America 1881: They Call Me Legend

The man was stumbling as he walked, still holding the bottle of whiskey that Chen Jianqiu gave him in his hand, with only half a bottle left in it.

He didn't seem to see the red-faced strong man, maybe he just drank too much and wanted to relieve himself outside the door or something.

The red-faced strong man didn't want to pay much attention to him and pushed him away. But for some reason, the man's feet were unsteady and he slipped and collapsed on the strong man's body.

The strong man's blood surged up, and his face looked even redder.

Hitting one is still a hit, hitting two is still a hit.

The chair in his hand was swung towards the man's back.

The man looked drunk, but his ears were not closed. He felt the chair coming from behind and ducked aside.

The chair hit the ground and shattered into pieces.

The man straightened up, but still couldn't stand still and staggered around. He squinted at the red-faced strong man and poured all the remaining wine in the bottle into his mouth.

Then the wine bottle flew towards the strong man's face.

The strong man became angry, roared, lowered his head and rushed over, leaned down, protected the man's waist, and lifted the man up.

The man couldn't dodge, and was hit in the abdomen. He suddenly felt his stomach was churning, and he vomited out everything he could with a "wow" sound.

The strong man's head happened to be pressed against the man's arms, and he was showered all over. He was so disgusted that he even wanted to vomit.

He threw the man to the ground. The man was too drunk to stand up and was kicked by the strong man several times.

The situation of the war is getting clearer and clearer, and the red-faced strong man seems to be more skilled, because the only ones who are still standing are their people.

"Hehe, hehe." I don't know if it was a murmur in a dream or something else, but the man lying on the ground let out a strange laugh.

The red-faced strong man thought that the laughter was directed at him, and he immediately became angry. He and several of his accomplices surrounded him and kicked him several times, and then threw him out of the tavern door together.

"Ah, ha, ha ha." Whether it was because he was drunk or because he was in pain, the man lying on the muddy ground at the door was still making sounds.

The strong man planned to rush out the door and give this guy an unforgettable lesson.

But someone on the table next to him stood up.

From the beginning of this battle, Chen Jianqiu has been observing with interest. His table has always been closest to the battle. People at other tables have run away, and they are the only ones sitting there calmly drinking.

, eating pizza.

Chen Jianqiu actually didn't want to get involved in the fight, and it had nothing to do with him at all.

He stood up, just because the victory was decided and he planned to go back upstairs to rest.

But the red-faced strong man obviously misunderstood what he meant. He thought that the Chinese man standing up at this time was a provocation, just like the man lying outside now.

When he was in California, he had seen many Chinese people, but they all lowered their heads and spoke cautiously. No one dared to stand up straight in front of him like the man in front of him.

Why does this yellow-skinned person dare to look directly into my eyes?

Four or five people behind the strong man gathered around. They were all local farmers. They were not well educated, but they were definitely good at fighting.

Feiniao and Sean behind Chen Jianqiu also stood up.

When the bartender saw what happened to his boss, he secretly thought that these three people were no match for the red-faced brawny man. This group of people were already considered habitual offenders in the bar. He suggested to the boss several times not to let them in, but he couldn't.

Was rejected by the boss.

In the words of the boss, these people are warriors who control their destiny with their own fists. As long as they are willing to pay losses, he has no reason not to let them in. This is America's respect for freedom.

The red-faced burly man took off his shirt, which had been stained by the man's vomit, revealing his entire body. His chest was covered with chest hair, like an unevolved baboon.

He bent down, roared angrily, the veins in his neck were exposed, his muscles swelled, his eyes flashed fiercely, he kicked the ground with his back foot, and rushed towards Chen Jianqiu like a bullet.

In the blink of an eye, the strong man arrived in front of Luo Ka. He stretched out his arms, intending to follow the same pattern, hugging the man in front of him and throwing him to the ground like he did to the man.

This time, his cervical spine will be broken.

"Crack."

There was a crisp sound.

Chen Jianqiu stood still and raised his knees slightly. The moment the strong man approached him, he exerted force and put his knee on the strong man's chin.

This knee was accurate and hard.

The strong man fell straight to the ground without even a muffled groan, and fainted.

The people watching on the side opened their mouths in surprise, as if their jaws had been knocked off like the strong man.

Chen Jianqiu looked at the strong man lying on the ground who had been beaten upright with a look of disgust on his face, sniffed and shook his head:

"Well, you really stink."

Then he raised his head, glanced at the whole place, and said to the people behind the strong man: "Drag them back."

A group of people glared at Chen Jianqiu, but no one dared to step forward.

At this time, two thugs arrived belatedly with a group of people. They pinched their noses and took out some money from the strong man's jacket that smelled of alcohol and stench. Then they pulled the strong man's thumbs and I put my fingerprint on a bill the bartender brought me.

The strong man "sleeps" as sweetly as a baby.

"Get out of here." The leading thug said to the group of people, and then they carried the strong man out in a hurry.

"Everyone, keep going." The bartender arranged the tables and chairs and said to the still surprised onlookers.

Chen Jianqiu did not go back upstairs, but took Feiniao and Sean out of the pub.

The man just now was still lying in the mud, as motionless as a dead dog. His whole body was covered with muddy water and his own vomit, which made Sean feel nauseated just watching.

"Boss, is this guy dead?" Sean said while retching, "Let's go back, it's really disgusting."

Chen Jianqiu squatted down close to the man. He tried the man's breath, but the man opened his hand as if joking.

"Okay, let's go back, uh, boss..." Feiniao also imitated Sean and called Boss Chen Jianqiu for some reason.

Chen Jianqiu stood up, called the bartender, and gave him some money: "Get him a room, and then find someone to help him clean himself and wash his clothes."

The bartender took the money and went to make arrangements.

Chen Jianqiu and the others went back upstairs.

"Boss, what do we care about him?" Sean asked as he went upstairs. He was a little strange. Based on his understanding of his boss, he should not be kind enough to care about a white drunkard.

"When I first saw this person, I felt something special, just like seeing you for the first time." Chen Jianqiu said.

If he hadn't remembered that Chen Jianqiu punched him when he first saw him, Sean would probably have been moved by Chen Jianqiu's words.

Sir, please wish yourself well.

…

The next morning.

Chen Jianqiu finished dressing and walked downstairs.

The tables and chairs on the first floor have been rearranged neatly, and the ground has been cleaned up. Everything is as if nothing happened.

The bartender was checking yesterday's account at the bar. He saw Chen Jianqiu coming downstairs and said hello to him. However, Chen Jianqiu felt that the way the bartender looked at him was a bit strange.

"What's wrong?"

"The drunkard you asked to arrange yesterday left home early this morning."

"oh."

"He asked for his coat and hat back. Although I just found someone to wash them yesterday, they are still wet."

"oh."

"Um, and, he, he took a bottle of whiskey and said, put it on your account."

"..."