America 1881: Legend of the West

The white gangsters took the lead.

A gangster rushed up to the guy and punched him.

The guy didn't move, his left arm blocked the gangster's fist, and he hit the gangster in the face with a right fist.

The punch was fast and accurate.

The gangster was beaten until he was shaken.

The guy followed up and kicked the gangster in the stomach.

With just one kick, the gangster was kicked until he was rolling on the ground holding his stomach.

But then other gangsters also came up.

The man saw the enemy coming from the corner of his eye, raised his foot and kicked to the right, kicking the gangster closest to him back four or five steps.

However, the space in the store is too small and it is impossible to move.

After the general escaped a close bear hug from a gangster, the man shouted loudly, picked up the stool next to him and hit the gangster in front of him on the head.

The gangster was hit so dizzy that he lay on the ground with his head covered.

The portal opens in front of the guy.

He took three steps at a time, rushed out the door, and came to the street.

The white gangsters also chased him out.

"Come together!" I don't know which one of them shouted.

The gangsters swarmed up and were about to get close to the guy.

The clerk rushed to the shop across the street and pulled off the wooden stick supporting the shed at the door.

He turned around and hit the gangster at the front with a stick.

The tip of the stick hit the gangster's shoulder.

The gangster felt that his shoulder joint was falling apart for a moment, severe pain came, and he could no longer lift his arm.

The stick retracted, then swept across the other gangster's calf.

"Oh!"

The sound of a wooden stick hitting a calf bone.

The gangster who was swept couldn't stand for an instant, hugging his calves and wailing on the ground.

The boy used this wooden stick to make the tiger and tiger fly, and he was quite methodical.

The stick technique he used was obviously derived from the marksmanship on the battlefield. It was not flashy, but very practical.

Those gangsters couldn't do anything to him, but suffered a lot under this stick.

For a moment, the offensive and defensive momentum on the street was different. The gangsters waved sticks and rushed out, beating the white hooligans and running away.

There were more and more people watching around, and some people couldn't help but shout "Okay"!

"Beat them!"

"Put them under their feet!"

There were cheers and cheers one after another, and they became one!

However, at this moment, a white gangster who had been knocked to the ground struggled to sit up.

He quietly took out a revolver from his clothes.

This gangster originally thought that if several people hit one person, he would be able to beat up the opponent's face, and then circle around and kick him, so he didn't bother to use his gun.

Unexpectedly, this guy was extremely brave. He was outnumbered and outnumbered. Not only did he show no sign of cowardice, but he beat them with a wooden stick until they were all on the ground.

Gangsters don't pay attention to any bottom line.

The only thought in his mind now is to kill this guy.

"Bastard, come and taste the bullets!" The gangster raised his gun.

He was about to pull the trigger.

At this moment, a porcelain spoon flew out of nowhere and hit the gangster in the head.

The gangster fell forward as if he had been hit by a hammer.

The pistol fell from his hand and slid across the ground.

The man who was in the midst of a fierce battle suddenly turned around and saw the pistol on the ground, and suddenly broke into a cold sweat from behind.

At this time, a gangster next to him was rushing towards the gun.

"What a thief! How dare you plot against me!" the man shouted.

He stepped over in two steps, and the wooden stick in his hand came down from above, hitting the gangster who was lowering his head to pick up the gun in the back of the head.

The stick was so powerful and heavy that it knocked the gangster to the ground.

The man's blood surged, but he still felt it was not enough, so he took another blow.

The stick hit the gangster's face firmly, knocking him over. Red, white, and yellow splattered all over the floor, and he couldn't survive before his eyes.

The other gangsters were so frightened that they pissed themselves when they saw one of their own men beaten to death with several sticks. They fled in all directions, completely ignoring those on the ground who were still alive and dead.

The crowd of onlookers also became silent.

The fact that a foreigner was beaten to death in the street in Chinatown was no small matter.

The owner of the barbecued pork shop ran out of the shop in a panic.

When he saw the corpse on the ground, he beat his chest and beat his feet at the man, with a cry in his voice:

"It's over! It's over! How did you cause such a thing? Trouble! Trouble!"

If this news gets out, I don't know whether his store can continue to open. I'm afraid he himself will also be arrested!

It's not uncommon for people to die in Chinatown, but usually those who die are Chinese, and the police in San Francisco don't even care.

But if the foreigner dies, it will be different.

The guy was also stunned.

He was just excited to hit him, and the last blow with the stick was a little harder, but he didn't expect that this man would be killed by a stick without hitting him so easily.

But he stood up his stick and stood as straight as the stick beside him:

"Don't worry, my boss. I, Situ Meitang, can only do things for others. I will pay for my life with my life. I will never involve my boss in the slightest!"

"You said you won't involve me if you don't involve me? Which foreign policeman is reasonable? I'm afraid they will arrest you and me together and torture you!" the boss wailed with a mournful face.

"One life is worth one? When did the lives of these white gangsters become so valuable?"

A voice came from the barbecue restaurant.

Chen Jianqiu, wearing a satin blue silk robe, walked out of the door together with Li Sifu.

He walked to another white gangster who was still unconscious on the ground, picked up the handle of a porcelain spoon on the ground, and handed it to the boss's hand:

"Boss, I'm sorry, I broke a spoon in your store. I'll have someone pay you double the compensation later."

The boss stood there blankly.

When Situ Meitang saw the handle of the spoon, he realized that it was Chen Jianqiu who had saved him just now.

He knelt down on one knee, raised his hands in thanks and said, "Situ Meitang, thank you very much, Boss Chen, for saving your life!"

Chen Jianqiu waved his hand and began to look at Situ Meitang up and down.

To fight against a large number of enemies and not show fear is to be brave; to not fight rudely but to take advantage of weapons and terrain is to be wise; to dare to take responsibility and accept responsibilities is to be righteous.

This guy is pretty good.

"How about hanging out with me in the future?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly asked, "With your skills, it's not an exaggeration to be a red stick in the main hall."

Situ Meitang was stunned again. He paused and considered his words:

"The juniors are still inexperienced and young, so I'm afraid I won't be able to convince the public. Besides..."

He glanced at the white man's body and sighed:

"Besides, I'm afraid that I will be sued and my life will be at risk."

My life is almost gone, how can I think about becoming a popular stick?

Chen Jianqiu laughed:

"Qualification is not an issue, nor is age. As for the lawsuit,"

While several people were talking, a group of uniformed policemen had already cut through the crowd and rushed in.

Chen Jianqiu knew the leader.

It's Sheriff Porter.

The police station in this area is near Chinatown, so as soon as they received the news, Chief Porter rushed over with the police officers.

"Where is the murderer? Huh? Where is he?"

The police chief rushed in and immediately saw the body lying on the ground and Situ Meitang standing next to him.

"Hey, isn't this Sheriff Potter? What happened last time didn't lead to your promotion?" Chen Jianqiu said in a weird voice with his hands behind his back.

Potter's face turned red and white.

After the strike and demonstration, the government, in order to stabilize the mood, stated that it would let bygones be bygones to the police.

So Chief Porter can still be the police chief of his district.

But now everyone in the government knows that he is a young man, so few people are willing to pay attention to him.

He did know Chen Jianqiu, but he did not know that he was the actual boss of the Border Detective Agency. He only knew that he was a member of the anti-strike alliance and a railroad tycoon in California.

Boss Chen was reportedly beaten during the last strike and demonstration.

Porter thought that Chen Jianqiu's words were disgusting for his defection.

"Um, Boss Chen, actually, what happened last time" Sheriff Porter wanted to explain, but found that no matter how he explained, it seemed to be useless.

In the United States, peace officers and police officers have always been one of the most brutal professions.

If it were in the past, he would never be so cowardly, but now

Chen Jianqiu waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to say anything.

He pointed at the corpses on the ground and a few white hooligans who could not move:

"These people must have criminal records at your place, right? I was watching the whole process. These people were the first to provoke."

He pointed at Situ Meitang again:

"As for this young man, it was just legitimate defense."

Sheriff Porter was like a deflated rubber ball, and his voice had no confidence:

"Boss Chen, I can trust your credibility, but after all, the process still has to go through after someone died. The court has the final say on this matter, so don't embarrass me too much."

"Okay." Chen Jianqiu nodded, "I respect your profession."

He walked to Situ Meitang and patted his shoulder gently: "It's okay. Let's go with him."

Sheriff Potter breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that Chen Jianqiu would take revenge on him for the last strike and demonstration and deliberately make things difficult for him.

But Chen Jianqiu turned around, suddenly changed the topic, and stared at Potter closely:

"I will take a lawyer to go through the bail process soon, but before that, if I find some scars or bruises on this young man's body that shouldn't be there."

"Then, I'm sorry. Chief Potter, I promise you won't be able to serve as a police officer at the lowest level."