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"What? You doll also want to gamble?"

"Is the tavern opened by your family? There are vacancies here, is there a problem if I want to sit here?"

Nero also responded lightly.

In an instant, the people present understood that Nero was here to regain his position.

The other cowboys took a sip of their cards and looked back and forth between Nero and the German with half-smiles, as did the people on the other tables.

The German blinked his left eye, and his right eye was terribly bloodshot.

Immediately the German took out a cigarette.

"If you don't drink, do you smoke?"

"Of course not."

"Then do you play cards?"

"Give me your chips, and I'll play two hands with you?"

"...Are you here to find fault? Just because I made fun of your girlfriend?"

"Is there a problem?"

Nero spread his hands, holding his lemonade in his right hand, and asked quite casually.

The German frowned.

At the same time, the German also noticed the eyes around him.

These eyes are not only staring at Nero, but also staring at him, because——

He was provoked in turn.

The German guy frowned slightly, pondering in his heart.

When booing earlier, he, a stranger, was not only the loudest, but also made fun of other people's girlfriends by the way.As a result, someone else came to him in turn. In this case, I had to do something!

Chapter 4 Schuttheim II

thought here.

The German slammed his fist straight on the table, then pointed at Nero.

"Boy, listen up.

"Either pick up the cards - keep betting on the cards left by the previous person, or roll away. Good babies like you are not welcome at this table - this is the rule of the "Western". "

"Rules in the West?"

Nero looked curiously at a cowboy watching a show at the same table.

"Is this the rule in the West?"

"Aren't you American?" the cowboy asked in turn.

"No." Nero was very frank.

"Ha!" the cowboy explained, "Then let me tell you this, foreigner. He is humiliating you when he flirts with your girlfriend. You are humiliating him now by sitting at the gaming table." He. And the rules in the West are—

"Either get humiliated obediently and go home in despair, or let the person who humiliated him pay the price.

"That's the 'only' rule in the West - don't you think! ! ! "

The cowboy yelled at all the theatergoers behind him.

In an instant, the crowd continued to boo.

"Yes!"

"That's right!"

"west!"

Hearing the booing of the crowd, the cowboy added another sentence to Nero.

The cowboy said with a grin.

"In the west, we don't solve problems with our mouths, we use another way."

popping.

The cowboy patted his empty waist lightly, and his holster was stored on the counter at the front desk.

Nero understood what the cowboy meant—

Talk with guns.

"Don't worry about killing people." The cowboy grinned. "Dying in a holy duel will not be considered murder, and no one will trouble you!"

"Oh?"

Nero rolled his eyes.

At the same time, Nero also noticed that because of the disturbance in the bar, two sheriffs had walked in.

Nero turned his head and spoke to the sheriff.

"Is that so, Mr Sheriff?!"

"Yes."

The sheriff nodded, acknowledging the statement.

Nero nodded thoughtfully, and then said to the cowboy: "So, you laughed at me when I ordered lemonade just now, right? According to the rules of the West, am I the one who was humiliated? Should I also challenge you to a duel?"

"...?"

The cowboy was taken aback.

Although the cowboy didn't have a gun on his waist, he hid a gun in his trouser leg. He rolled up his trouser leg and pointed the gun at Nero.

"Are you sure, baby? Duel? Yes! Take out your gun!"

"I accept your invitation...do you need a countdown, Mr. Cowboy?"

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, Nero asked unhurriedly.

The cowboy answered subconsciously.

"No... wait, where's your gun? And we should go outside..."

Boom!

Nero didn't speak, but suddenly raised his foot and stepped directly on the wooden table.

A piece of wood was thrown up and hit the cowboy's hand and chin like a seesaw. The cowboy who was caught off guard clicked and pressed the trigger, but because the muzzle of the gun was hit by the wood, the bullet directly grazed his own forehead and cut a bloody line. The wound shot into the ceiling.

The cowboy touched his wound and fainted in the next second.

Nero looked at the magistrate with innocent eyes: "Should this be considered a holy duel?"

The sheriff thought for a moment, and then began to analyze seriously.

"He sent you an invitation to a duel, and you accepted his invitation.

"You asked him if he needed a countdown and he said no.

"Then from the moment he said 'no need', the duel began.This is undoubtedly a holy duel. "

"Thank you!"

Nero smiled and walked up to the cowboy lying on the ground, patted his face lightly, and poured a little ripple into it by the way.

The cowboy woke up with fright.

Nero asked resolutely: "Mr. Cowboy, since I didn't kill you, I will accept the chips on your table."

"...Give it to you."

Nero didn't know if the cowboy really wanted to say that, anyway, he used Ripple to control the cowboy to say this sentence.

Immediately, in front of the sheriff, Nero pulled the stack of chips on the table in front of him.

"It's an act of generosity - is it taxable?"

"I admit it's a gift. As for the tax... that's not our job, sir."

The sheriff always felt that something was wrong.

Nero counted the chips in front of him, one, two, three, four, five...

"Seventeen hundred dollars is not enough."

Counting done.

Nero, who was far from meeting his needs, set his sights on the German guy first.

"It's your turn, German."

"..."

The German took a deep breath, and then slowly took out a pistol hidden on his body.

Nero blinked, looked at the cowboys around him, and then at the old man at the door, as if no one was surprised.

It seems that hiding guns is also a western tradition.

It's like Ivor's wine demon hides cattle.

The German drew his pistol and looked Nero in the eye.

"I came to the western part of the United States to participate in this Steel Ball Run competition for the honor of my country-you are also a contestant in the competition, right?

"I admit that I was mistaken. Although you don't drink, smoke, or gamble, you are definitely not a good baby! Of course, I would also like to apologize for molesting your girlfriend. You really look like a A man worthy of such a beautiful lady.

"But even so, I absolutely cannot back down in this situation.

"If I back down here, then from tomorrow on, things like "Germans are cowards who dare not fight" will accompany my games and spread throughout the United States. I can't accept such things!

"So come to the duel. The holy duel between men—

"Stake the honor of my Fritz von Schuttrogheim! "

"...Sutrogheim?"

Nero was taken aback.

Schuttrogheim raised his head: "It seems that you have also heard of my name, Schuttrogheim."

Schuttrogheim is a well-known horse racer. Seeing Nero's expression, he mistakenly thought that Nero had heard of his name as a horse racer, but he didn't know that Nero was thinking of other things.But no matter what Nero thought, at this moment Schuttrogheim just stood up slowly and walked out.

"Take your gun and come to the door of the tavern."

Schuttrogheim walked in front, first pointing to the old man who kept the guns at the door, and then pointing to the door of the tavern.

Nero followed behind Schuttrogheim: "I just need this glass of lemonade."

"……Um?"

Schuttrogheim stopped in his tracks and looked at Nero blankly.

Nero said, "Put your doubts away, German. Do I look like a guy who will kill himself?"

"..."

Schuttrogheim walked onto the street in silence, holding his gun and standing in a good posture.

Nero was standing ten meters away from Schuttheim, holding a glass of lemonade leisurely in his hand, while Suzumi Sugimoto was leaning against the wall of the tavern, without the slightest worry in his eyes, only a little excited.

As for the residents in the west, it seems that they have long been used to such things. Whether they are adults, old people or children, they are quite conscious of leaving a large open space in the bustling streets for the duelists to use.

"Speaking of which, I haven't asked your name yet." Although Schuttrogheim was not sure what Nero was trying to do with a glass of lemonade, he still carefully checked the condition of the bullets in the gun, "My name It's FV Schuttörheim, glorious German! Who are you?"

"Nero Zeppelin, the stranger everywhere."

"... Zeppelin?"

The corner of the tavern.

The cowboy who had been dozing off with his hat on from the beginning took off his hat, blinking his sleepy eyes in a daze.

"Is someone calling me?"