In front of the bar are a few thugs in denim vests.

"Old fellow!"

A thug with a mohican hairstyle pointed at the old black man Quatman and said, "I heard you've taken a gold belt before?" ”

"That's all before."

Quatman shook his head.

"Really?"

The Moxigan thug grinned and let out a strong snort of alcohol from his mouth, apparently having drunk a lot, "Looks like you must have punched hard." ”

"No, no."

Quatman hurriedly waved his hand, "Well, I'll treat you to a drink." ”

So saying, he would pick up the bottle and pour wine for the troublemakers.

"Where's your belt?"

The Moxigan thugs looked around, "Take it out and show us what we can see." ”

"That broken ......"

Quatman spread his hands helplessly and explained, "It didn't come out." ”

"Really?"

The Moxigan thug winked at his companion and laughed, "You're not bragging, are you?" ”

"Nope."

Quatman put down the bottle and stared at him, and said slowly, "I'm not bragging. ”

"Grass! What's your attitude?! ”

The Moxigan thug slapped the table with his palm and let out a "bang", "I talked to you in a good voice, what do you mean?" ”

"I'm sorry."

Quatman lowered his head, "I'll invite you to drink." ”

The Moxigan thug glared at Quatman and said:

"Do you think you're good at boxing?"

Quatman shrugged his shoulders and replied:

"When I was younger, I used to fight Mohammed."

"Oh?!"

The Moxigan thug opened his mouth in surprise and made an exaggerated voice, "You fought a boxing champion?" ”

"Yes."

Quatman nodded.

"Hey......

The Moxigan thug sneered, "Okay, let's have a fight too, old fellow, come out!" Raise your fists! ”

The other thugs also made mocking noises.

"Come out! Raise your fist! Silly X! ”

"I'm sorry."

Quatman shook his head, "I'm not going to punch in the ring." ”

"Do you look down on me?"

The Moxigan thug suddenly grabbed his glass and smashed it into Quatman's head.

Quatman's body swayed, his head tilted to avoid the wine glass, which smashed against the wine cabinet behind him with a crisp popping sound.

"Grass! The old guy is good! Come out! Check with Lao Tzu. ”

"I'm sorry."

Quatman hurriedly shook his head, "Please get out of here, or I'll call the police!" ”

"Call the police!?"

The Moxigan thugs let out a loud laugh, "I'm just going to fight you in a boxing match, you think the police will care about this kind of thing?" ”

At this time, behind this group of thugs, a cold voice came.

"Boxing matches?"

Rorschach walked up behind them, "I'll fight you." ”

"Who!?"

The Moxigan thug turned around, "What the hell is looking for...... Oh! Oh, my God! …… Alarm...... Sheriff ......"

Rorschach stared at Moxie and said lightly:

"Come on, raise your fist."

"The ......"

Moxie swallowed his saliva and said nervously, "How dare I ......"

"I'll make you raise your fist!"

Rorschach raised his fists in a posture and beckoned, "Come on, or I'll take you back to the police station...... Calm down. ”

"Sheriff ......"

The Moxie gangster took a deep breath, "Is it really just a boxing match?" ”

"Of course."

Rorschach smiled, "I didn't bring a gun, don't be afraid, it's just a boxing match." ”

"Okay......"

The Moxigan thug raised his fists and slammed his steps, his body swaying up and down slightly, as if he had learned boxing specially.

The other thugs and bar guests hurriedly stepped back to make room for Rorschach and Moxie.

Rorschach squinted at the Moxigan thugs.

Beads of sweat began to drip from Moxigan's forehead, and he felt his heart pounding, the man opposite was the newly appointed sheriff, who had cracked several major cases in less than two months in office, and cracked down on the entire sleeping town, and swept the ruthless character, it was rumored that the town's boss Pradino was arrested because this man found out his handle, this kind of person is not something he can provoke at all, but now that it is difficult to ride a tiger, he regrets coming to this tavern tonight, originally he just wanted to humiliate the old guy who boasted of winning the gold belt Quatman, but I didn't expect to kick the iron plate, it was still titanium.

Do you really want to fight him? Although he is very confident in his boxing skills, the other party is a sheriff, if he is injured or disabled, annoys the other party, and is caught by him in the police station, then he will not be stripped of his skin, and he will not be able to leave at all.

Thinking of this, he licked his lips and shouted around:

"You have to testify to me that I and the sheriff are in a boxing match, and if the sheriff is injured, don't blame me."

There were many onlookers who didn't like to make a big deal out of it, and they cheered for Moxigan and promised to testify for him.

Rorschach smiled and said to the Moxigan gangsters:

"Don't worry, if you hurt me, there will never be a police officer who will come to trouble you."

"Sheriff, you have to count your words."

"Of course."

Rorschach pointed around, "There are so many witnesses." ”

"Good!"

With a sudden slipper, the Moxican thug rushed in front of Rorschach and slammed a jab into his face.

Rorschach raised his arm in a gear, unleashed his jab, and smiled:

"Not bad."

"Ahh

The Moxigan thug roared, picked up his combination punch, and struck him again.

Rorschach's body shook, his feet didn't move, and he dodged the combination one by one with just the shaking of his body.

The Moxigan thug gasped for breath, with an incredible look in his eyes, he never expected that his attack would all miss, and the other party didn't even move.

Rorschach clenched his fists, his joints made a crisp "click" sound, and said lightly:

"It's my turn."

Moxigan froze for a moment, and for a moment, he felt a huge shadow appear in front of him.

Bang!

Rorschach's fist was like a hammer, slamming into the face of the Moxigan gangster, so fast that he couldn't see the movement clearly, so that he didn't react at all, blood gushed out, and the Moxigan gangster threw his head back, fell straight backwards, and hit the bar.

Seeing this, the other gangsters around panicked, and they didn't know if it was because of the strength of the wine, they actually besieged Rorschach.

However, for Rorschach, whose physical attributes have long surpassed ordinary people, their bare-handed siege is not worth mentioning at all, but since they are disturbing the game, there is no need for Rorschach to continue to talk about the rules.

Bang!

A terrible howl rang out, and one of the thugs was struck by Rorschach's elbow, blood spurting out of his mouth mixed with teeth.

A punch slammed into the chest of the other thug, and Rorschach even faintly heard the sound of bones shattering, it seemed that the ribs were broken, and the thug directly weakened his legs, clutched his chest, and knelt on the ground.

In three or two clicks, the two besieging gangsters were knocked down, and the others lost their courage at once, and they gathered aside, neither going up nor retreating, the bar was silent, and the onlookers were also shocked by the scene in front of them.

Rorschach kicked away the thugs in front of him, pointed at the Moxie gangsters leaning against the bar, and smiled:

"The first round is over, let's move on to the second round."

"Don't!"

The Moxie gangster hurriedly shook his head, he had completely understood the gap with Rorschach, and if he continued to fight, he would only be sent to death, and the bridge of his nose had been broken by a punch, and now the pain was incomparable, he just wanted to get out of here quickly.

"Yes......"

Looking at the way he looked, Rorschach shrugged, "What a pity...... Will you still come here to make trouble in the future? ”

"No...... Don't dare. ”

The Moxigan gangster hurriedly replied.

"Really?"

"Really!"

The Moxigan thugs let out a muffled cry begging for mercy, "Sheriff, I won't be here anymore!" ”

Rorschach nodded and said lightly:

"You guys can get out."

As if he had been pardoned, Moxican hurriedly ran around Rorschach to the door of the tavern, and several of his companions got up from the ground and ran out of the tavern in disgrace.

Quatman looked at Rorschach and sighed:

"Thank you."

"It should."

Rorschach smiled and turned to see Rebecca, a white girl, standing beside him, staring at him with her eyes intended.

Rebecca looked at Rorschach, wondering if it was because of the drinking, her face flushed and her breathing was a little short.

At this moment, there was a sound of clapping and the voice of a strange man among the silent onlookers.

"It was an eye-opener!"