The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

But once the words have been spoken, it is hard to take them back.

He had no choice but to kneel in the corner and feel uneasy, watching the people in the room drinking and laughing.

No one cares about the poor and helpless Chinese worker in the corner.

Those women who were showing off their beauty would look around with disgusted expressions on their faces when they passed by, as if their skirts would be stained if they touched them.

Chen Tao is desperate...

M.C. Keith ignored him and started talking and laughing with a few people.

Japan's young Akira Takahashi said: "It's already the 20th century, but the Chinese still don't want to make progress, and they still have ridiculous whips. It's really funny. They have a kind of servility, which they can never get rid of."

M.C. Keith sneered: "These are a bunch of dirty people. Their hairstyle represents evil and they deserve to be beaten."

Takahashi Akira nodded in agreement.

The topic started from this point and gradually extended to the international situation.

M.C. Keith said arrogantly: "We in the United States do not engage in colonial practices. I think you Japanese want to imitate European countries. I heard that your Meiji Restoration made the country rich by exploiting farmers?"

A flash of anger flashed in Akira Takahashi's eyes, but he did not get angry. Instead, he smiled: "Since we want to fully learn from Western civilization, the methods are naturally more intense, and shortcomings are inevitable."

The implication behind the words is that I learned them all from you, the eldest brother, let alone the second brother.

Akira Takahashi also looked at Chen Tao specifically, saying that this is more ruthless than exploitation.

Although Japan learns from the West, its way of speaking still has the restrained characteristics of the East, and its words are not explicit.

But M.C. Keith understood what he meant, and he was much more straightforward: "Haha, the United States has never bullied white farmers. As for him?"

M.C. Keith pointed at Chen Tao, who was kneeling in the corner with a bloody head: "He is not a human being. In my eyes, he is no different from a working beast like me."

Chen Tao heard everything, but his face was numb.

An indescribable smell lingered in my mind.

depressed? Angry?

Haha, does that work?

He asked himself if he was qualified?

People have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Akira Takahashi smiled and said: "Well, Mr. Keith, what we are doing in Northeast Asia is no different from you. Our company also has industries outside the customs of Qing Dynasty. We are transferring domestic conflicts outwards, At the moment, Japanese farmers are just in labor pains.”

Chen Tao was still numb after hearing this.

It was as if the things they were talking about had nothing to do with him.

What is the Qing Dynasty and what is outside the customs?

As long as you let him go this time, it doesn't matter if he barks like a dog.

dignity?

What's that worth?

M.C. Keith was about to speak.

Zhang Shangzhi was brought.

If Zhao Chuanxin were here, he would definitely recognize Zhang Shangzhi as the Chinese worker who knew Spanish working beside the canal during the day.

He was wearing a short game, and he was as naked as Chen Tao who was kneeling in the corner, and he was so dirty that it was difficult to see.

After all, it’s raining heavily today.

Zhang Shangzhi also had fear on his face. At first glance, he saw Chen Tao in the corner who was incompatible with the banquet. He immediately understood that his arrest was inextricably linked to Chen Tao.

He said angrily: "Chen Tao, what have you done?"

Chen Tao buried his head deeply in silence, not daring to look at his friend.

Huertas asked sharply: "Tell me, who is the culprit who caused trouble in the canal today?"

Zhang Shangzhi was shocked, this is what happened?

He quickly said: "I don't know."

Huertas remembered M.C. Keith's previous operation, looked around, pulled out the command knife on the wall, and walked towards Zhang Shangzhi.

Zhang Shangzhi almost sang a song "Liangliang" to himself.

The American devils are all discriminatory. The ordinary people in Panama are very friendly, but they don't know how to kill.

But the upper class in Panama are very cruel, especially the soldiers.

Zhang Shangzhi knew very well the cruelty of these people and was so frightened that he was reduced to chaff.

Huertas took the command knife and put the tip of the knife on Zhang Shangzhi's shoulder: "Let me ask you again, do you know who the culprit was who caused trouble during the day?"

Zhang Shangzhi's cheeks were raised and his eyes were firm: "I don't know."

laugh……

The command knife in Huertas' hand moved forward and pierced Zhang Shangzhi's shoulder.

Zhang Shangzhi wailed.

A white woman with heavy makeup said displeasedly: "If you have to do something, take these filthy beasts to another room and not here, okay? It will make it look like a slaughterhouse."

This woman was brought by William Emery, and Huertas had to be a little bit shy and didn't care about her.

He took out his command knife and asked his men to pull Zhang Shangzhi to the entrance of the banquet hall so as to avoid the main venue of the banquet.

He asked again: "Do you know?"

Zhang Shangzhi still shook his head: "I don't know! I don't know if you killed me."

Although he spoke harshly, he was still saying in his heart: Zhao Chuanxin will show up soon, Zhao Chuanxin will appear soon, Zhao Chuanxin will save his life...

They say that Zhao Chuanxin is a mage and knows magic. He must be able to hear it, right?

Well, that must be the case...

I hope Zhao Chuanxin can become a saint!

…

Zhao Chuanxin took Clarisse not far from the gate of Huertas' mansion and hid in the dark to observe.

Claris pointed at the guard at the door and said, "Look, let me tell you. There are many people guarding here, and you still don't listen."

Her voice was neither loud nor quiet, nor was she suppressed because it was still raining.

The sound of rain completely obscured her voice.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the ecstasy lamp: "It's okay, let's go in through the gate."

"..."

Clarisse had never seen such a stubborn person.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored her and muttered something. A gray mist escaped from the ecstasy lamp and quickly swept toward the door.

It was already raining and smoky, and with the fog, visibility suddenly fell below two meters.

The guard at the gate exclaimed a few times, but made no big move.

After all, fog is a natural phenomenon. At most, the fog was a bit thicker today, which surprised them.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled Clarisse: "Okay, let's go, Pippi Xia."

"What? What is Pipi shrimp?"

Claris couldn't see the road clearly, so he grabbed Zhao Chuanxin by the corner of his clothes and relied on him to pull him forward.

When he came to the gate, Zhao Chuanxin took out the elf carving knife, pointed it at a person's forehead two meters away.

The man fell down with a normal expression, and was sent away without even feeling much pain.

Following the same pattern, Zhao Chuanxin surpassed six people in a row.

During this time, not a single sound was made.

But Clarisse walked up to the body, shocked.

She couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Is the fog poisonous?"

She thought that these guards had been poisoned to death, otherwise why would they have fallen to the ground without saying a word?

Zhao Chuanxin raised his index finger: "Shh."

He took out the paper airplane and sent it out with a sigh of relief.

Clarisse was stunned: "Are you still playing children's tricks at this time?"

Seeing that she wouldn't shut up, Zhao Chuanxin turned around, stretched out his hand, and pinched her knot fiercely.

As a result, Claris made a sound like a cat...

Zhao Chuanxin blocked her mouth: "If you keep talking, see if I don't mess with you!"

Clarisse nodded sharply...

Damn it, do you still dare?

Zhao Chuanxin took her inside.

Wherever you go, the fog spreads.

There were no surprises along the way.

Because the fog was too heavy, Claris asked in a voice as loud as a mosquito: "I'm not talking nonsense, I want to ask, where have we been? The fog is too heavy, I'm lost."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the map, clicked on it and said, "Here, further ahead is the hall, we can't go around it."

Claris nodded: "You will reach the drying room after crossing the hall, but the place where Huertas will hold the banquet must be right in front, and there will definitely be someone guarding the door. If nothing else, there are not only people from Huertas there. , there must also be people from William Emery, the commander of the US military in Panama. What should we do?"

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "The only reason is that these people's horoscopes are not strong enough."

As for why, Claris will understand it when he gets there.

Arriving at the door of the banquet hall, the fog attracted the guard's attention.

"Huh? Is there a fire somewhere?"

"Don't disturb the commander, this is obviously water vapor and fog."

"How did the fog come into the house?"

"Who would have known that this hellish place called Panama is full of miasma and virgin forests. I've long had enough of this place. I'll go back to Oklahoma as soon as I'm discharged from the army. It rarely rains there."

Zhao Chuanxin, regardless of whether he is innocent or not, let the Marines die.

He stretched out his hand and put his index finger on his mouth, signaling Claris not to speak.

He clicked on the spot again, signaling Claris to wait here.

After speaking, he tiptoed towards the guards.

The paper airplane had already told Zhao Chuanxin how many people were ahead through the vibration of the smart gyroscope.

There were two white men from the U.S. Marine Corps, four Latino guards from Huertas, a bodyguard who was actually wearing a suit on a hot day, and a Japanese.

Zhao Chuanxin said that it was really complicated.

He first walked to the Latin American guard and pointed the elf carving knife at the other person's forehead.

The elf carving knife turned into a thin thread and stirred in the opponent's head, and the guard was instantly finished.

Zhao Chuanxin stood on tiptoes and stepped forward quickly, supported the body, and placed it gently on the ground, followed by the second person.

He silently pointed in the fog. When he pointed at an American, the other Marine had just finished speaking and could not hear his companion's answer.

So he asked: "Jack, are you so damn good at talking? Am I right?"

They couldn't see it, but Zhao Chuanxin, who was holding the ecstasy lamp, saw it clearly.

He said cheerfully: "Everything you say is right."

When the Marine heard this, he thought, no, that's not Jack's voice.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a dull pain in his forehead, his body went limp, and he lost consciousness.

Zhao Chuanxin helped his body down and cleared the guards at the entrance of the banquet hall.

He turned back and found Claris, who had no master.

To be honest, this concentration of fog made Claris feel uneasy being in it.

There was no sound from the front, and Zhao Chuanxin could not be seen.

She was afraid that someone else's face would suddenly appear in the mist, and the more she thought about it, the more terrifying she became.

So exciting.

When she saw the thick fog rolling in, revealing the face of Zhao Chuanxin, she breathed a sigh of relief and actually hugged Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin said in a low voice: "Let go, what's the point of pulling and pulling?"

Clarisse: "..."

The two of them walked forward again.

Claris felt strange when he saw corpses everywhere but not a trace of blood flowing out.

There was just a faint stench of incontinence, which was nauseating.

Originally, the two of them planned to go straight to the drying room to withdraw money.

But when he reached the gate, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly stopped.

Because he heard the conversation inside the door.

"You humble and dirty Chinese beast, do you really think that I dare not kill you? I advise you to tell me who the murderer is as soon as possible. If you anger me, kill all the Chinese workers on the canal. You are all pigs anyway..."

"I don't know what you want me to say? You killed all the Chinese workers, who will dig the canal for you?"

Zhao Chuanxin's face turned red, and a wave of anger surged over him...