Chapter 1558 You said you don’t want to play, so don’t play?
His words also confused Xiao Peng. What the hell? Duel according to Texas customs?
The following picture instantly appeared in Xiao Peng's mind: a traditional western town, tumbleweeds, two cowboys standing face to face and shooting each other at the same time.
It's not surprising that he thought so.
Who says Americans don’t have regional discrimination?
Although Texas ranks second in economy among the fifty states of the United States, second only to California, in the minds of people in other states of the United States, Texas is just three words: rural, tough (or stupid), and cowboy...
They do have a strong cowboy culture here, and the most common image of Texans is a three-piece suit of jeans (denim shorts), a cowboy hat, and a casual shirt.
Even though most people are now away from the authentic cowboy culture, there is a city called Amarino in the narrow strip of land between Porter County and Randall County, where cowboying is still a job and the oldest cattle and sheep auction in the United States is there.
Xiao Peng made a pistol shape with his fingers and asked uncertainly, "Are you going to duel with me? But I don't have a gun! Can you lend me one?"
This really stumped Chris Ziegler: "Are you crazy? You pull out a gun just because you don't agree with me?"
But when I saw Xiao Peng's eyes, damn, he really wasn't joking!
Charles was amused by this scene and said to the bar girl who had just given beer to Xiao Peng, "Chris has run into a tough guy this time!"
The bar girl nodded in agreement.
Chris Ziegler coughed twice and said, "What era is this? Who pulls out a gun just because they disagree with something?"
He lifted his right leg, pulled out a hunting knife over thirty centimeters long from his calf, and thrust it directly onto the table: "We'll duel with this."
Xiao Peng sighed after hearing this: "Holy crap! I've heard for a long time that Texans are tough, but today I've really opened my eyes. Is he going to stab me with a knife? Can someone lend me a knife? Don't worry, I won't kill him."
Everyone at the scene looked at Xiao Peng with strange eyes. You said that Texans are tough? You are the tough one, okay?
Charles shouted to Xiao Peng, "Hey, man, you misunderstood. Chris didn't mean that!"
Xiao Peng looked at Charles with a puzzled look. Charles simply walked up to Xiao Peng and said, "Here's what happened. Cowboys used to quarrel over trivial matters like jealousy. Just as you might imagine, their way of dealing with it was to pull out guns and shoot each other. People often died in the process. Later, they realized that this method didn't work, so they used other methods to resolve disputes."
"Oh? Any other way?" Xiao Peng asked curiously.
Charles placed his left palm on the table and stabbed his fingers six times in a row with the knife, starting from the outside of his thumb and moving between each finger. "That's how we're going to compare speed."
Xiao Peng suddenly understood: "It means you can be brave and aggressive and still save your life! At most, you'll lose a finger, right?"
Charles nodded. "That's what I mean, but you don't have to compete with him. Chris can't do anything else, but this one trick. It's his only way to pick up girls. Oh, he's made some progress today. He knows how to use someone else's car to pass it off as his own to trick women."
After hearing Charles' words, the whole bar burst into laughter again.
Xiao Peng also laughed.
Although Americans don't think highly of Texans, Xiao Peng really likes the people here. They're known for their warmth and straightforwardness. It's very easy to get along with them.
Sure, there are guys like Chris Ziegler, but where are the idiots?
There are more people like this in China!
You often hear some public intellectuals complaining for no reason: "Daxia people only know how to bully the weak and fear the strong, Daxia people only know how to take advantage of small gains, Daxia people only know how to..." Anyway, it seems like Daxia people are inferior to Westerners.
In fact, these statements are all wrong. Westerners don't bully the weak and fear the strong? Westerners don't take advantage of small gains? Isn't this nonsense!
These flaws are basically the "flaws of human nature"! They know no boundaries or races!
Xiao Peng became interested after hearing Charles' words. He took the knife from Charles' hand and looked at it. He said, "This trick is quite interesting. I've never tried it before. Just spread your fingers with your left hand and then stab with the knife in your right hand?"
Charles said, "My friend, be careful. This is very dangerous. Charles practiced with this thing for several years with a wooden sword!"
Xiao Peng's eyes widened: "There are people who specialize in this? How boring he must be!"
Chris Ziegler's eyes widened after hearing this and he said, "What are you talking about? What's so boring? Just tell me if you dare to compete with me! If you don't dare, just shout out right here three times: We yellow people are all pigs!"
Xiao Peng frowned slightly: "I'm worried about the tables in the bar. They are the bar's property. If they are broken, will you pay for it?"
"As long as you dare to come, I will replace all the tables in their bar with new ones, so what?" Chris Ziegler said directly after hearing this.
"You? Do you have the money to compensate?" Xiao Peng said and then stabbed down with a knife. Then people heard the sound of the knife tip poking the table.
Everyone in the bar was stunned. What the hell was that speed? Your hand was leaving an afterimage! And what Xiao Peng did next shocked everyone even more: He looked up at Chris Ziegler and said, "Hey, this is a speed contest, right? Are you satisfied with my speed?"
Everyone at the scene was at a loss for words. "Your speed is unheard of, and you're not even looking up! You're saying Chris Ziggler's years of practice are boring? But how can we doubt you've been practicing this since you were born?" "Your speed is fine, but why don't you even look?"
Bruch snickered beside him, "You haven't seen our boss shred potatoes? That's what real knife skills are! This speed is much slower!"
Xiao Peng stared at Chris Ziegler and said, "I'm not as narrow-minded as you. Let's bring this up to all the white people. It doesn't matter if you don't dare to come with me. Just shout 'Chris Ziegler is a pig' three times and I'll let you go. Of course, you have to shout loudly so that everyone in the bar can hear you. Is that okay?"
Chris Ziegler was already frightened by Xiao Peng's knife. How could he dare to compete with Xiao Peng? "Humph, give the knife back to me! I'm not coming!"
Xiao Peng then drove the knife into the table without a word, the blade of the knife being more than 20 centimeters deep. "Brother, if you say you want to play, then you play. If you say you don't want to play, then you don't play. What do you take me for?"
Chris Ziegler swallowed. Damn, what kind of power is this?
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