The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

In Marler Gobi, all the superior Americans were frightened by him, but there are people in this small and small land who speak out and persecute the Chinese?

And through the conversation inside, Zhao Chuanxin roughly understood that he was implicated.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin's murderous expression, Claris immediately said: "Don't cause trouble, let's go quickly..."

Zhao Chuanxin threw her away: "Stay away, don't get blood on yourself!"

With that said, he pushed open the banquet door and looked around with eagle eyes: "I heard that you are looking for me? I sent it to the door myself!"

There was a lot of noise and music in the banquet hall, but his voice could only be heard near the door.

That is to say, only Huertas, M.C. Keith, Akira Takahashi, and William Emery saw Zhao Chuanxin and heard his words.

In addition, Zhang Shangzhi was brought over.

The moment he saw Zhao Chuanxin, Zhang Shangzhi became energetic.

The god of war appears!

What Zhao Chuanxin didn't expect was that the first thing Huertas said was: "I am her man!"

He pointed at Claris and said in English.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "It's as if someone is not the same."

Huertas: "..."

His face is as black as the bottom of the pot.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Zhang Shangzhi who was kneeling on the ground. His shoulder was bleeding and there was a blood mark on his cheek, which must have been cut recently.

In addition, there were two guards, but they did not carry guns. They were holding Zhang Shangzhi's shoulders firmly, preventing him from getting up.

Among these people, only William Emery had something to guess. He retreated quietly, blended into the crowd, passed through them, and ran to the window.

M.C. Keith pointed at Zhao Chuanxin. He joked: "Here comes another pig. Are you from the trap?"

The entire military line in the villa was cleared by Zhao Chuanxin.

But near the villa, there is also a small military camp.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that no one in the room was equipped with a gun, and he was unwilling to make too much noise.

So he took out the scepter of salvation.

Previously, it was Huertas and the others who were showing off, but Akira Takahashi did not seize the opportunity.

This time, he was very competitive and eager to show off in front of the wolves, so he stood up and shouted: "I am Akira Takahashi of Japan Plant Fertilizer Co., Ltd., I don't care whether you are Chinese or Korean, or this person." Same, kneel down and apologize immediately, otherwise..."

Only the Japanese were not mentioned.

Maybe it's because there are no men of this height in Japan.

"Otherwise you'll be paralyzed!" Zhao Chuanxin rushed forward, and the Redemption Scepter hit Takahashi Akira's mouth with great precision.

A mouthful of teeth, half of which were missing.

Takahashi Akira screamed and sprayed eight or nine bullets.

At this time, everyone in the room finally turned their attention here.

Huertas reacted the fastest, picked up the command knife, and stabbed Zhao Chuanxin.

He is quite smart and knows that stabbing is the most effective way to kill, not chopping.

Zhao Chuanxin's actions were based on his trust in the smart gyroscope. After he put up the Redemption Scepter, sure enough, the Smart Gyroscope took him slightly sideways, and the tip of the knife rubbed against the Redemption Scepter.

He can dodge bullets, let alone a knife.

Zhao Chuanxin threw the Whip of Judgment with his left hand and whistled.

The Whip of Judgment wrapped around Huertas' arm and forced it down.

The main reason was that Zhao Chuanxin saw that the knife looked good, otherwise the elf carving knife would have been cut off by him casually.

Seeing that Huertas was entangled, Zhao Chuanxin gave him a hard blow on the back of his hand.

When M.C. Keith took a look, he looked familiar. This was how he hit someone with the civilized stick just now.

Huertas' knife fell to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin bent down and picked it up.

Before anyone else could react, a white woman with heavy makeup pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and screamed: "You damn lowly Chinese, how dare you act so arrogant here, do you know who I am..."

William Emery, who had already come to the window, was panicking: Spicy next door, what is your name, this ghost woman?

If the visitor is really Zhao Chuanxin as he guessed, does Zhao Chuanxin care about your background?

He, the commander, is about to run away.

He made up his mind to leave this woman alone and run away first.

Zhao Chuanxin: "Noisy!"

A handaxe whirled and flew out of his hand.

Duh!

The woman's cry stopped abruptly.

William Emery's eyelids twitched.

It's so fucking cruel, someone will die if they disagree with you!

It must be Zhao Chuanxin.

Only Far Eastern butchers would treat white people like this.

In fact, he brought his own sidearm, which was a Browning M1903, which was the horse-branded gun that Zhao Chuanxin used in the past.

But he didn't have the courage to draw a gun.

Zhao Chuanxin shattered the Japanese's teeth, shattered Huertas's hand bones, and chopped the hysterical woman to death with an ax.

Finally, the scene exploded and panic broke out.

Even though M.C. Keith was very arrogant before, but after seeing Zhao Chuanxin's decisive attack, he immediately gave up: "You have something to say, but you can't hurt me. I am M.C. Keith, the person in charge of United Fruit in Panama. Si. You can ask around, if you hurt me, you will be in big trouble."

"You were the one who just said that the Chinese are pigs, right?" Zhao Chuanxin took out the command knife he had just obtained and pointed it at M.C. Keith and asked.

Before M.C. Keith could answer, Zhang Shangzhi looked up from the ground and said, "Yes, it's this ghost guy. He looks down on Chinese people."

After all, Zhao Chuanxin had never practiced swordsmanship before, so he shook his arm. The smart gyroscope had been working with him for a long time. After continuous learning, he could guess Zhao Chuanxin's intention and wrapped it around his arm from his back.

He suddenly took out his sword and took off his cassock to lift the sword.

M.C. Keith usually prides himself on being a master of using the civilized staff as a weapon, but he had no time to react.

With the addition of the smart gyroscope, Zhao's transmission speed was too fast.

laugh……

M.C. Keith's thigh was bleeding profusely.

The bloody look was even scarier than Chen Tao kneeling in the corner.

M.C. Keith looked at his thigh in disbelief. He had never suffered such an injury since he was a child.

In the past few years, people have been pampered. In Central America, one word can determine life or death, and this kind of thing will never happen.

"You dare to hurt me?" M.C. Keith felt fear, anger, and mixed emotions.

He regards Chinese workers as ants. How dare ants hurt him?

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Chen Tao in the corner and Zhang Shangzhi's miserable state. He chuckled: "Hurt you? Not only do I want to hurt you, I also want to make you feel what despair is."

He rarely fights enemies like this, usually in the American style.

But after seeing the miserable state of Chen Tao and Zhang Shangzhi today, Zhao Chuanxin felt an uncontrollable anger in his heart. He couldn't make a quick decision, he had to let them feel the despair that these two Chinese people felt!

Don't tell me, it's quite fresh.

Although he didn't know how to use a knife, he at least heard that the great ancestor Zhao Zhongyi said some methods of using weapons to fight the enemy. When fighting against many, it is best to line up the enemies in a straight line and let the enemy in front block the enemy behind.

Therefore, Zhao Chuanxin held the knife, moved his neck, and stepped to one side.

Then he suddenly lunged forward and stabbed with one hand.

M.C. Keith raised his civilized staff to block, trying to break through the center line.

However, what is embarrassing is that even though Zhao Chuanxin used the knife with one hand, his arm and wrist strength were so outrageous that he did not open it and stabbed M.C. Keith in the shoulder.

Dang clang...

The stick of civilization fell to the ground.

M.C. Keith staggered back, clutching his shoulders and gasping for air.

The two wounds were burning and painful.

All the white people's pride was thrown away at this moment, and only fear remained in their hearts.

The two guards who were holding Zhang Shangzhi let go of Zhang Shangzhi, walked around M.C. Keith, and rushed forward with one holding a chair and the other carrying a red wine bottle.

Zhao Chuanxin did not retreat but advanced, taking a running approach, taking off, and raising his legs.

After all, the chair is a heavy object. If Zhao Chuanxin waits in place or retreats, it will give the opponent time to hit him.

But he chose to charge, and the opponent had no room to display. As soon as he lifted the chair, he was kicked in the chest by Zhao Chuanxin, who flew backwards like a cannonball and knocked over a table of lamb chops.

Another person hit Zhao Chuanxin on the back with a red wine bottle, which was not painful or itchy.

Zhao Chuanxin held the command knife and made a big wheel in his backhand.

The slender command knife actually cut open the skin and flesh while cutting into the abdomen.

Normally this would be impossible, but Zhao Chuanxin's strength was too great.

After the knife was passed, the guard began to hold his stomach, trying to stuff something back. The scene was very tragic for a time.

At this time, Huertas, who was still struggling to escape from the entanglement of the Whip of Judgment, was sweating on his forehead.

Akira Takahashi, who had half of his teeth broken, turned pale with fear.

M.C. Keith was trembling, and the arrogance he had before was long gone.

Only Zhang Shangzhi's blood was boiling and he was furious.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the command knife. It was a command knife manufactured by WKC, a long-established knife factory in Solingen, Germany. It was specially equipped for commanders of the army. It looked pretty good.

Although it is not as useful as the cavalry sword that Zhao Chuanxin captured from the Russian Cossack cavalry.

He put away his command knife and bared his teeth and said, "The game is over."

With that said, he took out his elf carving knife.

He pointed at Chen Tao in the corner: "Who beat this man?"

Others didn't say anything, but Chen Tao pointed at M.C. Keith and said, "It's him."

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the civilization stick that M.C. Keith dropped and threw it towards Chen Tao.

Chen Tao just subconsciously stretched out his hand, and the civilized staff fell into his palm.

Within ten meters, Zhao Chuanxin had a handle on his throwing skills.

"call back!"

M.C. Keith looked at Chen Tao and shouted: "How dare you? Have you forgotten the laws of United Fruit?"

Chen Tao first held the civilized stick tightly, and then lowered his head. Under the intimidation of M.C. Keith, he simply did not have the courage.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head and said in Chinese: "I am Zhao Chuanxin. Today is your chance. Even if you beat me to death, it will be in vain. No one dares to settle the score with you."

Although Chen Tao looked up at him in surprise, he still didn't dare.

Zhao Chuanxin was very disappointed and set his sights on Zhang Shangzhi: "Do you dare?"

Since there was no restraint, Zhang Shangzhi jumped up, veins jumping on his forehead: "Dare!"

His hands and feet were shaking with excitement.

I feel like I'm going dark.

Zhao Chuanxin was greatly pleased: "Hit me! If you beat me to death, I will bear the blame. Mr. Zhao will pay for everything today!"

Zhang Shangzhi was really brave. He ran over and grabbed the civilized staff from Chen Tao's hand, raised it and ran towards M.C. Keith with a cry.

M.C. Keith was almost scared to death. This momentum was as fierce as a tiger. How dare he?

He covered his shoulders and backed away while saying in horror: "Stop him quickly, stop him..."

There was really someone who dared to stop me at the scene.

A white man and a Latino man tried to intercept him.

Zhao Chuanxin walked over unhurriedly to "help" and made two casual strokes with the elf carving knife.

Maybe he wasn't good at playing with traditional swords, guns, swords and halberds, but the elf carving knife was his natal weapon. When he was still so young, he was known as "a little red outside the pass".

I saw the white man and the Latino man separated from each other while running.

Wow...

Flowed all over the place.

"ah……"

The women who were present were so frightened that they first jumped up and then their claws went numb.

Just like prey suppressed by the blood of lions, tigers and other beasts, they cannot move.

Mainly because it’s so fucking scary…