Chapter 3 School Bully Eugene
Rorschach rode his bicycle at high speed.
Whether on TV or on the Internet, the explosive news of Stark Industries continued to ferment.
Even the window TVs facing the street and the high electronic billboards were rolling news reports.
Even on the mobile phone screens of pedestrians on the street, Tony Stark was the only protagonist.
However, this had nothing to do with Rorschach.
He crossed several familiar streets and arrived in front of a Chinese restaurant called "Delicious".
The restaurant is not large and small.
But although it is small, it has everything.
After years of hard work by his aunt.
The name of Delicious Chinese Restaurant is known to everyone in Manhattan.
Rorschach stepped into the store, walked through the neatly arranged tables and chairs, and walked to the counter.
Even though lunch time has passed.
In the corner of the restaurant, several rednecks dressed in cowboy costumes are still feasting.
Aunt Rorschach's superb cooking skills.
For ordinary people in the United States who have monotonous diets and single cooking methods, it is no less than a dimensionality reduction attack.
"Good morning, aunt."
Rorschach walked up quickly and lay on the counter.
At this moment, aunt was sitting at the counter, the calculator under her fingertips crackling, sorting out the accounts.
Hearing Rorschach's greeting, aunt didn't even raise her head, and said in a sarcastic tone:
"It's one o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Rorschach, you are late again."
Aunt is not very old, only about thirty-five years old.
She has short hair and wears a white chef's outfit every day.
The slightly round chin also highlights her neat and tidy temperament of a strong woman.
Aunt stopped calculating the accounts and couldn't help rolling her eyes at the smiling Rorschach.
"Our tool man, apprentice Mike, has asked for a long vacation, starting from a week..."
Aunt casually pointed to the takeaway box not far away.
"So, I plan to suspend the takeaway orders. You can come back after delivering these."
"Big Mouth Mike?"
Rorschach's memory gradually became clearer about the image of a thin but very gluttonous black youth.
"Didn't he always say he wanted to work overtime to learn cooking? Why did he suddenly take a vacation?"
"A few days ago, Mike's seven-year-old brother disappeared..." Aunt sighed, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes, "You also know what kind of people the police in poor communities are like. They only serve rich people like Tony Stark. Mike can only mobilize the social skills of relatives and friends..."
"If I have time, I will contact Mike to help..."
Rorschach said seriously, and then he picked up the helmet on the counter.
"Aunt, I'll go deliver the food first, otherwise I'll get a bad review again."
He easily picked up the heavy takeout box with one hand and turned to go out.
"Smelly boy..."
The aunt at the counter stared at Rorschach's broad and powerful back, showing a gratified aunt's smile.
However, she still blinked in confusion.
"Is it the growth and development period? Or is he secretly exercising? Why does it feel like the little boy has become a lot stronger?"
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After years of hard work and exploration by my aunt.
The business strategy of the 'Delicious' Chinese restaurant is to choose middle and low-end people.
While ensuring good quality and low price, the taste is maintained as much as possible.
Therefore, the range of most takeouts is no more than five kilometers.
In just twenty minutes, Rorschach delivered most of the takeout orders.
These were basically old customers who couldn't forget after tasting his aunt's cooking.
Now, Rorschach only had one set meal for two left.
Riding his bicycle through several crowded streets, Rorschach arrived at a recently renovated apartment building.
Rorschach walked to the door of the apartment and found that the door was closed and only residents could enter.
So he chose to press the call device on the door.
Rorschach said skillfully:
"Excuse me, Mr. Eugene? Your takeout has arrived. Can you please go downstairs to get it..."
"Damn it! 403! Delivered to your door!"
Not long after, a slurred male voice came from the call device.
Then, the closed door of the apartment opened with a pleasant ringtone.
"If you don't open the door, I can't deliver it..."
Rorschach shook his head and sighed.
Based on past experience alone, he easily guessed that the customer was drunk.
However, the service industry does not have the right to choose customers.
Rorschach shrugged helplessly.
He staggered into the apartment carrying the takeaway box.
Knock, knock, knock!
Not long after, Rorschach knocked on the door of room 403.
With the sound of footsteps, the door swung open.
An unpleasant smell of alcohol mixed with the stink of leaves suddenly hit his face.
Even the knowledgeable Rorschach couldn't help but frown.
"Your takeaway, sir."
Rorschach tried to keep a business smile and took the takeaway from the box.
"Hur... Thank you."
A drunk blond man behind the door reached out to take the takeaway and was about to close the door.
Bang!
However, Rorschach's palm suddenly pressed on the door.
He interrupted the other party's action abruptly!
"Sir, the takeaway is payable on delivery, and you haven't paid yet."
Rorschach explained with a smile.
The blond man was obviously stunned for a moment, shaking his head to stay awake.
Then, he turned around and shouted to the room:
"Hey, Eugene! Come and pay!"
"Pay? What? Do I need to pay for takeout?"
Not long after, a staggering tall figure came to the door.
He rudely pushed aside the drunken blond man.
With bloodshot eyes and a fierce expression, he threatened Rorschach:
"Hey, kid, you'd better get out of here..."
Rorschach narrowed his eyes subconsciously.
He took out his cell phone from his pocket without panic.
After pressing a few times, he showed it to the bald man.
"Eugene Paul, if you refuse to pay the fee, I will choose to call the police to solve the problem."
"How do you know my name?" The bald man opened his eyes wide, "Who sent you?!"
Obviously, under the dual effects of alcohol and leaves, the bald man's mind was full of confusion.
"Boy, you look familiar..."
After carefully looking at the figure in front of him, the bald man looked suspicious.
"Rorschach?"
Eugene Paul, the former school bully in Rorschach's high school.
The reason why he was the former was that he had been expelled from the school.
"The two-person meal is fifty dollars, and the delivery fee is ten dollars..."
Rorschach didn't intend to entangle with the drunk Eugene, not to mention that the two had no friendship.
"A total of sixty dollars, thank you for your patronage."
"You... your takeaway is late!"
Eugene's face changed back and forth, and suddenly became much gloomier.
"I've been waiting for more than an hour!"
"Eugene."
At this moment, Rorschach couldn't help but sigh, and he looked at the other party with a sincere expression.
"This is just a takeaway. If you have a hard time, I can treat you to a meal..."
"But you are obviously just looking for fun now, aren't you?"
Rorschach narrowed his eyes, and he subconsciously twisted his neck.
His drooping palms were slightly clenched, and his fingertips swung back and forth.
This is the starting move in Catachan fighting, hidden and deadly.
"I just don't intend to pay, what can you do to me? Call the police, little guy?"
The sturdy Eugene grinned suddenly, his expression ferocious.
Even his muscular shoulders shook slightly, and the whole person had been waiting for an opportunity to move.
He is still the school bully who bullies boys and girls, without any change.
A minute ago, when Eugene found out that the takeaway man was actually a high school alumnus.
He was drunk and never thought of asking the other party to leave!
He hated that school so much!
He also hated those hypocritical good students so much!
And right in front of me, there just happened to be a very suitable human sandbag...
(End of this chapter)