American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

In the eyes of others, this is a conflict with a clear winner. Google search reading

Rorschach is 1.75 meters tall and well-proportioned.

To the naked eye, he was a whole circle smaller than the tall Eugene.

Not to mention, Eugene is a former school bully.

He has much more experience in fighting and fighting all year round than an ordinary high school student.

So, the blond man tried to stop Eugene, lest he hurt Rorschach and cause even greater trouble.

"Stop it! Eugene...Eugene!"

It's a pity that Eugene is like a bull in heat at this moment.

He was completely indifferent to the dissuasion from his companions.

He only has one thought now, and that is to make the student boy in front of him cry!

Taste the fear, enjoy the fists, and learn to be in awe!

However, even when facing Eugene with blood-red eyes.

Rorschach still remained calm, his expression remained unchanged, and he showed no fear.

Fear is nothing but the breakfast companion of Catachan humans!

"Cry! Boy!"

At this time, Eugene suddenly raised his arm, and his heavy fist was about to hit Rorschach's face.

Unexpectedly, Rorschach's palm had already bypassed Eugene's sight.

Several hard knuckles hit Eugene hard under the ribs!

Catachan fighting skills, one combo!

"Well!"

In an instant, the ferocious smile on Eugene's face froze.

He subconsciously opened his mouth wide, and the brutal howl had already passed through his chest and was about to rise up his throat!

Unfortunately, Rorschach showed no mercy.

The other party was not given a chance to make a sound.

Catachan fighting skills, two combos!

The takeaway lunch box fell, and Rorschach's other palm danced like a sickle.

He easily hit Eugene on the side of his neck!

With just two clicks, the muscular Eugene's eyes instantly turned white.

The whole person's feet went soft, and he fell to the ground like a rag doll.

Boom!

The wooden floor made a loud noise, which also made the blond man in the room open his mouth in shock.

too fast!

Everything happened so fast!

The situation between the strong and the weak was instantly reversed, which also broke the blond man's barren imagination.

A seemingly ordinary high school student instantly knocked down Eugene, who was experienced in street fighting!

Even when facing an attack from an adult, Eugene's physique can resist for a long time!

In an instant, the blond man's drunkenness completely dissipated, and inexplicable fear filled his heart.

He looked at Rorschach nervously and said in a trembling voice:

"Please don't hurt me! You can take your mobile phone and wallet!"

"Sixty yuan, thank you for your patronage."

Luo Xia's face was full of helplessness, and he could only take a deep breath and said.

"You have money! Give it to me immediately!"

The blond man suddenly woke up from a dream.

He groped in his pockets in a panic and rummaged for cash.

"Six...sixty yuan!"

A few seconds later, the blond man reluctantly pulled out a few tattered bills, which amounted to exactly sixty yuan.

I saw him shivering as he approached the door and handed out the banknotes tremblingly.

"Thank you for your patronage."

Rorschach, who tried to keep smiling, took the note.

He hesitated and said:

"Eugene is not dead, but he needs to recover for a few days..."

"Ah?" The blond man was stunned for a moment, then bowed with gratitude, "Thank you... thank you!"

Rorschach shrugged his shoulders, bent down to pick up the takeaway lunch box, and turned towards the elevator.

He is a busy man, and there are countless jobs waiting for him in the restaurant.

"call--"

The elevator descended slowly, and Rorschach breathed a sigh of relief.

But his eyes were still full of excitement.

The first fight in my life, I won easily with an overwhelming advantage!

Of course, if he had used the Catachan Tusk just now, the first blow would have pierced the opponent's heart!

However, the small conflicts between the two sides are not so bloody and cruel.

Soon, Rorschach walked out of the apartment with light steps.

The breeze blowing on his face gradually calmed down the restless Rorschach.

I subconsciously analyzed the consequences of this conflict.

He defends himself in the face of threats.

Not even the police would scold a high school student for his adventurous impulse.

Also, a school bully who was expelled from high school.

Not to mention that he has not yet reached the drinking age, he is drunk and causing trouble and even smokes leaves.

I'm afraid the charges will be more serious if investigated.

In short, Rorschach was not afraid of Eugene calling the police.

After thinking about this, Luo Xia showed a slight smile.

The pedaling motion of the bike is also smoother.

Ten minutes later, Rorschach returned to the restaurant.

He immediately joined in the preparation of ingredients without stopping.

As time goes by, there are more and more customers in the restaurant.

Maybe it's because it's close to the weekend.

People who have had a hard week choose to reward themselves with a sumptuous dinner.

This also made Rorschach and her aunt both painful and happy.

It was only six o'clock in the afternoon, and the 'delicious' Chinese restaurant was already bustling with people.

People of different skin colors were either chatting or eating fiercely.

Laughter, singing, and curses were mixed with the bright neon lights of Chinatown after dark.

It shows the ubiquitous breath of life.

Rorschach, who had just cleared a dining table, took a break from his busy schedule.

While wiping his sweat, he enjoyed the excitement that belonged to others.

To a certain extent, he quite likes this kind of orderly and chaotic life.

The people who come to dine here come from different professions and races.

But at this moment, delicious food eliminates their class, wealth and other artificially divided attributes.

All that's left is the surprise of tasting delicious food and the fun of meeting friends.

"Rorschach! Serve!"

Rorschach was slightly absent-minded, as if he had returned to his previous life.

But then, he was interrupted by his aunt in the kitchen, and he entered a working state.

"No. 38, General Tso's chicken, one person!"

The bustling scene in the store lasted until nine o'clock in the evening.

After the last guest left, Rorschach and her aunt began to eat.

After Rorschach quickly finished his dinner.

Under the instruction of my aunt, I packed several clean leftovers in takeout boxes.

He gave it to the homeless people waiting in front of the restaurant.

This is a kind act that my aunt has continued for several years.

As long as the 'delicious' Chinese restaurant is open, homeless people in the neighborhood won't go hungry.

When everything in the store is cleared, the lights are turned off and the store is locked.

Rorschach took his aunt on his bicycle and went home to rest.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Rorschach lay in bed in a daze after a brief rinse.

From time to time, the sound of the calculator returning to zero could be heard in his ears.

It was the aunt in the living room who was sorting out the accounts and calculating the income.

Rorschach, who was not sleepy, chose to open the Warhammer Simulator.

[Cooling time: seventeen hours. 】

[Please invest resources to reduce the cooling time (currently not holding any resources)]

Rorschach frowned, grabbed the phone thrown next to the pillow, and pointed it at the simulator.

[The current resources do not match, please put resources to reduce the cooling time. 】

The perseverant Rorschach tried one after another on toilet paper, keychains, sheets and other miscellaneous items.

But the simulator in front of me still refused.

"What resources are needed? At least give me a hint?"

Rorschach fell into endless trouble.

Then, he seemed to remember something.

Rorschach was seen biting his fingertips with a solemn expression, squeezing out a few drops of blood, and held it up in front of the simulator.

[The current resources do not match, please put resources to reduce the cooling time. 】

"……sleep!"

Rorschach cursed and turned over, sucked his fingertips, and closed his eyes.