Sheriff Malloy took the warrant and looked at it, then handed it to his men and asked them to identify it on their own.

"That is to say, you now owe us three hundred dollars, Sheriff Malloy." Schultz said, showing a mischievous smile that did not suit his age.

Sheriff Malloy looked at him and said: "Of course I will handle official business, but you and your black-faced friend must remember not to act wild on my territory, otherwise,

Even if you have the title of bounty hunter, I still have the right to execute you on the spot."

"That's natural, Mr. Sheriff." Schultz bowed slightly to show respect for the local law.

After the police left, Brandi asked: "So, this is how you usually work?"

"Strictly speaking, it's not normal, because most of the time we are on the road, running from this place to that place," Schultz said while shaking the wine in the glass, "But generally speaking,

As long as the wanted warrant says life or death, we will usually use bullets instead of nooses."

Brandy took a sip of wine and said: "Logically speaking, our profession should only have the power to arrest and transport prisoners. As for trial and execution, I don't think it should be our business."

"What you said makes some sense," Schultz nodded, "but generally speaking, as long as the wanted order does not require us to arrest someone alive, from a legal sense, we also have the power to enforce the law."

"But the wanted order doesn't require that he must be killed, right?" Brandy said with some deliberate criticism, "I always feel that our work should serve the people."

Schultz smiled, spread his hands, and said, "You are right. Catching and trying those scum is our job and the way we serve the people."

"But please look at the current situation, Mr. Schultz," Brandy said, pointing to the empty tavern. "If ordinary people were really considered, this place wouldn't be what it is now."

Schultz still maintained a polite smile. He turned back to the black man and said, "This gentleman seems to have some objections to our style of doing things."

The black man seemed to have noticed Brandy's young face beside him. He sneered with disdain and said, "It's often easier to talk nonsense than to grow up."

Brandi glanced at the black man and said with slight disdain: "Although I have not been in this business for a long time, at least I have always followed the legal procedures of this country and have never killed anyone in the name of trial.

"

"Listen to me, kid," the black man said with an expression that wasn't exactly a smile, "this profession is not as fair and just as you think. If you want to be a hero, you might as well find a bed and a girl.

Of course, you have to have that ability to be able to show off your majesty as a hero in this regard."

"Humph, you probably don't have the ability to show off your power when you say something like this." Brandi stood up, looked at the black man, and retorted without hesitation.

"Okay, okay, gentlemen," Schultz also stood up, playing the role of peacemaker, "Since you guys can't stand each other, and we are both bounty hunters, why don't we use the bounty hunter method?

To resolve disputes, what do you think?"

Brandy glared at the black man fiercely and looked at Schultz with some confusion: "The bounty hunter way?"

"You may not have heard of bounty duels," Schultz said. "This is a competition between bounty hunters. You can decide the specific content of the competition. In essence, it is similar to various competitive activities common in the West.

There is no difference, except that the format is more formal and requires a middleman to act as a referee to increase the fairness of the competition. How about it? Do you want to have a round?"

Brandy looked back at the black man provocatively and said, "Don't you dare?"

"Always here for you, rookie." The black man replied tit for tat.

"Okay, okay, in this case, there will be a way to solve the problem." Seeing that his proposal was accepted by the two of them, Schultz's tone became more relaxed, "Speaking of which, you haven't introduced each other yet, right?"

Brandi and the black man reached out and shook hands at the same time.

"Brandy Munny." Brandy said.

"Django," said the black man.

"Can you spell him out?"

"d-j-a-n-g-o," Django said deadpan, "the d is silent."


Chapter completed!