The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Whether it is Jews such as Abraham Cohen, or the Smith brothers, these people are street rats, with sneaky eyes that can flicker in the dark, looking for the scent of similar people and detecting the presence of enemies.

Once the rat swarm grows and creates an airtight web, there is no place for people like Charles Baker to hide.

Abraham Cohen is undoubtedly the more flexible mind among this kind of people.

He played a clever trick and used the promise of the dining car provided by Zhao Chuanxin as a temptation, plus Chen Yigeng's famous name to increase the stakes, and called all the city foxes and mice he could contact.

I thought it was a grand event in the world, but I didn't expect that it would be easy for the news to leak out.

The news quickly reached Mott Street on Manhattan's Lower East Side.

Immediately afterwards, it reached Situ Meitang’s ears.

Situ Meitang searched for the culprit who pretended to be Chen Yigeng for many days.

Unexpectedly, the news came to my door today.

Anliang Church was first established in Boston in 1894, and Anliang Main Church was established in New York, USA in 1905.

Anliangtang means to hoe the strong and help the weak, to eradicate violence and bring peace to the good.

By 1907, it had grown to more than 30 cities in the United States, with a massive momentum and more than 20,000 internal members.

An arrow pierces the clouds, and thousands of troops come to meet you!

Waving flags and shouting, more than a hundred people gathered and divided into several groups and marched towards Brooklyn.

At noon, a Jew who was seeking information was captured.

Following the clues, I easily found the Cotton Nightclub.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxian was waiting for news at Cotton Nightclub when he saw Big Smith running into the private room in a panic.

"Xie Te! An Liang Tang from Chinatown is here. There are more than a hundred people, looking for you!"

This guy is scared!

Although there are only five or six of their brothers, they pale in comparison to the Chinese gangs who have a unified style.

The Smith Brothers have never heard of large-scale operations involving hundreds of people!

He looked at Zhao Chuanxin in panic. To his disappointment, Zhao Chuanxin was not moved at all: "Why are you panicking? Are there any clues about Charles Baker this morning?"

He still doesn't know why this Anliangtang is looking for him.

But a hundred or ten people, to him, might be a trivial matter that could be solved with just one bullet from the God of War M1907, so he didn't take it to heart.

But Big Smith was confused. At this time, he was still thinking about Charles Baker. How serious was he?

"No!" Big Smith was so panicked that he paced back and forth: "Otherwise, let's call the police!"

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin knew that this guy was so desperate that he even came up with the bad idea of ​​calling the police.

He had no choice but to stand up and said calmly: "The man who played the saxophone at the Cotton Nightclub last night was very good. At the funerals of these people, you can ask him to play the farewell."

"..."

In this pretense, Big Smith felt that people like him were not on the same level at all.

Zhao Chuanxin threw Marcus Nkrumah a set of resolute armor that was specially sewn for him and put it on himself.

Big Smith was scratching his head. People are knocking on the door. Are you still changing clothes here?

After Zhao Chuanxin was fully dressed, he patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, I'll take you to know this Laoshizi Anliang Hall!"

Isaiah, who was working as an errand boy for Zhao Chuanxin, had not spoken just now, but now he also persuaded: "Sir, why don't we stay out of the spotlight for now?"

He is also afraid.

"Nonsense, can you still call yourself a young person if you avoid the edge? Young people are all very energetic."

"..." Big Smith muttered: "I'm not young anymore, I'm already thirty-five years old..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Zhao Chuanxin had already taken the lead and walked out.

Big Smith and Isaiah looked at each other and followed with stomping feet.

After going downstairs, Zhao Chuanxin was surprised to find that Abraham Cohen, a slippery dog, did not run away, but brought someone back to help.

"Mr. Chen, those people have surrounded us outside, what should we do?" Abraham Cohen asked with a pale face.

When he first received the news, heaven and man were at war in his heart.

He was reluctant to part with the pie painted by Zhao Chuanxin, and was afraid of the momentum of Anliangtang.

He discussed it with everyone, and everyone agreed that since they were almost out of food, it was better to risk their lives and fight with Zhao Chuanxin for the rest of their lives.

Is it possible to get ahead without taking risks?

Abraham Cohen was forced to come here.

Zhao Chuanxin gave him a meaningful look: "What should we do? Our dining truck faction will never give in!"

"Meal...car party?"

Everyone was speechless.

This is the least famous name in New York.

But it's very fitting that everyone was attracted by Zhao Chuanxian's food truck.

Zhao Chuanxin took the lead, and together with the black and white Hanmen, they filed out.

Outside, indeed, hundreds of people had gathered.

Many of them were wearing long coats and short coats.

There are two people at the head. The one in front has big ears and a broad face, with obvious cheekbones. They are not tall, but they are very powerful.

The second one looks a bit wretched, wearing a long gown and a top hat.

The two are Situ Meitang and Li Xiling.

Situ Meitang is the general director of the All-American Anliang Church, and is respectfully called "Big Brother" and "Uncle" internally, which is similar to the Italian godfather.

Li Xiling is the head of the New York Main Hall.

Situ Meitang couldn't help but feel surprised when he saw a group of people, including Asians, whites, and blacks, walking out of the nightclub.

Especially, the speaker was obviously the Asian!

He felt even more strange.

At this time, the monsters and monsters in New York have always been distinct.

Black is black, white is white, yellow is yellow, brown should stand aside.

When can these people mix together?

Li Xiling whispered from behind: "Boss, the tall guy in front is probably the one pretending to be Chen Yigeng!"

Next to him was a 1.7-meter-slim man who was very lean and said angrily: "This person pretended to be me and almost killed me. The New York Police Department wants to put me in the electric chair!"

He was originally detained in the Manhattan Detention Center, but because of what happened, Li Xiling paid a large sum of money to bail him out.

Situ Meitang frowned deeply: "This person's temperament makes me feel very familiar. But I am sure I have never seen him before!"

While the three of them were talking, they saw the tall young man walking over.

There was a thick crowd of about forty people behind him.

An Liangtang held various weapons such as swords, guns, and sticks tightly in his hands.

A fight is about to break out!

Situ Meitang heard the tall young man say with a playful smile: "Huh? What are you doing? Being blocked here will have a bad impact. How many of our flowers and plants will be trampled?"

Situ Meitang was stunned...

Why is it different from what I thought!

He said after careful consideration: "You..."

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him: "What are you? Don't think that because you are old, I won't let you lose money! I won't blackmail you, I can just take five hundred US dollars casually."

"..." Situ Meitang was confused.

Li Xiling jumped out: "How dare you put the blame on our people? If you don't give an explanation today, don't even think about getting out of here!"

When Zhao Chuanxin heard this, he thought, oh, there must be something wrong with the name "Chen Yigeng".

But for this kind of thing, you must first create the moral high ground.

So Zhao Chuanxin said angrily: "What are you asking for? I, Chen Yigeng, will leave my words here today. No one can even think about spitting blood!"

Chen Yigeng heard this and called out to Chong Tianqu: "Boss, listen, he is really impersonating me!"

Situ Meitang felt that what happened today was somewhat evil.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin laughing and scolding, he had experienced many things in his life, but he had never met such a person who made him feel unsure.

So he was neither happy nor sad, and said in a calm tone: "Friend, you don't follow the rules in doing things, but everyone knows that one person is responsible for doing things, and you shouldn't take my brother's name by pretending to be yours!"

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes: "I, Chen Yigeng, can punch a sixty-year-old man and kick a seven- or eight-year-old child. Do I need to impersonate him? Is he worthy?"

"..."

Zhen Chen Yigeng jumped angrily: "Boss, look at him, he is ruining my reputation!"

Zhao Chuanxin knew it was unreasonable, and the things he did could be punished with dozens of death sentences.

Although there are countless people with the same name in the world, when Edith Roosevelt made up the information for him, she filled in "An Liang Tang".

This is actually irrefutable.

So he waved his hand: "Okay, don't mess around. You can come and go wherever you want. Our food truck gang is not easy to mess with."

People who pretend to be generous even though they are clearly in the wrong are the most hateful people.

Zhen Chen Yigeng has been practicing martial arts since he was a child and has a bad temper. He was so angry when he heard this. He yelled and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin without waiting for orders.

Zhao Chuanxin was startled by his surprise.

But before he could say anything, Marcus Nkrumah behind him reacted quickly and stepped forward to block Zhen Chen Yigeng's fist with his chest.

This punch was nothing more than a drizzle to his ability to resist blows, and with the tough armor's force-removing protection, it was even more light and nothing.

He rushed forward and tightly held Zhen Chen Yigeng with his arms.

He is tall and has long arms. When he hugged Zhen Chen Yigeng, he squeezed his arms tightly together.

The huge force came, and no matter how hard Chen Yigeng struggled, it was of no avail.

This move stunned everyone.

A two-meter strong man trying to subdue a 1.7-meter man is no different from an adult playing with a child.

Marcus Nkrumah was afraid of nothing but ghosts and devils.

And be loyal to Zhao Chuanxin and obey his words!

He turned around and asked, "Master, do you want to beat him to death?"

Last time, Benjamin Goldberg asked him to kill the goons sent by Rockefeller.

The stupid guy didn't have any psychological burden on beating someone to death. He said it as if he was having dinner with someone.

"Hey, forget it, this guy is ignorant, let's not argue with him." Zhao Chuanxin looked ashamed.

He had already pretended to be someone else, and now he was beating someone to death, which felt a bit unsatisfactory.

"Oh." Marcus Nkrumah was very obedient and let go of Zhen Chen Yigeng.

Whether it is a Lianjiazi or not is not worth mentioning in the face of the huge tonnage difference.

Zhen Chen Yigeng jumped back in frustration, only daring to glare at Zhao Chuanxin and Marcus Nkrumah from behind Situ Meitang.

A good group fight suddenly turned into a turn-based fight.

Situ Meitang's face darkened: "It seems that this matter will be difficult to resolve today!"

As he spoke, he wanted to give orders and attack in groups.

Zhao Chuanxin finally got impatient and said coldly in Chinese: "I want to convince people with my virtue, so don't do it too hard!"

Situ Meitang was stunned when he heard this.

Foreign accent!

The mantra "Convince people with virtue"!

The figure in the ancient book is eight feet tall!

The temperament of laughing and scolding the devil!

Combined with the previous experience of fake Chen Yigeng single-handedly killing more than a dozen New York policemen...

Lightning flashed in his mind, his eyes suddenly widened, and he blurted out: "You are Zhao..."

I've changed a few things, it's harmless