceitful! It's time to kill you! Brothers, follow me and go over there! I'd like to see what the hell these Knights of Labor are up to?! ”

(End of chapter)