The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Kang Youwei was stuck.

He hesitated for a long time: "Harm! Let me tell the truth. Someone told me that Chen Yigeng is Zhao Chuanxin."

Yang Yuying frowned: "Is this true?"

"Absolutely true."

"Then pray, pray that you will survive the disaster."

"Humph! He is forcing me!"

Ever since Yang Yuying heard that Chen Yigeng might be Zhao Chuanxin, she didn't want to care about it at all.

But he still asked: "What do you mean?"

Kang Youwei said angrily: "Previously, a police detective in New York, named Charles Baker, said that if something happened to him, I would tell the world that Chen Yigeng was Zhao Chuanxin. Obviously Zhao Chuanxin deliberately concealed his identity, I..."

Yang Yuying interrupted him: "Kang Nanhai, please don't harm me. Leave immediately. I'll treat you as if you haven't been here. Once you get out of this door, you can publicize whatever you want, but don't take me with you. You know, even if you join hands Governor Yuan, who holds military power, would not dare to offend Zhao Chuanxin!"

Kang Youwei: "..."

The consulate where he finally left in despair.

…

Zhao Chuanxin was "fighting Da Luo" with George Bruce McClellan and his secretary at this time.

The secretary asked: "Why this name?"

Zhao Chuanxin hit 3 and said, "Because that's the name."

George Bruce McClellan struck out against five.

Zhao Chuanxin miscalculated, originally thinking that there was no match outside.

He said: "Oh, I made the wrong card, blame me, I take it back."

George Bruce McClellan held down the card: "Since you robbed the 'Roosevelt,' you can't regret the card."

Zhao Chuanxin cursed: "I can't fucking afford to play. It's only a few dollars to win or lose. I can't even regret the cards. Fake, I can't afford 5."

George Bruce McClellan played his card and hit a straight.

Zhao Chuanxin gritted his teeth: "I can't afford it."

Secretary: "You go ahead."

George Bruce McClellan, three belts and one, gone.

Zhao Chuanxin paid one yuan to each of them.

The secretary took the money back excitedly: "I got my meal money back."

Zhao Chuanxin originally thought he could win back their money, but it turned out to be the opposite. After the two guys learned the rules, they pushed him to the ground and rubbed him.

Zhao Chuanxin has already lost twenty yuan.

He lost so much that sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Secretary, can you shuffle the cards faster? You're just too damn lazy to be a cheat, right?"

The secretary was holding a cigarette: "If you can't afford to lose, don't play. Why are you so anxious?"

I have to say, the card table is magical.

Once on the card table, there is no distinction between friend and foe, father and son.

They are all opponents!

"Ahem..." Zhao Chuanxin picked at the coins and banknotes in front of him and suddenly took out a handful of rice.

George Bruce McClellan asked in surprise, "What do you do with rice?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Zhao Chuanxin said perfunctorily, but he put the rice on top of the money.

The secretary sneered and said, "I've been to a Chinese casino. This is their superstitious practice. Taking out a handful of rice at home and putting it on the card table is said to kill everyone."

George Bruce McClellan shook his head: "Card games are about strategy. They are similar to officialdom. Luck and everything else are imaginary."

It has to be said that people like them naturally like to fight, fight with the sky, the earth, and people. Zhao Chuanxin found the wrong opponent.

Just then, the phone rang.

George Bruce McClellan was stunned for a moment.

I was so immersed in the game that I almost forgot that I was being coerced.

The secretary also reacted, his face slightly unnatural.

However, he had no intention of returning the money he won, so he put it in his pocket and held on to it.

"Hello? Well, I understand. If you arrest him as soon as possible, you can issue a reward to speed up the progress."

After hanging up the phone, George Bruce McClellan said: "He was seen leaving the back door of the Qing legation in New York. The police are looking for him."

"To put it another way, the New York police are good at arresting innocent people, but they can only catch fraudsters like this." Zhao Chuanxin curled his lips.

Kang Youwei is aptly described as a fraudster.

George Bruce McClellan shook his head: "I have roughly read the information. The food truck gang are not good people, are they? They may not be guilty this time, but what about before? Just like that group of black people, they all have a record of fighting. . There is no need to imprison them, and assisting in the investigation of crimes cannot be considered a fault."

"Haha, what does it mean if the police beat them?"

"Forget it, let's not talk about it. Chen Yigeng, as the mayor, I can promise you that I will help you find Kang Youwei. Can you let us go?"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't answer and took out his pocket watch to check the time.

Thomas W. Lawson only told him to delay the issuance of bonds, but not for how long.

He couldn't just waste time here: "I want to ask you something."

"you say."

"Since you have read the information, you must also know about Xinghui Catering Company? After today, you won't hinder the business, right?"

George Bruce McClellan said calmly: "No, as long as it's a legitimate business."

"Remember what you said today, otherwise I will come to you again. I have memorized the location of the mayor's office."

"..." George Bruce McClellan said: "People say that politicians are full of lies, but it is actually imagination. If the promises are not counted, if the benefits cannot be exchanged, it will be difficult to move here. What I promise you, I will definitely do it. .If I can’t do it, I won’t agree.”

There was some truth in what he said, but Zhao Chuanxin sneered in his heart, but he didn't fully believe it.

He nodded: "That's good."

George Bruce McClellan suddenly said: "Chen Yigeng, you don't know that the police are already surrounded outside, right? I'm sure that the corridor outside my office is already crowded with police at this time, and the outside of the building must also be surrounded. The water is blocked. If I were you, I would surrender now, otherwise I will not be able to escape with my wings."

"You have to believe in science!" Zhao Chuanxin stood up and said with a smile: "How can people grow wings?"

As he spoke, he came to the window, turned his back to the window, and the smile on his face gradually rose and floated out of the window.

George Bruce McClellan: "..."

secretary:"……"

If you believe in science, why are you still anti-physics?

The two hurried to the window and looked up.

I saw Zhao Chuanxin climbing so fast that the gecko shed tears when he saw it. It was like flying over the eaves and walking over the wall. After a while, he reached the roof and disappeared.

The two looked at each other.

"Is this... Eastern magic?"

"magic?"

George Bruce McClellan suddenly remembered Zhao Chuanxin's words. If he could not fulfill his promise, he would come to him again.

As a politician, George Bruce McClellan was used to always having a knife dangling from his head.

But at the same time, he was also used to thinking about moving the Sword of Damocles away from his head all the time.

This is their daily life.

Therefore, he said to his secretary in a deep voice: "Let the police continue to search for Kang Youwei, and also strengthen the security of the city hall, especially on the roof. Delay him first, and when I think of a way, I can solve this big trouble once and for all!"

The secretary straightened his expression: "I understand, sir."

when he was leaving.

George Bruce McClellan suddenly said: "Don't go to casinos in the future, no matter whether it is legal or not. It is an abyss, and you don't want to jump into it. Don't think that Chen Yigeng is addicted to this. In fact, he just wants to be safe. He captured both of our hearts and made a show with us."

The secretary blushed: "Yes, sir."

…

The shootout that took place in the First Precinct was a big deal.

On the third day after the incident, major newspapers published the news.

After discovering that his name was published in the newspaper, Chen Yigeng developed the habit of reading newspapers.

Headline from the New York Daily News - King of New York: I had the pleasure of witnessing the entire battle, which was truly breathtaking. Chen Yigeng is a cold-blooded and professional killer, and the police have no enemy under him. He can easily climb onto rooftops and walk on rubble with ease. His speed is very fast, usually in the blink of an eye, and he is dead before the police can react...

Edward Townsend was good at writing such articles. He was originally a reporter for the "Sun" and was later poached by William Randolph Hearst, the owner of the "New York Daily News".

From then on it was out of control.

He portrayed the scene so deeply that Chen Yigeng felt chills running down his back.

He knew that Zhao Chuanxin was powerful, but he was still impressed by Zhao Chuanxin's ability to move freely among thousands of troops.

After reading it, he was silent for a moment and said to Situ Meitang: "Mr. Zhao, you are really a strange person. In the past, you always told me, big brother, that people cannot be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured. This time I really realized it."

"Haha, right?" Situ Meitang was very pleased. "Don't act rashly in the future, think twice before you act."

"I know." Chen Yigeng frowned: "Boss, the mayor and the police, do you think they will let Mr. Zhao go?"

"What are you thinking about? It's not an exaggeration to say that this is a blood feud. How could you let him go so easily? However, I guess that until the tiger is old and sick, these people will lie dormant, waiting for a good opportunity."

…

Zhao Chuanxin left Pearl Street, took the rice mountain, and rode to the East River to take a cold bath.

Taking a bath in the river this month was very sour and refreshing. Zhao Chuanxin shrank, but his mouth was hard and he whistled out of tune.

A bath without whistling is not a proper bath.

Traffic is busy on the Williamsburg Bridge.

The sky is cloudy, the setting sun is shy and timid, and occasionally it reveals a majestic sky.

Zhao Chuanxin first cleaned himself, then threw the bullet in the fortitude suit into the river water, soaped it and scrubbed it five or six times, but there was still a faint red color.

He frowned and looked at the tattered fabric outside the war-scarred leather.

I feel like this armor needs to be remade, otherwise it will fall apart.

Don't even wash it, just put it in your pocket.

He took out the bristle brush and rubbed the surface of the boots vigorously.

Even the outer leather of the boots had a lot of damage, which shows how intense the gun battle was at that time.

If he had exposed any skin at that time, he would probably be injured.

The hail of bullets is no joke.

"Hey, without the devil crystal glasses, I can't be so wild in the future."

Zhao Chuanxin sighed, it was time for the weirdo to come out.

He changed into dry clothes, went ashore, fed Mishan some water and heat-clearing and detoxifying radish, and looked at the Williamsburg Bridge.

He said in his heart: Abraham Cohen lives nearby. At this time, he should be off work and just go to check out the progress...