Almost like a goat forced to the edge of a cliff, even though Aaron was trembling with fear, he had no choice but to stand behind the waterfall.

Fortunately, there is a protruding rock above the head, which can barely leave an area that will not be washed away by the rapids.

Song Hao is not a fool. He knows that he is risking his brother's life and must be cautious.

I saw him adjusting his breathing while reminding: "I don't know where you came from as a drunkard."

"But judging from your shooting skills just now, you shouldn't be a rookie. Don't tell me that you can't even hold a gun steady."

"So since my brother is willing to risk his life with us in this bet, I hope you can understand what I mean."

Having said that, John, who was standing not far behind to support himself, also deliberately made noise, and now his gun barrel was pointed at the drunk man's head.

Whether he wants to live or be buried in this remote mountain forest, his fate is left to him to decide.

Anyway, if you dare to hurt my brother, I will kill you!

Faced with this naked threat, the drunkard couldn't help but smile and said: "Don't worry, I am a person who cares about rules."

"It would be boring if a gambling game like this involved cheating."

While talking, he lit a cigarette, seemingly trying to improve his mental concentration.

Because there is such an unwritten rule in the West:

When two cowboys compete in a duel, you must agree to the other's request for a cigarette.

This is both fair and respectful...

"In that case, let's start!"

So after getting a relatively reluctant guarantee, Song Hao glanced at Aaron who was standing under the waterfall.

Tell him that he can rest assured that your boss is standing behind you!

"3...2...1..."

The countdown continued as before, and at the moment when time returned to zero, two people shot at almost the same time.

To prevent an accident, Song Hao did not forget to secretly use the Eye of Death.

In an instant, the surrounding scenes slowed down and were covered with a gray veil.

"Huh?"

However, this time I don’t know if it was because the drunk man was dizzy, but the bullet actually deflected slightly and just missed the edge of the apple.

At least he was smart and didn't take this opportunity to do something stupid.

Aaron, who was startled on the other side, hurriedly squatted down and looked at the fallen apple crumbs: "I declare that the boss wins!"

John was relieved, this was an expected result, he had never even doubted it.

"Are you letting things slip on purpose?"

Only Song Hao could tell at a glance that the other party's intentions were wrong.

As a result, after hearing this sentence, the drunk man stretched himself and said indifferently: "It seems that I drank too much whiskey today..."

"But since it is a bet between men, I am willing to admit defeat. This Turkmen horse belongs to you."

At this time, Aaron, who was running from under the waterfall, showed a proud face: "I told you a long time ago that you can't compare to our boss."

The drunkard didn't get angry. He seemed to have no worries. He walked straight to Silver Fang and praised:

"It's a really good horse, but it's a little too small for a man to ride."

Seeing this, Song Hao, who had just put the pistol back into its holster, couldn't help but frown.

He knew very well that the man in front of him was definitely not simple, whether it was his background or his shooting skills.

Since he can recognize his own gun and even say the name that he hates so much, it probably has something to do with what happened back then.

"By the way, I have a small request..."

Then, with everyone watching, the drunk man took out a bottle of brandy from his saddlebag and said, "By the way, I lost my horse to you, can you give me some compensation?"

Damn it, this guy really embodies the word shameless.

"What are you thinking..."

Unexpectedly, Aaron was stopped by Song Hao next to him just as he was about to use foul language. He tried his best not to anger such a dangerous person:

"It doesn't matter, you can take away the wine inside, as long as you like."

"Then thank you very much, the great benefactor of the West!"

The drunk man was slightly stunned at first, pretending to be a little embarrassed, and then he actually took all the wine into his arms without any courtesy.

Because he didn't want John and Aaron to hear a certain secret, Song Hao simply walked in front of the drunk man.

He lowered his voice: "Who are you?"

"I am who I am. I have neither a name nor a destination. I am just a drunkard who likes to drink."

Not wanting to talk nonsense, I saw the drunk man walking towards the depths of the forest alone, still singing some song from the last century.

How to describe it?

This off-key melody is just terrible.

Aaron, who was confused, came over and looked at the free and easy back: "Boss, what is the origin of this guy?"

"I don't know, maybe he's just a lunatic who likes to drink. No matter, let's send the horse home first."

Taking advantage of the fact that the sunshine is not very strong now, if you go quickly, you can be sure to get home before dark.

Aaron, who turned over and sat on Shanti, was still muttering: "Damn it, I almost thought I was going to die just now."

John shrugged his shoulders: "Don't worry, your head is still on your neck and has not fallen off."

"But my pants are wet..."

A joyful atmosphere enveloped the valley, and Song Hao, who was riding the Flame Turkmen, blew a whistle to urge the silver fangs to follow him obediently.

"Brothers, go home!"

His voice lingered for a long time, and now he was leaning against a huge pine tree, watching the three figures gradually disappear at the end of the road.

Suddenly, the drunkard who was drinking showed an incredible smile:

"Didn't you expect Neeson's little brat to finally reach this age?"

"I just don't know...whether you have the same demeanor as your father did, reminding the entire West of the fear of being ruled by death."

He took a deep breath and poured the wine from the bottle: "What do you think, old man!"

At this second, I don’t know if I heard God’s will, but a breeze blew from the other side of the mountain.

In the middle of his thick hair and beard, there is a pair of eyes that can be called a falcon, which captures the heart.

And on the lower right side of the left eye, there is a scar similar to that left by a bullet...

In fact, Aaron, who had already left Strawberry Town, neglected to notice that the winner of this duel was this man who had lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests for many years.

Because as long as you walk into the waterfall, bend over and observe carefully, you will make a surprising discovery:

The bullet, carrying a bit of the apple's skin, was embedded in a circular stone crevice, just the right size.
Chapter completed!