Charles was right, because at the moment, he, Javier, and Brandi had either eliminated their opponents or had the upper hand, but when he said this, he ignored Bill, who was being beaten by the group.

At this time, Bill's condition is not optimistic, although he is not a vegetarian, he just knocked down one person when he was besieged by four people, but after all, two fists are difficult to beat four hands. Now he was dragged into a corner by three other men, two of whom held him firmly and another began to throw heavy punches into his abdomen and head.

Brandy, who had just been free, couldn't stand it anymore, so he grabbed a wine bottle and walked over and patted the shoulder of the man who was happily punching Bill's stomach.

As soon as the man turned around, a wine bottle smashed head-on, the wine bottle shattered, and his conscious consciousness was also shattered, and the whole person immediately fell to the ground, unconscious.

When Bill received help, he immediately broke free, broke free from one person's restraints, and his free hand took advantage of the situation to firmly control the other person, and the big head with a few hairs left smashed into the opponent's nose, smashing the opponent's eyes and nosebleeds.

Brandi's side was having a lively fight, and the bartender in charge was panicking. The battle had already caused the tavern's business to lose a lot, and I heard that it had also caused his employer to suffer additional financial losses, although the bar brawl was nothing new to the current world, but it was still him who lost.

At this time, the two sides of the fight, one of them was Mr. Manny and his friends, who had played a great role in the defense of Valentine not long ago, and the other side was a gang of hooligans who often mingled in Valentine and the surrounding area.

But he couldn't help it, even if he couldn't persuade him, he couldn't afford to provoke him, since he was now in charge of the store, then he couldn't do nothing, so he could only hide under the bar, dodging the wine bottles, chairs, and even tables that would fly at him at some point, while shouting, "Stop fighting, don't fight, my God, stop it." In this case, although it was absolutely useless, at least he did his part.

At this moment, a rough roar came from the second floor: "What the hell is going on down there?"

The bartender's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly got out of under the bar and looked to the second floor.

I saw a fat man with thinning hair, a sloppy beard, and six or seven minutes drunk, walking down the stairs step by step, his height of more than two meters, extremely strong arms, and trembling belly all had unimaginable deterrence.

When the bartender saw the man, he immediately shouted, "No, Tommy, don't interfere!" There was even a hint of desperation in his voice.

Unfortunately, it was too late, and when Tommy saw the current situation, the little reason that remained in his mind disappeared in an instant.

As soon as he got off the field, he immediately locked on Javier, who had just solved his opponent and was eager to try, and said, "Come here, you little deflated three!"

Javier was worried that no one would help him move his muscles, and just when such a stupid big man who lacked a string in his brain took the initiative to come to the door, he did not hesitate, strode forward, and smashed Tommy's face with a poisonous fist.

Tommy didn't dodge or defend at all, he just took a punch, and immediately after he got a punch, his left hand grabbed Javier's shoulder like a pincer, followed by two consecutive heavy punches to Javier's abdomen, and the last hook knocked Javier over on the bar, smashing several glasses and a wine bottle.

"You punch like a little girl, Mexican." Tommy said contemptuously, stepped forward, grabbed Javier's shoulders with both hands like a child, and threw his hands to the side, and Javier flew out, smashing over a table, the sound of wood breaking was deafening.

When Tommy came down from the upper floor, Brandi seemed to go up to help, but before he could take a few steps, a drinker who had just recovered from behind him suddenly became angry, pounced on him and strangled him from behind, making it impossible for him to face a strong enemy with Javier.

By the time Brandi had managed to put the attacker at bay, Javier was being thrust by Tommy on a table.

"We can get our opponent done, Brandy, and you go help Javier!" Bill slapped his opponent back a few steps with a big-eared scraper, and shouted back.

Brandi knew that he was not good at martial arts, but after crossing into this world, he saw more blood and dead people, and he dared to fight more than in the past, and the only thing he was better than everyone present was his flexibility.

So, he didn't recklessly go up and punch the big guy, because he knew that even if he did, he would tickle this buddy like Javier.

He looked around, took a chair in his hand, paused slightly, and picked up another chair.

He walked up behind Tommy in a few steps, and without saying a word, picked up a chair and slammed it on the back of Tommy's head.

The chair shattered, Tommy stopped in pain, and as soon as he turned his head, a chair smashed head-on, Rao was also smashed with his quality.

"Javier, can you still fight?" Brandi asked.

"I can't die." Javier struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said.

"Alright, let's give this stupid big guy a hard shot." Brandi said as he rushed forward and grabbed one of Tommy's arms.

Javier was beaten fatly, and when he was worried that he had nowhere to vent, he didn't answer, but rushed up and hugged Tommy's other arm.

Tommy was bound by the two, and he couldn't help but struggle, but no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't stand the concerted efforts of Brandi and Javier.

With a "bang", a window of the tavern facing Valentine's Main Street was smashed by Tommy's massive body, and Tommy rolled three times on the dirty roads of Main Street, covered in mud and embarrassed.

「uybien！ (Well done!) Javier let out a bad breath and couldn't help but shout, and when he saw Tommy outside, he was trying to get up, and said to Brandi on the side, "Go, and beat him up!"

"That's right, but I'll just go, you need to get some rest." Brandi glanced at Javier, whose face was about to be distorted, and didn't say anything more, just turned around and walked into the bar, took an unopened bottle of whiskey from the bar, and poured it into his mouth as he walked out of the tavern.

At this time, the sky was overcast, and it was rare for a light rain to fall, and people were shocked to see Tommy, a big man who was famous in Valentine, suddenly flying out of the tavern, but the people who ate melons immediately realized that there was a good show to watch, and immediately gathered around to see the show.

Brandi looked at Tommy, who was already oozing blood from his forehead, with a defiant expression, and said, "Big man, you're not that good, come on, let's continue to practice."

"You...... You T sneak attack, still ...... And hit me with a stool......" Tommy was so angry that he couldn't even speak.

"I'm a young man, of course I don't want to talk about martial arts," Brandy's expression was indeed very skewed at this point, and he said as he picked up the bottle and smashed it on Tommy's head, saying, "Let's try this again!"

But this time, he wasn't so lucky, and Tommy, who was already well prepared, couldn't have been able to sneak up on him with a half-ass.

The bottle shattered on Tommy's head, but it didn't seem to cause substantial damage at all, and the next second, Brandi's arm was pinched by Tommy, followed by a heavy punch, impartial, that hit Brandi's injured part.

Brandi was hit hard by this, and a mouthful of blood immediately spurted out, but Tommy didn't give him a chance to react, and slammed him into the cheek, knocking him to the ground.

The crowd let out a sympathetic sigh and then cheered, after all, they could see that the two punches from Tommy really hurt, and Tommy was really good.

"Looks like you don't have any real skills, sissy," Tommy laughed heartily, "Come on, keep fighting, or are you just the kind of bastard who gets punched twice?"

"Stand up, Brandy! this stupid big guy!" Bill, who was already in the crowd, shouted to cheer for Brandy.

Javier and Charles weren't as brainless as Bill, and when they saw Brandy's constant vomiting of blood, they immediately understood the punch that had just hit him in the stomach

Touching his wound that had not yet healed, they all wanted to go through the crowd to help, but the people who watched the excitement surrounded this place three layers inside and three layers outside, and they struggled for a long time, but they couldn't squeeze in at all.

Brandi finally stopped vomiting blood, he slowly gasped for breath and adjusted his breathing, at this time his wound was very painful, and his head was also dizzy, but he did not have the slightest intention of retreating, on the contrary, his heart was burning with unprecedented fighting spirit at this time.

He shook his head slightly, blood, rain, and mud drenched him all over his body, and his pale blonde hair covered his forehead, blocking his vision a little.

Brandi wiped her face, wiped her hair above her head, and slowly stood up.

He faced Tommy, who looked like a giant beast, and made a simple boxing stance, saying, "I can spend a day with you."

"Stop fighting!"

At this time, a girl's voice suddenly sounded.

A little girl with dark chestnut hair and a pair of braids squeezed out of the crowd and stretched out her arms in front of Brandy. She yells at Tommy, "Stop! Tommy! Don't you see any injuries on him?"

At this time, Brandy's blue shirt was already oozing a little blood, and although he was still holding on, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he did have serious injuries that had not healed.

But Tommy, the drunken big man, didn't care about that, he looked at the little girl, who was a little familiar and a little strange, and said, "Get out of the way, little girl, this is a battle between men, get out of the house."

"The big guy is right, it's a battle between men," Brandi said lightly, holding the little girl's shoulder, "Marty, get out of the way, I can handle it here."

"I don't!" Marty turned around angrily, a pair of bright blue eyes flashing with anger, "Didn't I tell you to go home as soon as you're done shopping, and don't run around, especially not to drink? What have you done? I didn't buy anything, I didn't say anything, I went to drink, not only drank, but I also got into a fight with someone, don't you know your current physical condition?"

"I was wrong, Marty, and I apologize to you," Brandi said, putting her hands on Marty's shoulders and saying, "But now is not the time to talk about this, there are still things that must be resolved between adults, and when I get this done here, you can scold me as much as you want, okay?"

With that, Brandi leaned into Marty's ear and whispered, "Trust me, I can handle it."

Although Marty is angry and worried now, looking at Brandi's determined eyes, she subconsciously chooses to believe in this man she has been taking care of for more than a month.

"Hey, hey," Tommy said impatiently, "I said, did you finish talking to your little lover?"

"I can't see it, you big guy has a lot of humor." Gently pushing Marty away, Brandi smiled coldly.

"But there's really no fun in bullying a wounded person," Tommy said as he looked at Brandi, who was struggling to even stand firm, "Either so, you get down on your knees and get under Lao Tzu's crotch, and we'll leave this matter to rest, how about it?"

"Less T nonsense." After Brandi finished speaking, he threw a punch at Tommy, but at this time his fist was so weak that even Marty, a little girl who had never fought before, could catch his punch, let alone Tommy.

Tommy didn't try to defend against that punch at all, because he knew it wouldn't hit his face at all, so he simply slapped Brandy with a backhand and knocked Brandi to the ground.

"You kid, you're a good sneak attacker, but you're actually a bastard," Tommy said casually, moving his knuckles casually, "and stand up, didn't you say you could spend a day with me?" Where's your energy?"

"Hey! Big guy!"

At this moment, a magnetic Texas dialect suddenly sounded behind Tommy.

"Arthur!" Bill, Javier, and Charles in the crowd exclaimed, they didn't even notice when Arthur was on the field.

"Little girl, you hurry up and take Brandi to the doctor, this big guy will be handed over to me to deal with." Arthur looked at Tommy with a defiant look as he spoke to the little girl not far away.

Tommy turned around, and he had just won the next game

Filled with letters, he looked the stout cowboy in front of him up and down, examined his shaved chin and neat clothes, and said, "You look like you can fight a lot better than that kid, but you're still a sissy."

"Hmph, bullying a guy who hasn't recovered from a gunshot wound, your face is not only large in size, but also not small in thickness," Arthur smiled coldly and said, "Come, do it, let me see if your fist can only smash cotton."

"Look for death!" Tommy's eyes lit up, and he slammed a punch into the man in front of him who was a circle smaller than him.

But the punch fell into the air, and before Tommy could feel the touch of the fist, a heavy downpercut hit his jaw with precision, causing him to take two steps back and almost sit directly on the ground.

He finally stabilized his body and looked at his opponent, only to see him put on a posture that was exactly the same as that of Brandi before.

Arthur sneered as he made a slow, defiant gesture to Tommy, motioning for him to follow.

Tommy was a grumpy, how could he stand this grievance, roared angrily, and threw himself at Arthur.

Arthur dodged the lunge with a dodge to the left, kicking Tommy in the ribs and kicking him to the ground.

Tommy subconsciously raised his hand to hold on to the hitching stake next to him, barely steadied his body, and turned his head, Arthur was still in a provocative fist fight, still continuing to taunt him.

Although Tommy is taller than ordinary people and more durable than ordinary people, but the impact on him from being hit by two chairs in the back of his head and face door in a row is much greater than he imagined, plus his physical strength is consumed, and he is teased by Arthur one after another, at this time his actual situation is not as good as he thinks, plus, he is too violent to endure any kind of provocation, so when he saw Arthur as always so provocative, he became even more angry, and another heavy punch was smashed at Arthur's head.

But then, he felt that the punch was firmly contained, and then there was a whirlwind, and by the time he reacted, he was lying on the ground that had been made even more muddy by the rain, and the little man whom he had despised before was riding on him.

The crowd erupted in cheers, and the scene of pretending to be slapped in the face seemed to be a joy everywhere, and in the cheers, familiar voices from Bill, Javier, and Charles could be heard from time to time, and they shouted, "Kill this ***!" While coaxing, for Arthur's strong momentum.

Arthur grabbed Tommy by the collar with one hand, slammed his fist in the face with the other, punch after punch, punch after punch, punch after punch, people around him cheered, Tommy never said words begging for mercy, so the one-sided beating continued.

Until an all-too-familiar voice appeared behind him: "Arthur, that's enough, he's unconscious." It's Ducky.

When Arthur heard this, he let go of his grip on Tommy's clothes.

He stood up and said in a sonorous voice to the lively faces around him, "Do you know that this *** just fought is a hero who defended this town not long ago, although I know that what you do is human, but I don't think a person who can be called a hero by some people should not be treated like this."

"Alright, Arthur," Dudge patted Arthur on the shoulder, "I know you feel sorry for Brandi, but we've been here long enough, haven't we?"

"I think it's more important than that I'm about to tell you about these boys, Arthur." Josiah Trelawney, who had been following Ducky, spoke.

"You're right, Ducky, and Trelawney," Arthur nodded, shouting at Bill, Javier, and Charles in the crowd, "You guys, stop the excitement, come here, Mr. Trelawney has brought news of one of our old fellows."