To outsiders, this had been a conflict with an obvious winner and loser.
Rorschach was five feet nine, with a well-proportioned build.
Visibly, he was a full size smaller than the large-framed Eugene.
Not to mention that Eugene had once been the school bully.
His years of fighting experience clearly far exceeded that of an ordinary high school student.
So the blond man tried to stop Eugene, afraid that he would hurt Rorschach and cause even greater trouble.
"Stop it! Eu... Eugene!"
Unfortunately, Eugene was like a bull in heat at that moment.
He paid no heed whatsoever to his companion's attempts to stop him.
He had only one thought now: make the student brat in front of him cry and beg!
Taste fear, savor fists, and learn respect!
Yet even in the face of Eugene's bloodshot eyes.
Rorschach remained calm, his expression unchanged and entirely fearless.
Fear was merely a breakfast companion for a Catachan Human!
"Cry, brat!"
At that moment, Eugene suddenly raised his arm, his heavy fist about to strike Rorschach in the face.
But Rorschach's palm had already slipped around Eugene's line of sight.
Several hard knuckles slammed heavily into the spot beneath Eugene's ribs!
Catachan Fighting Style, Double Strike!
"Urgh!"
In an instant, the vicious grin on Eugene's face froze.
He instinctively opened his mouth wide, a miserable howl already rising from his chest toward his throat!
Unfortunately, Rorschach showed not the slightest mercy.
Nor did he give his opponent any chance to make a sound.
Catachan Fighting Style, Second Strike!
The takeout container fell as Rorschach's other hand swung like a sickle.
It landed an effortless blow against the side of Eugene's neck!
After only two hits, the burly Eugene's eyes rolled back at once.
His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the floor like a rag doll.
Thud!
The wooden floor boomed, leaving the blond man in the room gaping in shock.
Too fast!
Everything had happened too fast!
The balance of strength had reversed in an instant, shattering the blond man's limited imagination.
An utterly ordinary-looking high school student had taken down Eugene, who had extensive street-fighting experience, in an instant!
Even against an adult's attacks, Eugene's physique could withstand punishment for a long time!
In an instant, the blond man's drunkenness completely vanished, and inexplicable fear filled his heart.
He stared nervously at Rorschach 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 as he took a deep breath and spoke.
"I have money! I'll give it to you right away!"
The blond man immediately snapped out of it.
He frantically searched through his pockets for cash.
"Si... sixty dollars!"
A few seconds later, the blond man barely managed to find several crumpled bills, totaling exactly sixty dollars.
Trembling, he approached the doorway and shakily offered the money.
"Thank you for your patronage."
Rorschach accepted the bills while trying to maintain a smile.
After hesitating for a moment, he said:
"Eugene isn't dead, but he'll need a few days to recover..."
"Huh?" The blond man froze for a moment, then bowed deeply with a grateful expression. "Th... thank you!"
Rorschach shrugged, bent down to pick up the takeout container, and turned toward the elevator.
He was a busy man. Countless tasks still awaited him at the restaurant.
"Phew..."
As the elevator slowly descended, Rorschach let out a slight sigh of relief.
But his eyes were still filled with excitement.
His first fight in this life, and he had won easily with an overwhelming advantage!
Of course, if he had used a Catachan Fang just now, the first strike would have pierced straight through the other man's heart!
Still, a minor conflict between them did not warrant such bloody cruelty.
Soon, Rorschach walked lightly out of the apartment building.
The breeze brushed against his face, gradually calming Rorschach's restless heart.
He subconsciously analyzed the consequences of the conflict.
He had faced a threat and defended himself.
Even the police would not harshly blame a high school student for acting rashly under such circumstances.
Besides, he was dealing with a school bully expelled from high school.
Not only was Eugene underage for drinking, he had caused trouble while drunk and smoked weed.
If anyone pursued the matter, Eugene's offenses would probably be more serious.
In short, Rorschach was not afraid of Eugene calling the police.
Having figured that out, Rorschach revealed a faint smile.
His pedaling became smoother as well.
Ten minutes later, Rorschach returned to the restaurant.
He immediately threw himself back into preparing ingredients.
As time passed, more and more customers entered the restaurant.
Perhaps because the weekend was drawing near.
People who had worked hard all week chose to reward themselves with a hearty dinner.
It left Rorschach and his aunt both suffering and happy.
By only six in the afternoon, Delicious Chinese Restaurant was already packed with noise and activity.
People of every skin color chatted or lowered their heads and wolfed down food.
Laughter, singing, and curses mingled with Chinatown's dazzling neon lights after nightfall.
Together, they showed the vitality of life everywhere.
Having just cleared a table, Rorschach took a brief break amid the rush.
He wiped away sweat while enjoying the liveliness that belonged to others.
To some extent, he quite liked this chaotic yet orderly kind of life.
The people who came here to eat had different jobs and came from different races.
But at that very moment, delicious food erased artificial divisions such as class and wealth.
All that remained was the delight of tasting good food and the pleasure of making friends.
"Rorschach! Order up!"
Rorschach drifted off slightly, as though he had returned to his previous life.
But then his aunt in the kitchen interrupted his faint melancholy, pulling him back into work mode.
"Table thirty-eight, General Tso's Chicken, one order!"
The restaurant's lively atmosphere continued until nine that evening.
Only after the last customer left did Rorschach and his aunt begin to eat.
After quickly finishing his dinner.
Under his aunt's direction, he packed several portions of clean leftover food into takeout containers.
Then he took them outside and handed them to the homeless people who had been waiting at the restaurant entrance.
This was a kindness his aunt had maintained for years without interruption.
As long as Delicious Chinese Restaurant was open for business, the nearby homeless people would not go hungry.
Once everything in the restaurant had been cleaned up and the lights were turned off and doors locked.
Rorschach gave his aunt a ride home on his bicycle to rest.
At ten that night, Rorschach lay on his bed after a quick wash, staring blankly at the ceiling.
From time to time, he heard the sound of a calculator being reset.
His aunt was in the living room sorting through the accounts and calculating the day's earnings.
Unable to sleep at all, Rorschach chose to open the Warhammer Simulator.
Cooldown: seventeen hours. Please invest resources to reduce the cooldown time (currently holding no resources)
Rorschach frowned, grabbed the phone he had tossed beside his pillow, and aimed it at the Simulator.
Current resource does not match. Please invest resources to reduce the cooldown time.
Persistent as ever, Rorschach tested tissues, a keychain, bedsheets, and other miscellaneous items one after another.
But the Simulator before him still refused to accept them.
"What resources does it need, exactly? At least give me a hint?"
Rorschach fell into endless frustration.
Then, as though he had remembered something.
With a grave expression, Rorschach bit open his fingertip, squeezed out a few drops of blood, and held them up before the Simulator.
Current resource does not match. Please invest resources to reduce the cooldown time.
"...Sleep!"
Rorschach cursed as he rolled over, sucked on his fingertip, and closed his eyes.
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