America 1881: They Call Me Legend

"Father, why did you come back?" The little girl pouted.

"Father is going to handle some cases." Roosevelt hugged his daughter with a doting look on his face.

"I'm gone, are you good at home, hey, don't touch my glasses!"

The little girl's hand has restlessly grasped Roosevelt's glasses.

She pulled the glasses away, giggled, jumped from her father's arms to the ground, and ran towards a woman standing at the door.

"Give back the glasses to your father." The woman bent down and said to the child.

Chen Jianqiu saw that the woman was a bit older, wearing an apron, she looked like a child's nanny.

The glasses eventually returned to Roosevelt's nose.

He took Chen Jianqiu into the big house in the middle of the ranch.

Entering the door is the living room, and the furnishings of the living room are not much different from those of other western houses, only a little more refined.

If there is any difference, it is that on the wall behind the fireplace in the living room, there are one after another stuffed animal heads.

There are reindeer and argali.
The most striking thing is the head of a grinning brown bear.

These specimens are lifelike and appear to be of very good workmanship.

"These are the trophies I got hunting in the mountains near here." Roosevelt said proudly.

Chen Jianqiu looked up at these animal specimens.

But soon his eyes fell on a small picture frame on the mantelpiece.

In the photo frame is a black and white photo of two people, one of them is Roosevelt, and the other is a young woman.

"She is Alice's mother, my love."

Roosevelt noticed Chen Jianqiu's gaze and said.

In his voice, there is a bit of nostalgia and sadness:
"She died of dystocia when giving birth to Alice, and my mother also died that year."

"That's why I came here from the East, and that year, I couldn't breathe."

He looked out the window, his eyes hidden behind the reflective glass.

Little Alice is running happily on the grass in the pasture under the care of the nanny, her laughter is as clear as silver bells.

"She's so much like her mother."

"Feel sorry."

Chen Jianqiu found that he had inadvertently touched some sad past events that should not be mentioned.

"Okay, let's not talk about that."

Roosevelt turned his head, and the smile returned to his face.

"Although the case is likely to be solved, since you are here, you will stay for two days, just to help me train and train those police officers. I heard that your detective agency is very good, and you must have some tricks."

Chen Jianqiu didn't deny it, nor did he expand on it.

He couldn't tell Roosevelt that his greatest trick was to throw money at him.

"Have some dinner here, and after dinner, I'll take you to see something interesting."

Roosevelt said to the three mysteriously.

"A man's favorite."

The dinner on the ranch is very rich, with fresh beef and milk, and bread.

After drinking and eating, the three followed Roosevelt and rode back on the horse.

"Take care of Alice, we'll be back soon." Roosevelt said to the nanny and several servants.

As dusk fell, they headed towards the town again.

Shepherd Dog Town soon appeared in Chen Jianqiu's field of vision.

The town tonight is not as dark as other times, but very lively.

The camp they passed by before is now full of people.

The burning braziers and torches illuminate the sky at the entrance of the town as if it were daytime.

The "Buffalo Bill" circus is open.

Roosevelt bought tickets at the gate and led the three of them into the camp.

"Everyone, the next performance for you will be the most, best, and best female gunslinger in this western region,"

"Annie - Oakley!!!"

The host pulled his voice long.

This greatly incited the emotions of the audience below.

By the time the short woman jumped onto the stage, the audience was already boiling.

Although the short woman is not amazing in appearance, she does have some real skills.

She first smashed an apple on the head of the assistant (actually her husband) while everyone was screaming, and then smashed the things the assistant threw into the air from the audience.

Chen Jianqiu watched with relish from behind the crowd.

There is one thing to say, this woman's level is only used for acting, which is a bit inferior.

He wondered who had better marksmanship between this woman and Camilla.

A chance to pit the two of them against each other and see who is the most accurate woman in the west.

Just as Chen Jianqiu was still thinking about the scene of two women fighting, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

It was Roosevelt with an excited face.

"Hey, the most exciting part is about to begin, come with me."

Chen Jianqiu followed Roosevelt through the crowd and came to the other side of the camp.

There is also a lot of people here.

A group of men gathered around a square wooden platform, gearing up and eager to try.

"Welcome to the sport that makes men's blood beat the most, boxing!" Roosevelt shouted.

Chen Jianqiu was a little unconcerned.

During his journey in the west, he encountered many black boxing activities, but he seldom participated in them.

He was afraid that he would not be able to control the situation well, so he would beat them to death.

At this time, boxing already had rules and gloves were advocated, but in the west, bare fists were still the mainstay.

"Boxing is my favorite sport, because it can exercise my coordination and willpower." Roosevelt said to Chen Jianqiu, "I'll do it later."

"Hobbies don't mean you want to be beaten."

Sean glanced at Roosevelt's slightly thin body and the glasses on his nose, and muttered.

Chen Jianqiu smiled without saying a word.

The boxing match on the stage will soon begin.

A group of passionate men came to the stage one after another and began to fight.

But because it was a bare fist without any protective measures, some of them suffered fractures in their hands, or their heads swelled into pig's heads.

Most people were bloody on the spot.

The game was fierce on the court, and the opening off the stage was also very exciting.

The audience and boxers bet one after another, and cheered, cheered, and booed for their players!

It was Roosevelt's turn.

He took off his glasses, took off his coat, and handed it to Chen Jianqiu.

Unlike other fighters, he wore a vest.

Roosevelt's childhood education did not support his nakedness in public.

His opponent was a farmer who lived near the town.

The farmer was in the ring, apparently disowning the sheriff.

He quickly pulled into the distance between Roosevelt and began to attack Roosevelt.

The sheriff deftly dodged the farmer's first few attacks, stretched out his arm, and measured the distance to the farmer with his jab.

After the preliminary test was over, Roosevelt determined that the farmer in front of him was of average level.

He kept shaking and flashing, and when he saw the opportunity, he began to use the counterattack to beat his opponent fat.

In the end, after the farmer threw his punch recklessly, he was hit in the jaw by an uppercut by Roosevelt.

The farmer lay flat on the ground.

"Oh roar!" Roosevelt opened his arms, roaring at the audience, especially Chen Jianqiu, celebrating his victory.

There were also cheers and roars from the audience.

Among these townspeople, those who were familiar with Roosevelt knew that he was skilled in boxing, so they all won money; the foreigners who were not familiar with Roosevelt crushed the wrong person and were dejected.

Male hormones pervade the crowd.

Chen Jianqiu looked at Roosevelt with a smile and clapped his hands.

"Who's next?"

After the farmer was carried down, the audience began to look for the next group of contestants.

Because Roosevelt didn't have any wounds on his face, he could continue to fight.

Therefore, everyone is curious about who Roosevelt's next opponent will be after he has demonstrated such superb skills.

"I!"

A bald head came out from behind the crowd.

Chen Jianqiu knew him, he was the one who put on the stage during the day, he seemed to be a member of the circus.

With a bald head, he drove away his clothes, revealing his strong muscles covered with blue veins, which formed a sharp contrast with Roosevelt opposite.

The audience below looked at each other in blank dismay:

"The banker who set up the table ended in person?"

"This figure looks like it has been trained. I feel that the sheriff will suffer."

"Do you want to fight?" The bald head shook his head at Roosevelt, pinching his knuckles and moving his neck.

"Come on." Roosevelt said without fear.

He had just won a round with a crushing momentum, and now the momentum is in full swing.

The bald head stepped onto the ring step by step.

Boxing begins.

Roosevelt set up the hugging frame, protecting his chin with both hands, and watched the bald head move while shaking.

However, the bald head was not as eager to attack as the farmer just now, but approached Roosevelt step by step.

Roosevelt began to walk around the venue, keeping a distance from the bald head.

The two began to play games based on each other's wingspan.

But in the eyes of the audience in the audience, this is very boring.

There was booing below.

Roosevelt remained unmoved and continued his steady strategy.

He tentatively threw out a few punches, but they all hit the bald head's body without pain or itching.

Suddenly, the bald head approached Roosevelt with a stride.

The sheriff noticed that his cheeks were exposed, so he punched him.

But the punch hadn't landed yet.

The bald fist had already hit Roosevelt's ribs.

That's where the liver is.

Roosevelt fell to the ground in pain.

The bald head sold an opening, but his speed was faster than Roosevelt, so the backhand punch turned into a fronthand punch, and he hit it with one blow.

Chen Jianqiu and Xiao En rushed to the ring and helped Roosevelt up from the ground.

Suddenly, the bald head turned around and said coldly:
"Be careful with me."

"Sean, Asuka, help Mr. Roosevelt down first." Chen Jianqiu stood up.

"Do you want to fight too?" the bald head asked.

"Can you bet on yourself?" Chen Jianqiu asked, "If possible, I will."

There was an uproar in the audience.

In this kind of private boxing arena, not to mention betting on yourself, it is normal to bet on the opponent to win.

But after the bald head showed such strength, he still confidently wants to press himself to win, I don't know if it is too much.

They didn't seem to have seen this person in the town before, nor did they seem to be from the surrounding towns.

I don't know the details, so it's not easy to bet.

He came with Mr. Roosevelt, so he should have some troubles.

But even a boxer like Mr. Roosevelt lost, so the probability of winning with a bald head should be a little higher.

But discussion is discussion.

Judging from the final betting results, most people still think that the bald head will win.

The game started when the two sides officially stood on the ring.

The bald head was the same as before, holding the frame, shaking and approaching Chen Jianqiu cautiously.

However, when he looked at Chen Jianqiu from between the two arms of the frame, he found that he did not make any movements to protect his head.

He just stood there and looked at the bald head.

It's either nothing at all, or just plain insulting.

There was another booing from the audience.

Those who bet on Chen Jianqiu, some grabbed their hair, and some covered their faces.

Most of them are very remorseful.

What is this all about?Why do you want to have trouble with money?

The bald head couldn't bear it anymore, he quickly approached Chen Jianqiu.

This time, he didn't even sell his flaws, and directly swung a straight fist with his left hand.

Chen Jianqiu's head turned slightly to one side.

A fist brushed his cheek.

The bald right hand punched one after another.

However, Chen Jianqiu took half a step back like a prophet.

The punch is empty again.

Uppercut, uppercut, straight punch, swing punch.
After finishing a set of combined punches, the bald head stood up.

He missed a single punch.

The prediction of the person in front of him was extremely accurate, and his movements were as fast as a ghost.

I didn't even touch a single hair on him.

And the audience in the audience was stunned.

The Chinese had his hands hanging by his sides, and his body movements were not very large, but he was able to avoid every punch from the bald head.

What's even more outrageous is that he hasn't fought back yet.

He is like a boxing coach training his students.

"Too slow." Chen Jianqiu shook his head.

The bald head was burning with anger, he wiped his nose with his fist, then rushed up, and started to attack Chen Jianqiu like a storm.

Straight punch, straight punch, uppercut, swing punch, straight punch.
Still can't hit a punch.

Chen Jianqiu hid more freely, almost didn't even bother to look at him:

"I can recite your boxing moves, do you want me to read it to you?"

"Uppercut, swing, straight, straight, eh, yeah, and then an uppercut"

"Don't punch with emotion, it will consume more of your energy, hey, look, you're out of breath."

The bald head was panting and sweating profusely.

He's never punched so hard!
Both physically and mentally!

"Shut up!" the bald head roared, and swung out a punch.

But this time, Chen Jianqiu didn't just dodge.

He took a step back, swung his right fist, and hit the bald head with a wide-open cheek.

This punch hit the bald head firmly on the cheek.

His head was turned around from the blow.

The people standing in the first row all saw his rolling eyes.

"thump."

The bald head fell heavily on the ring like a sandbag.

Dizzy, unconscious.