"Damn, I'm not going to pay you six hundred dollars! There are other people who bet on you to win...... Why don't you let me die?"

Tony clutched his chest and wailed, looking at Jacob pitifully. The sweat on his Shar Pei-like face was mixed with blood scabs and brains, and after being wiped by Tony a few times, it began to trickle down the folds on his fat face, and when it reached the corners of Tony's mouth, Jacob clearly saw Tony smacking the corners of his mouth with relish.

It was so weird and disgusting!

It's like the legendary vampire licking the blood left on the corner of his mouth after sucking human blood.

"Knock knock...... Tony ......"

Jacob couldn't bear to look at it anymore, knocked on the bar and pointed at his disgusting Shar Pei face, pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled awkwardly: "Tony, get a bottle of whiskey, then go wash your face and wipe the corners of your mouth!"

"Wash your face?!Oh,!" Tony touched his face suspiciously, looking at the slimy mixture of blood crusts on his hands, and shook his hands in disgust.

In the blink of an eye, he saw Glinton's memorable scarred face, and the scene of little Tommy's head being shot in front of him instantly came to his mind. Tony couldn't help but sit on the ground with a limp, "You killed Brother Sloke......

"Tony, my whiskey...... Are you talking about the two $400 prey at the door? If so, then I can tell you that they're not the Srock brothers. I was shot in the head by Tommy Jr., and the other was Hank Lewis. It's clear that they're using fake names. Other than that...... Whiskey should be taken on the side. Thank you!"

Picking off his cowboy hat and throwing it at the bar, Greenton's stiff mouth sneered, "Looks like the gunslinger you hired deceived you!

"Boom!"

Two glasses and a rimmed whiskey were placed in front of Jacob and Grington. It's just that the sound of the bottle smashing on the bar is a bit loud, indicating that Tony is in a bad mood. It's terrible! Wrong gambling estimates, heavy losses, a shootout at a bar, the guy turned out to be a wanted criminal, and the smell of blood on his face that can't be erased! All of this makes Tony furious and frustrated......

FUCK!Damn Bounty Hunter!Damn Eastern Kid!

Tony was eager to pull out the double-barreled shotgun under the bar and smash the heads of Jacob and Grington sitting in front of him, and then bring a glass of rye to refresh his depressed and aggrieved mood. It was these two people who made a mess of his orderly life.

But Tony didn't dare.

Not to mention that Grinton, who was as terrifying as a beast, could easily kill him, and even Jacob, who could kill Billy unscathed in a duel, was not something he could provoke. After all, Tony is just a businessman, not a rampant Western gunslinger. Since no one dared to provoke him, Tony had to find a corner to lick his wounds.

"Sweethearts, it's over. Come down and clean up the bar. Big Daddy wants to go back to the hotel to rest. Jacob, go to the hotel and get your money...... I'll go back first. ”

Tony shouted upstairs and left the bar with a low swear. A few heads poked out of the staircase upstairs and peeked cautiously downstairs, and then a cheerful sound of footsteps was heard. A few brightly dressed beauties came down from upstairs, carrying mops and rags, and happily began to clean up the bar. Seeing them turn a blind eye to the blood-splattered aftermath of the shootout in the bar, Jacob knew that the nerves of women in this world, or in the western part of the world, were thick enough.

Pouring whiskey for Grinton and himself, Jacob raised his glass and took a sip of whiskey, closing his eyes and tasting it.

Mellow!

Strong!

The flavor is unique!

Aroma of caramel and vanilla!

It's a bourbon whisky!

It is a famous wine that can be passed down for hundreds of years!

"Good!"

Jacob and Grington admired in unison. The two looked at each other and smiled, and toasted to their shared hobby. While the two were drinking, they chatted about whiskey. When a bottle of whiskey was almost drunk, Jacob put down the glass in his hand, he sat on the barstool and smiled and said to Glinton: "Glinton, everyone knows that you are a famous bounty hunter in the West, and you must have experienced a lot. Can you tell me about it? For example, the law enforcement fanatic Gate, and the Zorro ......."

Hearing Jacob mention these two names, Greenton's already terrifying face suddenly became even more difficult to look at.

"Boom!"

Glynton poured a glass of wine and slapped it the bar. The hard solid wood bar instantly shook violently, making a deafening sound. When Grinton raised his hand, Jacob noticed that Grinton had slapped a glass into the solid wood bar. It can be seen how great Glinton's power is and how terrifying his control of power is. He's definitely not as rough as he seems. It also shows how strong Greenton's hatred for law enforcement fanatics Gate and Zorro is.

"Someday I'll let Gat, let Zorro, know how powerful my beast Grinton is!"

Greenton lifted the bottle and drank the remaining whiskey from the bottle, then ignored Jacob and dragged a maid who passed by him upstairs. It seems that he doesn't want to continue talking to Jacob.

Watching Greenton go upstairs with his maid in his arms and be merry, Jacob felt a little regretful. His main purpose this time was not achieved, and he was not able to get the news about the title from Greenton. But Jacob still had a catch.

Jacob's eyes burned as he stared at the glass that Glynton had slapped into the bar. He flexed his finger and tapped on the bar, which was made of a single board of red pine. Although the red pine wood is light and soft, the bar top has become very hard under the erosion and friction of sweat, liquor, and oil over the years. And if Grinton wants to produce such an effect this time, then Grintton's strength will never be less than three hundred kilograms. You can shoot a controllable 300 kilograms of power at hand. Then his own power is a bit intriguing.

"It seems that this world is not as simple as it seems!"

Jacob touched his chin and muttered to himself.

"In that case, let me see how strong you are?"

The night was getting darker, and in the blink of an eye it was night.

James had Greenton's bounty delivered in full in the afternoon. Later, when it was getting dark, Greenton left the hot spring town alone and disappeared into the night. And not long after Glinton left the town, James secretly led a dozen people on horseback to follow Glinton's tracks. These two groups of people, one does not hide his whereabouts, and the other group is also blatantly chasing. As Jacob expected, the relationship between James and Grington was not so simple.

All this was clearly seen by Jacob, who was hiding in the shadows. He also rode his horse and followed closely behind James and his party, wanting to see what kind of show these two groups were going to put on! More importantly, Jacob wanted to find out the true strength of the beast Glinton......

Since he can't understand the system's delineation of titles, Jacob has to figure it out himself. The easiest way for newcomers to become famous is to...... Step on the old man's upper position!

There's only one goal in front of you that looks good!