Chapter 4 Rorschach's Daily Life

  In the eyes of others, this was a conflict with a clear winner.

  Rorschach, who was 1.75 meters tall and well-proportioned,

  was a whole circle smaller than the tall Eugene in the naked eye.

  Not to mention, as a former school bully, Eugene had

  many years of experience in fighting and brawls, and obviously had much more experience than ordinary high school students.

  Therefore, the blond man tried to stop Eugene, fearing that he would hurt Rorschach and cause greater trouble.

  "Stop it! Eu...Eugene!"

  Unfortunately, Eugene at this moment was like a bull in heat. He

  was completely indifferent to his companions' dissuasion.

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

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

  However, even in the face of Eugene with bloodshot eyes.

  Rorschach still remained calm, his face unchanged, and he was not afraid.

  Fear is just the breakfast companion of Catachan humans!

  "Cry! Boy!"

  At this time, Eugene suddenly raised his arm and was about to hit Rorschach in the face with a heavy fist.

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

  Several hard knuckles hit Eugene's ribs heavily!

  Catachan fighting technique, one combo!

  "Ugh!"

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

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

  Unfortunately, Rorschach had no mercy at all.

  He did not give the other party a chance to make a sound.

  Catachan fighting technique, two combos!

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

  easily hit Eugene's neck on the side!

  After just two hits, Eugene, who was sturdy, had his eyes rolled back.

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

  Boom!

  The wooden floor made a loud noise, and the blond man in the room opened his mouth wide and fell into shock.

  Too fast!

  Everything happened too fast!

  The situation of the strong and the weak was reversed in an instant, which also broke the blond man's poor imagination.

  The seemingly ordinary high school student actually knocked down Eugene, who had rich experience in street fighting, in an instant!

  Even facing the attack of an adult, Eugene's physique can withstand it for a long time!

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

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

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

  "Sixty dollars, thank you for your patronage."

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

  "I have money! Give it to you right away!"

  The blond man suddenly woke up from a dream.

  He fumbled in his pockets in panic and searched for cash.

  "Six...sixty dollars!"

  After a few seconds, the blond man barely found a few worn-out bills, which were exactly sixty dollars.

  He was seen tremblingly approaching the door and tremblingly handing over the bills.

  "Thank you for your patronage."

  Rorschach, trying to keep a smile, took the bills.

  He hesitated for a moment and said,

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

  "Ah?" The blond man was stunned at first, then bowed with gratitude, "Thank... Thank you!"

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

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

  "Huh--"

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

  But his eyes were still full of excitement.

  The first fight in his life, he easily won with overwhelming advantage!

  Of course, if he had just used Catachan's fangs, he would have pierced the opponent's heart

  with the first blow! However, the small conflict between the two sides was not so bloody and cruel.

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

  The breeze blew on his face, and Rorschach, who was restless in his heart, gradually calmed down.

  Subconsciously analyzed the consequences of this conflict.

  He faced threats and defended himself.

  Even the police would not blame a high school student for his adventurous impulse.

  In addition, a school bully who was expelled from high school.

  Not only was he not of drinking age, but he was also drunk and making trouble and smoking leaves.

  I'm afraid that if the case is investigated, the charges will be more serious.

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

  After figuring it out, Rorschach smiled slightly.

  He pedaled the bicycle more smoothly.

  Ten minutes later, Rorschach returned to the restaurant.

  He immediately joined the preparation of the ingredients.

  As time passed, more and more customers came to the restaurant.

  Perhaps it was because the weekend was approaching.

  People who worked hard for a week chose to reward themselves with a hearty dinner.

  This also made Rorschach and his aunt happy and sad.

  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 talking or eating with their heads down.

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

  It showed the ubiquitous atmosphere of life.

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

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

  To some extent, he quite liked this chaotic day with order in the midst of noise.

  The people who came here to eat were of different professions and races.

  But at this moment, delicious food eliminates their artificial divisions of class, wealth, etc.

  All that was left was the surprise of tasting delicious food and the joy of meeting friends.

  "Rorschach! Serve!"

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

  But then, his aunt in the kitchen interrupted his sadness and entered the working state.

  "Number 38, General Tso's Chicken, one!"

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

  After the last customer left, Rorschach and his aunt began to eat.

  After Rorschach quickly finished his dinner.

  Under the direction of his aunt, he packed several portions of clean leftovers in takeout boxes.

  He took them to the homeless people who had been waiting at the door of the restaurant.

  This was a good deed that his aunt had been doing for several years without interruption.

  As long as the "Delicious" Chinese Restaurant was open for business, the homeless people nearby would not go hungry. When

  everything in the store was cleaned up, the lights were turned off and the store was locked.

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

  At ten o'clock in the evening, Rorschach, who had just taken a quick shower, lay on the bed in a daze.

  From time to time, he could hear the sound of a calculator returning to zero.

  That was his aunt in the living room sorting out the accounts and calculating the income.

  Rorschach, who had no desire to sleep, chose to open the Warhammer simulator.

  [Cooling time: seventeen hours.]

  [Please invest resources to reduce the cooling time (currently no resources are held)]

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

  [Current resources do not match, please invest resources to reduce the cooling time.]

  The persevering Rorschach tried toilet paper, key chains, bed sheets and other sundries in succession.

  But the simulator in front of him still refused to accept them.

  "What resources do you need? At least give me a hint?"

  Rorschach fell into endless distress.

  Then, he seemed to remember something.

  Rorschach bit his fingertips with a solemn expression, squeezed out a few drops of blood, and held it in front of the simulator.

  [Current resources do not match, please invest resources to reduce the cooling time.]

  "...Sleep!"

  Rorschach turned over with a curse, sucked his fingertips, and closed his eyes.

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  (End of this chapter)