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

"Daddy is going to take care of some cases." Roosevelt hugged his daughter, looking doting.

"I'm leaving, you're not good at home, eh, don't move my glasses!"

The little girl's hand was already restlessly grasping Roosevelt's glasses.

She grabbed her glasses, then giggled and jumped from her father's arms to the ground, running towards a woman standing in the doorway.

"Give your glasses back to your dad." The woman bent down to the child.

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

The glasses eventually returned to Roosevelt's nose.

He led Chen Jianqiu into the big house in the middle of the ranch.

When you enter the door, you will find the living room, and the furnishings of the living room are not much different from other western houses, but they are a little more exquisite.

If anything, there is a difference in the back wall of the fireplace in the living room, where taxidermy after animal head hangs.

There are reindeer and argali.

The most striking thing is a grinning brown bear's head.

These specimens are lifelike and look very well crafted.

"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 frame is a black-and-white photograph of two people, one of whom is Roosevelt and the other is a young woman.

"She's Alice's mom, my love."

Roosevelt noticed Chen Jianqiu's gaze and said.

There was a little remembrance and sadness in his voice:

"She died in childbirth when she gave birth to Alice, and my mother died that year."

"That's why I came here from the east, and that year, I was almost out of breath."

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

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

"She's so much like her mom."

"I'm sorry."

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

"Alright, let's not talk about that."

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

"Although there is a high probability that the case will be solved, but since you are here, you will stay for two days, and the police officers who just helped me train and train me, I heard that your detective agency is very good, there must be some tricks."

Chen Jianqiu didn't deny it, nor did he start it.

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

"Have some dinner here, and I'll show you something interesting after dinner."

Roosevelt said mysteriously to the three of them.

"A man's favorite."

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

After a full meal and wine, the three men followed Roosevelt back on their horses.

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

Twilight fell, and they headed back in the direction of the town.

Shepherd Dog Town soon appeared in Chen Jianqiu's field of vision.

Tonight's town is not as dark as it is at other times, but lively.

The camp they had passed by before was now full of people.

Blazing braziers and torches illuminate the sky at the entrance of the town as if it were daytime.

The circus of "Buffalo Bill" opened.

Roosevelt bought a ticket at the door and walked into the camp with the three of them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next performance for you will be the best and best goddess gunslinger in the west,"

"Anne —————— Oakley!!!"

The host will pull the voice for a long time.

This greatly stirred up the emotions of the audience below.

By the time the dwarf woman jumped on the stage, the audience was already boiling.

Although the dwarf woman is not amazing, she does have some real skills.

She first smashed an apple on the head of her assistant (who was actually her husband) amid the exclamations of the crowd, and then smashed the things that the assistant threw into the air from the audience.

Chen Jianqiu watched with relish at the back of the crowd.

One thing to say, this woman's level is just used for performance, which is a bit condescending.

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

There is a chance for the two of them to face off and see who is the most accurate woman in the west.

Just as Chen Jianqiu was still imagining the picture of the battle between the two women in his mind, he was tapped on the shoulder.

It was Roosevelt with an excited face.

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

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

It's also a buzzing place.

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

"Welcome to the most blood-pumping sport for 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 grasp the balance and beat them to death.

At this time, although boxing already had rules and advocated wearing gloves, in the west, it was basically based on naked boxing.

"Boxing is my favorite sport because it builds my coordination and willpower." Roosevelt said to Chen Jianqiu, "I'll go up later." ”

"A hobby doesn't mean you have to be beaten."

Sean muttered as he glanced at Roosevelt's slightly thin frame and the glasses on his nose.

Chen Jianqiu smiled but did not speak.

The boxing match in the ring soon began.

A group of hot-blooded men came to the stage one after another and began to fight.

But because it was a bare fist and there was no protection, some of them soon broke their hands or had swollen heads into pigs' heads.

Most of them were bloodied on the spot.

The game was fierce on the court, and the opening of the audience was also very exciting.

The audience and fighters pressed and cheered, cheered, and coaxed their fighters!

It was Roosevelt's turn.

He took off his glasses, took off his jacket on his upper body, and handed it to Chen Jianqiu.

Unlike other fighters, he wore a vest.

Roosevelt's education as a child did not support him being naked in public.

His opponent was a farmer who lived near the town.

The farmer was in the ring, apparently denying the sheriff's identity.

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

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

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

He kept dodging and saw the opportunity to start using the counter to beat his opponent.

Eventually, the farmer was hit in the chin with an uppercut by Roosevelt after a bold hook miss.

The farmer lay upright on the ground.

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

The audience also cheered and roared.

Among these townspeople, who knew Roosevelt well, knew that he was a skilled boxer, so they all won money; Unfamiliar foreign villagers pressed the wrong person and hung their heads.

Male hormones permeate the crowd.

Chen Jianqiu looked at Roosevelt with a smile and applauded.

"Who's next?"

After the farmer was carried down, the spectators began to look for the next group of contestants.

Because Roosevelt didn't have any injuries to his face, he could continue to fight.

So, everyone wondered who Roosevelt's next opponent would be after he demonstrated such a high level of skill.

"Me!"

A bald head walked out from behind the crowd.

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

The bald head drove his clothes, revealing the muscles covered with green tendons, which was in stark contrast to Roosevelt on the other side.

The audience below looked at each other:

"The dealer who set up the stage is out of the game himself?"

"This figure looks like I've been trained, and I feel like the sheriff is going to suffer."

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

"Come on." Roosevelt was not afraid.

He'd just won a game by crushing momentum, and the momentum was in full swing.

The bald head stepped into the ring.

The boxing match began.

Roosevelt set up the huddle, his hands on his chin, and watched the bald head move as he swayed.

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

Roosevelt began to move around the grounds, keeping his distance from his bald head.

The two men start playing games based on each other's reach.

But in the eyes of the audience, it is very boring.

There was a boo below.

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

He tentatively threw a few punches, but they all hit the bald head, and it didn't hurt.

Suddenly, the bald head approached Roosevelt with an arrow step.

The sheriff noticed that his cheeks were exposed, so he punched him.

But the punch wasn't hit yet.

The bald fist had already hit Roosevelt in the ribs.

That's where the liver is.

Roosevelt fell to the ground in agony.

The bald head sold a flaw, but he was faster than Roosevelt, so the back hand changed to the front hand and hit with one hit.

Chen Jianqiu and Sean rushed into the ring and lifted Roosevelt up from the ground.

Suddenly, the bald head turned his head and coldly dropped a sentence:

"Be careful."

"Sean, Asuka, you guys get Mr. Roosevelt down first." Chen Jianqiu stood up.

"Are you going to fight too?" The bald head asked.

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

There was a bang in the audience.

In this kind of private boxing ring, not to mention betting on yourself, it is normal to bet on your opponent to win.

But after the bald head showed such strength, he was so confident to press himself to win, I don't know if it was too much.

The person in front of them seemed to have never seen in the town before, and it didn't seem to be from the surrounding towns.

I don't know the details, it's not good to bet.

He came with Mr. Roosevelt, so he must have had two of them.

However, even a fighter like Mr. Roosevelt has lost, and the probability of this bald head winning should be a little greater.

But discussion is discussion.

Judging from the results of the final bet, the vast majority of people still think that the bald head will win.

The bout began when the two sides officially stood in the ring.

The bald head kept the hug as before, and while shaking, he cautiously approached Chen Jianqiu.

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

He just stood there, looking at the bald head.

It's either nothing at all, or it's plain insulting.

There was another boo from the audience.

Those who pressed Chen Jianqiu, some grabbed their hair, and some covered their faces.

Most of them are very remorseful.

What is this? Why should I have trouble with money?

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

This time, he didn't even sell the flaws, and swung a straight punch directly with his left hand.

Chen Jianqiu's head was slightly sideways.

The fist brushed his cheek past.

The bald man's right hand hooked one after another.

However, Chen Jianqiu took half a step back like an uncertain prophet.

The hook is empty again.

Uppercut, uppercut, straight, hook.

After a set of combination punches, the bald head got up.

He didn't hit a single punch.

The prediction of the person in front of him was extremely accurate, and his movements were as fast as a ghost.

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

And the audience in the audience was already stunned.

This Chinese hands hang down at his side, and the range of body movements is not very large, but he can dodge every punch of the bald head.

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

He's like a boxing coach training his students.

"It's too slow." Chen Jianqiu shook his head.

The bald head was furious, he wiped his nose with his fist, and then rushed up and began to attack Chen Jianqiu like a storm.

Straight punch, straight punch, uppercut, hook box, straight punch.

Still can't hit a single punch.

Chen Jianqiu hid more freely, almost bothered to look at him:

"I can recite your fist, do you want me to read it to you?"

"Uppercut, hook, straight, straight, uh, right, and then it's still an uppercut"

"Don't punch with emotion, it's going to make you more physically exhausted, eh, look, you're gasping."

The bald head was panting and sweating profusely.

He'd never punched so tired!

Physically and psychologically!

"Shut up!" The bald head roared and swung out a hook.

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

He took a step back and swung his right fist at the bald cheeks.

This punch hit the bald head firmly in the cheeks.

His head was beaten and twisted.

The people standing in the first row all saw him roll his eyes.

"Plop."

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

Dizzy and unconscious.