This was what Zhang Heng saw when he walked into the bar.
Wendy was pressed down on the table, struggling with all her might. One of her hands was fixed on the table, and a man with a wounded hand, who was hastily bandaged, was holding a knife between her fingers. He was shouting, "You little b * stard! Are you going to admit your mistake or not?! This is your last chance. I swear I will cut off your f * cking hand next!!! "
Wendy gritted her teeth and did not say a word. On the other side, a woman in a flowery dress was trying to persuade the man with the wound on his hand, and the others in the bar were just watching the drama unfold.
The man holding the knife's face was getting uglier and uglier. Wendy's stubbornness made him lose face, and the wound on his hand made him more and more irritable. In the end, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and he was about to stab her with the knife.
But the next moment, a gunshot was heard, and the knife in his hand flew out.
The gunshot silenced the noisy bar instantly.
"I think she is quite satisfied with her right hand. She probably wants to keep it." The man sniffed.
Bacchus turned around and saw an Asian man with yellow skin and black hair, wearing a cowboy outfit. He was holding a revolver in his right hand, and smoke was rising from the muzzle.
Bacchus's companion saw this, and he was about to pull out his gun.
"I advise you not to take any chances." Zhang Heng turned his gun around.
"Who are you? What's your relationship with this little beep? Why are you being such a busybody?" Bacchus said with an unfriendly look.
"She is my employer. I need her to pay me the follow-up payment." Zhang Heng paused, then added, "In full."
"Really? Then do you know what your employer did to me? She f * cking stabbed my palm!" Bacchus raised his wounded hand, looking agitated. "And do you know where she was aiming at? It was my lower abdomen. This little beep wanted to murder me."
"Well, I'm sorry about it, and then what?"
"Then … until now, she hasn't even said a simple apology. I don't care where you f * cking came from, but here, where I live, when people do something wrong, they have to admit it, pay the price, and beg for forgiveness," Bacchus said angrily.
"Don't listen to him. They started it. He touched me there first … I was just defending myself. I didn't do anything wrong!" Wendy, who was pressed on the table, spoke up.
"You heard what she said." Zhang Heng said, "It seems that you have a different opinion on this matter. Why don't you put her down first? We can talk about it slowly."
"Why should I listen to you?" Bacchus said with hostility.
"Because … you injured your right hand. You probably don't want your left hand to be injured again. Otherwise, you'll have to rely on others to feed you in the future." Zhang Heng lowered the muzzle and aimed at Bacchus's left hand. "How about this? I'll pay you 10 dollars, and you can find a doctor to bandage your wound. The rest of the money will be considered as compensation for the delay."
"I can earn 1 dollar a day. Such a serious injury can't be healed in a week," Bacchus said. "50 dollars, and she has to apologize first."
"15 dollars." Zhang Heng thought for a while.
"I'm not bargaining with you. Do you think this price is a beggar's price?" Bacchus felt insulted, and the way he looked at Zhang Heng became more and more unfriendly.
Although Zhang Heng pulled out his gun first, they were in the town, and there were so many people around. Bacchus didn't believe that Zhang Heng would dare to kill them. Besides, they had Wendy with them.
As if knowing what he was thinking, Zhang Heng said calmly, "If you have what it takes, don't ever leave this town."
"What is this? A threat?" Bacchus was so angry that he laughed.
He didn't expect that one day, he would be threatened by a foreigner in his own territory, and when he was in the "right."
"You are the one who should be careful," Bacchus sneered. Bacchus sneered. "You can ask around. Who doesn't know my name, Bison Bacchus? My brothers and I used to serve the Fourth Ranger Division. You should worry about how you're going to leave Glen alive."
"Thank you for the reminder. It seems that I have to buy two more boxes of bullets."
As soon as his voice fell, the wooden door of the bar was pushed open again, and a hoarse voice said, "Damn it. Can't you guys just earn money and live a peaceful life? Why do you have to make trouble for me every day?"
It was the sheriff of Glen Town, a handsome old cowboy. Earlier, someone saw that the situation wasn't looking good, so he went to look for him.
"Oh, Bacchus, why is it you and your men again?" The sheriff was displeased.
"Sheriff, we didn't cause trouble this time. I'm also a victim, okay?" Bacchus showed his injured hand and said grumpily.
"So, are you going to cry like a woman all day because of this small injury?" After that, the sheriff looked at Zhang Heng again, "And you, shooting in my town. You are the most courageous Chinese I have ever seen. Why? Are you going to hold the thing in your hand all night?"
Zhang Heng put away his revolver when he heard the sheriff's words, indicating that he meant no harm.
The sheriff looked at Bacchus again, and the latter snorted. He then asked his companions to release Wendy, who was pressed on the table, and the latter quickly ran to Zhang Heng's side.
"Well, I already know what happened. Twenty dollars. After that, both of you shake hands and pretend that nothing happened. How about that?" the sheriff said.
"Twenty dollars is too little," Bacchus protested. "The wound on my hand is very deep. I won't be able to work for at least two months, and I need her apology."
He pointed to Wendy behind Zhang Heng.
"Shut up. If you want to continue living in this town, you have to abide by my rules," the sheriff said. "When I say twenty dollars, it's twenty dollars. As for apologizing …"
"I will not apologize!" Wendy said. Although her life was hanging by a thread, she still had no intention of giving in.
Zhang Heng was a little curious now. What kind of person could raise his daughter's temper to be so stubborn?
The sheriff looked at Zhang Heng, and the latter shrugged.
"Don't look at me. Although I don't think it's a big deal to apologize, as I said before, we are only in an employer-employee relationship. I can't order my employer to do something she doesn't want to do."
"Then forget about the apology. Be a man, Bacchus. What's the point of arguing with a child?" The sheriff raised his voice. "So many people are watching. You used to be a f * cking Ranger."
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