America 1881: They Call Me Legend

"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 and was 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.

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, but they are just more refined.

Dusk fell, and they headed towards the town again.

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

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

But a discussion is a discussion.

The bald man was so angry that he wiped his nose with his fist, then rushed up and started to attack Chen Jianqiu like a storm.

This punch hit the bald head firmly on the cheek.

There are reindeer and argali.

The most eye-catching thing is a grinning brown bear head.

Chen Jianqiu watched with gusto from behind the crowd.

The bald man opened his clothes as soon as he drove, revealing his strong muscles covered with veins, which formed a sharp contrast with Roosevelt opposite him.

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

Finally, after a rash punch, the farmer was hit in the chin by Roosevelt's uppercut.

The game begins when both sides officially stand on the ring.

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

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

"Fight or not?" The bald head shook his head at Roosevelt, pinched his knuckles and moved his neck.

Some of those who bet on Chen Jianqiu grabbed their hair and some covered their faces.

The Chinese man's hands were hanging by his sides, and his body movements were not very large, but he was able to dodge every punch thrown by the bald man.

He didn't land a single punch.

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

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

This greatly aroused the emotions of the audience below.

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

The audience was also cheering and roaring.

What does this mean? Why do you have to struggle with money?

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

"Who's next?"

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

He took a step back, swung his right fist, and struck the bald head's open cheek.

He threw a few tentative punches, but they all hit the bald man's body without any pain or itching.

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

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.

The audience booed again.

"Uppercut, swing, straight punch, straight punch, eh, yes, and then another uppercut."

Chen Jianqiu was a little unimpressed.

Suddenly, the bald man approached Roosevelt with a quick stride.

"Feel sorry."

He continued to dodge, and when he saw the opportunity, he began to use counterattacks to beat his opponent.

The host raised his voice.

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

"This figure looks well-trained. I feel like the police chief is going to suffer."

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

"Don't box with emotions. This will increase your physical exertion. Hey, look, you're out of breath."

These specimens are all lifelike and look very well made.

The boxing match begins.

Just when Chen Jianqiu was still imagining the scene of two women fighting in his mind, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

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

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

He has never punched so hard!

Both physically and psychologically!

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

Chen Jianqiu's head tilted slightly to one side.

The bald man kept his arms as before, swaying and cautiously approaching Chen Jianqiu.

"Can you pledge yourself?" Chen Jianqiu asked, "I'll fight if you can."

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

Unlike other boxers, he wore a vest.

The audience below looked at each other:

The boxing match on the stage soon started.

But since it was bare-knuckle fighting without any protective measures, some of them soon suffered fractures in their hands, or their heads were swollen into pig heads.

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

Most people were bleeding on the spot.

If there is anything different, it is that on the wall behind the fireplace in the living room, there are specimens of animal heads hanging one after another.

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

"Too slow." Chen Jianqiu shook his head.

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

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

I didn't even touch a hair on his head.

But the punch hasn't hit yet.

"The banker who set up the stage ended up personally?"

It seemed that they had never seen the person in front of them in the town before, and he didn't seem to be from the surrounding towns.

It's hard to place a bet if you don't know the details.

The farmer was in the ring and obviously did not recognize the police sergeant's identity.

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

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

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

The farmer lay straight on the ground.

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

Male hormones permeate the crowd.

Roosevelt set up a hug frame, protecting his chin with both hands, shaking while watching the bald head's movement.

The fist grazed his cheek.

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

Chen Jianqiu smiled and said nothing.

But even a boxer like Mr. Roosevelt has lost, so the bald man's probability of winning should be higher.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore."

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."

The police sergeant noticed that his cheek was exposed, so he hugged him with a fist.

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

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

Suddenly, the bald man turned around and coldly said:

"Be careful."

There was an uproar in the audience.

Chen Jianqiu hid even more as he pleased, almost not even bothering to look at him:

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

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

"Man's favorite."

"I!"

The Sheriff deftly dodged the farmer's first few attacks. He stretched out his arm and used his jab to measure the distance between him and the farmer.

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

However, Chen Jianqiu took half a step back like he was predicting the future.

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

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.

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

The bald man's right fists followed one after another.

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

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

It was Roosevelt who looked excited.

However, Baldhead was not as eager to attack as the farmer just now, but gradually approached Roosevelt with his footsteps.

The fist swing was empty again.

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

He is like a boxing coach training his students.

The bald man had a flaw, but he was faster than Roosevelt, so his backhand punch turned into a fronthand punch, and he hit the target with one blow.

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

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

Shepherd Town soon appeared in Chen Jianqiu's vision.

He had just won a game with a crushing force and was now gaining momentum.

He came here with Mr. Roosevelt, so he should have been there for a while.

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

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

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

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

"Do you want to fight too?" Baldhead asked.

Among these townspeople, those who were familiar with Roosevelt knew about his superb boxing skills, so they all won money; the unfamiliar villagers, who had crushed the wrong person, were dejected.

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

Chen Jianqiu raised his head and looked at these animal specimens.

Roosevelt noticed Chen Jianqiu's gaze and said.

"Buffalo Bill's" circus is open.

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

Roosevelt fell to the ground in pain.

But after the bald head showed such strength, he was still so confident in forcing himself to win. I wonder if it was too much.

After the initial testing, Roosevelt determined that the farmer in front of him was average.

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

"Annie————Oakley!!!!"

A bald man walked out from behind the crowd.

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

Most of them are very remorseful.

The place is also bustling with people.

That's the location of the liver.

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

The bald man was panting and sweating profusely.

Baldhead stepped onto the ring in one step.

But this seemed boring to the audience in the audience.

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

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

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

He just stood there, looking at the bald head.

His opponent was a farmer who lived near the town.

"She is so much like her mother."

Roosevelt said to the three of them mysteriously.

It was Roosevelt's turn.

"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 and train the police officers I have. I heard that your detective agency is very good. You must have some tricks."

This either doesn't make sense at all, or is just plain insulting.

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

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

"Shut up!" the bald man yelled and punched out.

Chen Jianqiu looked at Roosevelt with a smile and clapped.

Because Roosevelt didn't have any injuries on his face, he could continue fighting.

The audience in the audience was already stunned.

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

In the photo frame was a black-and-white photo of two people, one of whom was Roosevelt and the other, a young woman.

"Come on." Roosevelt showed no fear.

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

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

There were boos below.

"That's why I came here from the east. That year, I could hardly breathe."

Uppercut, uppercut, straight punch, swing punch.

After finishing a set of combination punches, Bald stood up.

Straight punch, straight punch, uppercut, swing punch, straight punch.

Still couldn't hit even a single punch.

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

His head was turned upside down.

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

"thump."

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

Dizzy and unconscious.