America 1881: Legend of the West

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

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

"Why don't you be good at home when I'm gone? Hey, don't touch my glasses!"

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

She pulled her glasses over, then jumped from her father's arms to the ground with a giggle, and ran towards a woman standing at the door.

"Return the glasses to your father quickly." The woman bent down and said to the child.

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

The glasses eventually returned to Roosevelt's nose.

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

After entering the door, there is the living room, and the furnishings in the living room are not much different from those in other western houses, just a little more refined.

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

There are reindeer and argali.
The most eye-catching thing is a grinning brown bear head.

These specimens are lifelike and look very well made.

“These are the trophies I got from 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 was a black-and-white photo of two people, one of whom was Roosevelt and the other, a young woman.

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

Roosevelt noticed Chen Jianqiu's gaze and said.

There was a little nostalgia and sadness in his voice:
"She died in childbirth 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 could barely breathe."

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

Little Alice was running happily on the grass of the pasture under the care of her nanny, her laughter as clear as a silver bell.

"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 this anymore."

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

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

Chen Jianqiu did not deny it, nor did he elaborate on it.

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

"Eat some dinner here. After dinner, I will take you to see some interesting things."

Roosevelt said to the three of them mysteriously.

"Man's favorite."

The dinner at the ranch is very rich, with fresh beef and milk, as well as bread.

After drinking and eating, the three of them followed Roosevelt and got back on the horse.

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

Dusk fell, and they headed towards the town again.

Shepherd Town soon appeared in Chen Jianqiu's sight.

Tonight, the town was not as dark as other times, but rather lively.

The camp they passed by before was now crowded with people.

The burning braziers and torches illuminated the sky at the entrance of the town as bright as day.

"Buffalo Bill's" circus is open.

Roosevelt bought a ticket at the door and led the three people into the camp.

"Everyone in the audience, the person performing for you below will be the best and best female shooter in the West."

"Annie————Oakley!!!"

The host raised his voice.

This greatly aroused the emotions of the audience below.

By the time the dwarf woman jumped onto the stage, the audience was already excited.

Although dwarf women are not amazing in appearance, they do have some real abilities.

She first smashed an apple on the head of her assistant (actually her husband) amidst the exclamations of everyone, and then smashed everything the assistant threw into the air from the stage.

Chen Jianqiu watched with gusto from behind the crowd.

One thing to say is that this woman's level is only used for acting, which is a bit of an understatement.

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

There is an opportunity for them to face off to see who is the most accurate woman in the West.

Just as Chen Jianqiu was still imagining the scene of a battle between two women in his mind, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

It was Roosevelt who looked excited.

"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, eager to try.

"Welcome to the most exciting sport in men, boxing!" Roosevelt shouted.

Chen Jianqiu was a little unimpressed.

During his journey to the west, he encountered many black boxing activities, but he rarely participated.

He was afraid that he would not be able to control the situation properly and beat them to death.

Although boxing at this time already had rules and it was recommended to wear gloves, in the West, bare boxing was still the main method.

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

"Hobby doesn't mean you have to get beaten."

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

Chen Jianqiu smiled and said nothing.

The boxing match on the stage soon began.

A group of passionate men came on stage and started fighting.

But since it was bare boxing without any protective measures, some of them soon suffered broken hands or their heads swelled into pig heads.

Most people were bleeding on the spot.

The fight was intense on the court, and the opening session off the stage was also exciting.

The audience and boxers placed their bets and cheered, cheered and booed for their own fighters!

It was Roosevelt's turn.

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

Unlike other boxers, he wore a vest.

The education Roosevelt received since childhood did not support him being naked in public.

His opponent was a farmer who lived near the town.

The farmer was in the ring, clearly disowning the Sheriff.

He quickly closed the distance between him and Roosevelt and began to attack Roosevelt.

The sheriff dodged the farmer's first few attacks deftly, and he stretched out his arm, measuring the distance between him and the farmer with his jab.

After the initial probing, Roosevelt determined that the farmer before him was of average ability.

He kept dodging and waiting for the right opportunity to counterattack and beat his opponent.

Finally, the farmer's rash punch missed, and Roosevelt hit him on the chin with an uppercut.

The farmer lay stretched out on the ground.

"Oh my!" Roosevelt opened his arms and roared to the audience, especially Chen Jianqiu, to celebrate his victory.

There were cheers and roars from the audience.

Among these townspeople, those who were familiar with Roosevelt knew that he was a skilled boxer, so they all won money; the unfamiliar outsiders, who had bet on the wrong man, were dejected. Male hormones were everywhere in the crowd.

Chen Jianqiu looked at Roosevelt with a smile and applauded.

"Who's next?"

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

Because Roosevelt had no wounds on his face, he was able to continue fighting.

So, everyone was curious about who Roosevelt's next opponent would be after he demonstrated such superb skills.

"I!"

A bald man walked out from behind the crowd.

Chen Jianqiu knew him. He was the one who set up the stage during the day and seemed to be a member of the circus.

The bald man drove off his clothes, revealing his strong muscles covered with blue veins, which formed a sharp contrast with Roosevelt opposite him.

The audience below looked at each other in bewilderment:

"The dealer who set up the stage has come down personally?"

"This body looks well-trained. I feel like the Sheriff is going to suffer."

"Do you want to fight or not?" The bald man shook his head at Roosevelt, pinched his knuckles and moved his neck.

"Come on." Roosevelt was not afraid at all.

He had just won a game with a crushing victory and was on a roll.

The bald man stepped onto the stage.

The boxing match began.

Roosevelt got into a stance, protecting his chin with both hands, dodging and observing the bald man's movements.

However, the bald man did not rush to attack like the farmer just now, but gradually approached Roosevelt with his footsteps.

Roosevelt began to walk around the venue, keeping his distance from the bald man.

The two men began to compete based on each other's arm span.

But this seems very boring to the audience.

There were boos below.

Roosevelt remained unmoved and continued with his steady and cautious strategic approach.

He threw a few tentative punches, but they all hit the bald man's body and caused no pain.

Suddenly, the bald man approached Roosevelt in one step.

The sheriff noticed that his cheek was exposed, so he punched him.

But the punch hadn't landed yet.

The bald man's fist had hit Roosevelt's ribs.

That is where the liver is.

Roosevelt fell to the ground in pain.

The bald man exposed a flaw, but his speed was faster than Roosevelt, so his back fist turned into a front fist and hit the target.

Chen Jianqiu, Sean and others rushed onto the stage and helped Roosevelt up from the ground.

Suddenly, the bald man turned around and said coldly:
"Be careful."

"Sean, Fei Niao, please help Mr. Roosevelt down first." Chen Jianqiu stood up.

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

"Can I bet on myself?" Chen Jianqiu asked, "If I can, I'll fight."

There was an uproar in the audience.

In this kind of private boxing ring, it is normal to bet on your opponent to win, let alone betting on yourself.

But after the bald guy showed such strength, he was still so confident that he could beat me. I wonder if he was too arrogant.

They seemed to have never seen this person in the town before, and he didn't seem to be from the surrounding towns.

It’s hard to bet without knowing the details.

He came here with Mr. Roosevelt, so he should be quite capable as well.

But even a boxer like Mr. Roosevelt lost, so the bald guy’s chances of winning should be higher.

But discussion is discussion.

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

The match began when both sides officially stood on the ring.

The bald man maintained his stance as before, dodging and approaching Chen Jianqiu cautiously.

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

He just stood there, looking at the bald head.

This is either not at all, or it is just plain insulting.

There was another round of boos from the audience.

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

Most of them are deeply remorseful.

What the hell is going on here? Why do you have to be so hard on money?

The bald man couldn't help it, and he quickly approached Chen Jianqiu.

This time, he didn't even show any weakness and threw a straight punch with his left hand.

Chen Jianqiu tilted his head slightly.

The fist grazed his cheek.

The bald man's right swinging punch followed.

However, Chen Jianqiu took a half step back as if he had predicted the future.

The punch missed again.

Uppercut, uppercut, straight punch, hook punch.
After completing a series of punches, the bald man stood up.

He missed a single blow.

The person in front of me had extremely accurate predictions and his movements were as fast as a ghost.

I didn't even touch a single hair of his.

The audience in the audience was stunned.

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

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

He was like a boxing coach training his students.

"Too slow." Chen Jianqiu shook his head.

The bald man was furious. He wiped his nose with his fist, then rushed forward and started a violent attack on Chen Jianqiu.

Straight punch, straight punch, uppercut, hook, straight punch.
Still couldn't land a single punch.

Chen Jianqiu hid even more freely, and was almost too lazy to even look at him:

"I can recite your boxing moves by heart. Do you want me to read them to you?"

"Uppercut, hook, straight, straight, oh, yeah, and then another uppercut"

"Don't box with emotion, it will increase your physical consumption. Hey, look, you are out of breath."

The bald man was panting and sweating profusely.

He had never punched so hard before!
Both physically and psychologically!

"Shut up!" the bald man yelled and swung a punch.

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

He took a step back, swung out with his right fist, and hit the bald man's open cheek.

This punch hit the bald man's cheek hard.

His head was twisted from the blow.

People standing in the first row saw him rolling his eyes.

"thump."

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

Fainted and unconscious.