The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Seeing this, the remaining men stopped and retreated instead of advancing.

Everyone was extremely shocked.

Not much better than those women.

Except for people who have been on the battlefield, I am afraid that seeing this kind of bloody scene will make their hands and feet weak with fear.

Zhang Shangzhi had a different feeling. He held up the civilized stick and struck his head and face, shouting something while beating him.

There was a crackle and a slap.

M.C. Keith ran away with his head in his arms, dragging his injured leg and limping. A moment later, Zhang Shangzhi, whose blood rushed to his head, caught up with him and continued to beat him hard.

M.C. Keith shouted, "Leave me alone, let me go, and United Fruit will give you more money than you can spend in a lifetime."

"The money for Xen Niang..." Zhang Shangzhi blushed and didn't care about that at all.

Click...

The stick of civilization was broken by him!

Zhang Shangzhi looked blankly at the stubble-sharp civilized stick, anger arose in his heart, and evil grew in his courage.

He had just experienced what despair was.

Now that he has the God of War backing him, what should he be afraid of?

Zhang Shangzhi gritted his teeth, clenched the civilized staff with both hands, and puffed...

M.C. Keith looked at the civilization rod inserted into his abdomen in disbelief: "You lowly pig, how dare you..."

Hearing that he dared to speak nonsense at this time, Zhang Shangzhi had just released the evil in his heart and killed someone. He was still a little afraid, but at this moment the panic disappeared: "I'll go to hell with you, you white-skinned pig..."

Pull out, thrust in, pull out, thrust in...

Bloody and bloody.

Like a madman.

This is how an honest person gets pissed off.

Clarisse, who followed him through the door, felt as if he was having a nightmare.

Although the scene in Shura Hell was not directed at her, it still frightened her.

No need to doubt. After today, I don’t know how long I will have nightmares.

Is this the Butcher of the Far East mentioned in the newspapers?

very scary!

Zhao Chuanxin walked over and held Zhang Shangzhi by the collar: "Okay, this person is dead.

But you still have the strength?

If you have the strength, go get him. "

With that said, Zhao Chuanxin pointed at Huertas who was tied up.

Huertas couldn't understand Chinese, but when he saw Zhao Chuanxin pointing at him, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but he couldn't break free from the whip of the ruling.

Zhang Shangzhi recovered, his hands and feet were as sore as noodles, he smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Zhao, God of War Zhao, I have no strength..."

After saying that, looking at his masterpiece, Zhang Shangzhi lay on the ground and vomited loudly.

Zhao Chuanxin played the hanging song.

The Whip of Judgment pops out its barbs.

Huertas gasped as he was tortured by the pain of countless needle pricks.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the handle and pulled it sharply.

Huertas was left naked.

Zhao Chuanxin raised the whip of judgment.

"Pia..."

"Ouch..."

A whip brings down a piece of flesh.

It can be said to be extremely cruel, but not fatal.

"Pia..."

"Ouch..."

Zhao Chuanxin took his time and whipped him one after another.

"Aren't you fucking awesome? Don't you regard human life as nothing? Don't you have a heavy army? Things are changing, and today I want you to feel what fear is!"

Huertas was really scared.

Having been in a high position for a long time, he felt fear for the first time.

Zhao Chuanxin continued to beat him, and his screams continued, but the volume became smaller and smaller.

There was no sound from Huertas until there was not a single piece of intact skin left on his body.

Zhao Chuanxin judged that he must have been tortured to death.

Even if he doesn't die, in the hot and humid environment of Central America and the medical conditions at this time, he is definitely not physiological.

He shook his head and sighed: "It's so pitiful. He died in more pain than his second uncle."

"..."

Everyone looked at him as if they were looking at a demon.

Zhao Chuanxin came to Takahashi Ming again and looked at him condescendingly: "Japanese devils? Is this drafted? Do the Japanese devils dare to make noise these days?"

Akira Takahashi knelt down and kowtowed: "Spare my life, spare my life, it's none of my business. I didn't hit anyone."

If you don't hit someone, you just insult them.

Zhao Chuanxin showed up just now, and this guy dared to jump.

Zhao Chuanxin twitched the corners of his mouth: "Japanese are all bastards!"

Takahashi opened his mouth, subconsciously wanting to refute, but shut up again.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his whip.

"Pia..."

"Ouch..." Akira Takahashi finally knew what Huertas had gone through: "Yes, the Japanese are all bastards."

It hurt so damn much, so terrible, the place where the skin and flesh had been torn off was burning.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Let me ask you, are the Japanese inferior to pigs and dogs?"

"Yes, the Japanese are worse than pigs and dogs."

"Are the Japanese inferior people?"

"Yes, the Japanese are inferior people."

"The Japanese nation should perish, don't you think?"

Akira Takahashi hesitated again.

"It's a shame, how dare you hesitate?"

"Pia..."

"Ouch..." Akira Takahashi exclaimed, "Japan should perish!"

"Sorry for the slow reply!"

Zhao Chuanxin continued to smoke.

Amid the whining, Takahashi Akira fell to the fate of Huertas.

The corpse finally fell silent.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes were as bright as lightning as he scanned the entire audience. No one dared to look at him.

Zhao Chuanxin asked Zhang Shangzhi: "Who else is present today?"

Zhang Shangzhi pointed to a few white people: "There are also them. They bully us Chinese workers and call us pigs."

Words like pig, piglet, and pig flower are something Zhao Chuanxi hates deeply.

He walked toward some white people.

A woman screamed in fright and crossed herself: "God protect me from the devil..."

Zhao Chuanxin pulled out the hand ax from the head of the white woman before, and sneered: "I Zhao Chuanxin wants you to die, and God will turn his head. He doesn't dare to care, you know?"

As soon as this statement came out, it cast a shadow over people's hearts.

Blasphemous.

Just now, these women looked on coldly at Chen Tao and Zhang Shangzhi who were being beaten. When passing by, they had to cover their mouths and noses in disgust, lift up their skirts, and assume a noble posture like a white lotus. They must not get out of the mud or be stained.

How proud I was just now, now I feel so scared and embarrassed.

At this time, Clarisse felt very unbearable and stopped him: "Don't..."

"Shut up!" Zhao Chuanxin suddenly turned around and pointed the ax at Claris, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Although Zhao Chuanxin had made some moves before and threatened to come to Huertas's residence to withdraw money, he had always been smiling.

Never been like now, as cold as a stone.

How did she know that Zhao Chuanxian had always been hard-hearted?

Seeing her, Nuonuo didn't dare to say anything. Zhao Chuanxin stood horizontally, slid and turned around.

Duh...

The woman's body lay limp on the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin looked back at Zhang Shangzhi: "Have you recovered?"

Zhang Shangzhi nodded.

Zhao Chuanxin: "Go on."

He threw the bloody ax away.

One dares to throw, the other dares to catch.

Zhang Shangzhi stretched out his hand and the handle of the ax fell into his palm, just right.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the group of white people: "Think about your despair just now, don't be soft-hearted!"

After saying that, he walked to the door of the banquet hall, blocked the way, stood with his sword hanging and watched quietly.

Zhang Shangzhi was hesitant at first.

The people who hit Chen Tao and injured him all died.

All that was left were the indifferent bystanders and those who insulted him.

Do these people deserve to die?

he does not know.

He is not a judge and cannot impose a sentence.

It should not lead to death, but...

Zhang Shangzhi looked at their desperate and helpless expressions and remembered what happened to him and Chen Tao just now.

If Zhao Chuanxin hadn't come today, they would probably be no better than these people.

Since man is a knife-server and I am a fish-meat, why can’t man be a fish-meat and I am a knife-server?

Zhang Shangzhi had a ferocious look on his face.

Thinking of the person who rolled his eyes at him before, he picked up the axe.

Chen Tao was stunned as he watched Zhang Shangzhi yelling crazily, chasing and slashing people who were running around in the hall.

Is this the same Zhang Shangzhi who was tired and sweating on the canal, always showing a naive smile? His biggest dream is to make money, marry a wife and give birth to a fat boy?

Seeing Zhang Shangzhi chop down a woman, Clarisse opened his mouth, but when he saw Zhao Chuanxin's cold side face covered in blood, he didn't dare to speak.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar and lit it, leaning against the door frame and watching quietly.

He suddenly said: "You said you want to go to the United States. Do you know that when you get to the United States, based on your skin color, you won't receive less glares than my two compatriots? Maybe you won't die, but you will definitely not be happy." And if there is a riot, death is possible. Now that Huertas is dead, do you still want to leave?"

Historically, there have been many examples of Americans using butcher knives against people of different skin colors.

Beating, smashing, robbing, and killing people were no easier than Zhao Chuanxin.

Claris bit his lip: "Is it like that in Hawaii?"

"No, the situation in Hawaii is much better." Zhao Chuanxin puffed out smoke: "The population there is complex, including Kanaka, Japanese, Koreans, Chinese, and of course white people."

From this time on, people in Central and South America began to fantasize about how great the United States was.

As everyone knows, until the 21st century, the United States was not friendly to immigrants like them.

Clarisse sighed: "I don't know."

Zhao Chuanxin stopped talking.

When Zhang Shangzhi stopped, he walked over with a sore and tired pace, panting heavily, and his tanned skin turned pale several degrees.

Out of breath, he leaned on his knees and said, "Zhao War God, that's all."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the banquet hall that looked like a Shura field and flicked his cigar away.

Not everyone died; many Latin Americans were alive and well and unscathed.

Although these people just looked on with cold eyes, they did not discriminate.

In fact, the attitude of Panamanians towards Chinese workers is acceptable.

Although Zhang Shangzhi was red-eyed, he did not act indiscriminately.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded.

He took a step forward and shouted, "Does anyone speak English?"

No one answered.

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes: "If someone can speak but doesn't tell me, he will die miserably. Let me ask again, does anyone understand English?"

"Yes, I understand, I understand..."

A Latin American man stood up and said with chattering teeth.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Don't be afraid, I just want you to bring a message."

"Please, please say..."

"I want you to give them a message respectively. First, give a message to the US Marine Corps stationed in Panama and the engineers here. If you dare to target the Chinese again and discriminate against them, I, Zhao Chuanxin, will come. Panama will kill them all, leaving no one behind!”

hiss……

The man didn't know Zhao Chuanxin, but he was frightened by these words.

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "Second, send a message to the people of United Fruit Company. It doesn't matter how they want to make their own laws for other workers. But if I, Zhao Chuanxin, hear again that they dare to treat Chinese workers inappropriately, You see, I will eliminate this company, even though I own their stock, I would rather lose money.”

He owned stock in the United Fruit Company, and plenty of it.

But he had never known the morality of this company before.

In the end, Zhao Chuanxin hesitated.

He originally wanted to warn Panamanians again, but then he thought about it. The current attitude of Panamanians towards Chinese workers was acceptable, and he did not want to cause a confrontation.

Then he said: "Finally, please explain to Manuel Amado for me that Huertas was killed because he arrested Chinese workers and lynched them!"