The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

In the past, Zhao Chuanxin never fought with anyone in close combat.

But after losing the devil crystal glasses, he suddenly discovered that as long as he worked hard,

If the enemy doesn't use weapons, he can do miracles with great force.

Lift your leg and kick sideways.

When it comes to flexibility, Zhao Chuanxin, who practices balance, can do the splits without even frowning.

A quick and powerful side kick couldn't be easier.

This kick was much easier than when he kicked Kang Youwei.

A crew member flew out and knocked down a spectator.

The other person stopped moving forward.

If he didn't come forward, Zhao Chuanxin would take the initiative.

He touched Henry Elliot's feet to the deck, then grabbed his neck and dragged him along. Even so, he was in front of the second crew member in an instant and grabbed the crew member's hair.

The crew members were alive and naturally refused to submit.

But he never expected that Zhao Chuanxin would be so fast while holding a "oil bottle".

What's special is that it's as fast as the wind and as hard to understand as the clouds.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the crewman's long hair, pressed the back of his head, and hit him hard on the door and iron railing.

In just one stroke, it was erect.

The crew members' heads buzzed.

The entire bridge of the nose collapsed, which was very scary.

At this time, the tourists watching the excitement started to scream.

Especially the two white women who had secretly laughed at Clarisse before, wanted to escape from the place of right and wrong.

At this time, Claris stretched his legs.

Claris is not as strong as Mahina, the tattoo artist of the Kanaka tribe, but she is also far plumper than women of this era, especially her legs, which are thick and round, but she can serve Captain Zhao well.

The two white women looked thin, with dry airport figures and not even a ounce of flesh on their bodies.

After being tripped by this, he suddenly fell down.

American:"……"

I blanched...it seems like I hit an iron plate today.

He is a smart man. Judging from Zhao Chuanxin's unruly and prickly manner, as well as his strength, this man is definitely not an ordinary person.

But he had already exchanged names with Henry Elliot, and with his status, he could never let anything happen to Henry Elliot on an American ship.

So, he stood up and said: "Stop, I am Francis Fuller, an American diplomat. I am going to China for a visit. No matter who you are, stop your barbaric and rude behavior immediately, otherwise you will pay a heavy price."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him: "Your identity as an American will lead to the loss of your dignity."

As he said that, Zhao Chuanxin used his free left hand to step forward and round it out.

"Snapped……"

Francis Fuller was beaten so badly that stars appeared in his eyes.

He was furious: "You've caused a big trouble for you..."

"There are many American diplomats, but you diplomats like to jump around. They sneak around here and there, and they are the ones who are beaten."

"Snapped……"

Another mouthful.

Somehow, after hearing about Francis Fuller's identity, Zhao Chuanxin wanted to beat him up.

Francis Fuller got it.

This guy is not stingy, no matter what name he gives, it doesn't matter.

He simply kept silent.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Chuanxin stopped touching him.

At this time, Henry Elliot was choked by Zhao Chuanxin and stopped breathing in and out. The blood in his aorta was not flowing smoothly. He had already started to roll his eyes and went into shock just by looking at him.

Zhao Chuanxin's right arm suddenly exerted force and actually threw a large living person up, although it was not high.

Then he caught it with his left arm and continued to strangle his throat.

He picked up the Redemption Staff in his right hand and slammed it down with the head of the staff.

Once, twice, three times...

At this time, Henry Elliot, the Queen's son-in-law and steward to the Marquess of Lorenzo, was no longer human.

The onlookers on the deck were stunned.

So cruel!

He was beaten to death with a stick in shock.

Zhao Chuanxin threw the body into the sea, walked up to Francis Fuller, and wiped the blood on his suit from the scepter of redemption.

Francis Fuller trembled, but did not dare to move, for fear that Henry Elliot might be a lesson to him.

After wiping it clean, Zhao Chuanxin looked around with cold eyes and said: "That idiot just said what he said about the order of hierarchy, Zhao took it seriously.

In that case, just follow what he said.

From this day forward no white man was allowed to be seen on deck. "

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin's words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

This feeling is like playing a game. A person who is very good at the game mocks a player who can achieve 100% C because his skills are not relevant.

In the eyes of these white people, as long as there is no discrimination against Asians, then Asians should be grateful.

But now Zhao Chuanxin is completely reversed, how can they accept this?

A white man couldn't hold it back: "This is unfair? Why?"

Whoosh...

Duh!

A handaxe cut into the man's forehead.

The female companion next to him couldn't believe her eyes, crying and shaking the man who fell on the deck.

She raised her head, pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and cursed like a shrew: "You will not die well, you will go to hell..."

The voice was stern and sharp, revealing a deadly determination.

Zhao Chuanxin twisted his neck: "I'll send you down first!"

With that said, he quickly stepped forward and pulled the ax out of the man's skull.

Duh!

The voice stopped!

I blanched... This time, there was silence on the deck.

No matter who he was, he didn't dare to say another word.

Even women are killed!

Zhao Chuanxin took one leg of each man and woman, struggled with their arms, and threw them into the sea.

He pointed his ax at everyone: "Don't say you didn't predict what you said. From today on, any white man who dares to step onto the deck will have to see if your character is strong enough!"

Francis Fuller broke into a cold sweat.

His teeth chattered and his voice changed: "I know, you, you, you are Zhao Chuanxin..."

Zhao Chuanxin: "Grandpa is here!"

Francis Fuller: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin glared: "Get out of here!"

The group of people dispersed with a crash.

Zhao Chuanxin also saw a lady's leather shoe falling on the deck.

Others entered the wrong room in a panic, but did not have the courage to walk out.

There were only blood stains on the deck.

Francis Fuller is indeed very smart. As a diplomat, he has strong adaptability.

Instead of running back to his cabin, he went to the captain's cabin.

There is a commotion outside, and the captain is already gathering his crew to prepare for resistance.

But was stopped by Francis Fuller.

He said: "It doesn't matter if you die, but I still need to live. Without you, none of us would be able to sail the ship and we would be lost in the vast Pacific Ocean."

The captain was unconvinced and boasted: "Sir, we have weapons and guns. We sailors are not afraid of anyone."

Francis Fuller jumped: "His name is Zhao Chuanxin. You are not afraid of anyone, right? Then go out and beat him yourself. If you can survive the first round, I will have the same surname as you."

The captain was stunned: "Why does this name feel familiar?"

"Butcher of the Far East!" Francis Fuller warned.

The captain's face turned pale: "Let's all go back to work. Anyway, the bodies have been cleaned up. I will discuss with him later to clean up the blood stains on the deck. After all, he still needs us to sail to Hawaii."

Francis Fuller commends himself for his wit.

Look, I am so smart. Otherwise, if I were not beaten to death, I would end up drifting in the endless ocean, starving to death, dying of thirst, and disease... He never thought about it, and Zhao Chuanxin would definitely not be able to think about it.

Therefore, he said proudly: "You know? I am a diplomat. I am visiting China. In addition to looking up the information of officials such as Cixi, Li Hongzhang, and Aixinjueluo Yikuang, the one I have studied the most is Zhao Chuanxin."

The captain gave a thumbs up: "Extremely far-sighted and wise choice."

In fact, not only white people, no matter what their skin color, no one except Zhao Chuanxin and Claris dared to go on the deck.

But the crew needs to move around.

While Zhao Chuanxin was enjoying the sea breeze, the captain walked out of the captain's room holding a white flag: "Mr. Zhao, don't shoot, don't shoot, I am the captain, I have something to say..."

Clarisse: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin: "If you have something to report, please tell me, but it doesn't hurt to talk about it."

The captain said pitifully: "Mr. Zhao, the crew needs to work and pass through the deck."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Okay, come to the deck, you can only work."

"Yes, sir."

Clarisse watched the captain leave in a submissive manner and said: "I understand why you said that I would be very unhappy if I went to the United States. Why do they classify people into different grades? In Panama, there are only poor and rich people. . The rich are at ease, and the poor are just as happy. It is best not to offend the river."

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "On the other hand, you are like mud that can't support the wall. That's why you can be colonized for hundreds of years. The blood of colonizers flows in your body."

Claris was unconvinced: "But the colonists are also my ancestors. Of course I will not hate my ancestors."

"What you said makes sense." Zhao Chuanxin did not deny it: "But I will prevent this kind of thing from happening in my country."

"Then you look down on me too?"

"Well, almost, maybe that's the case. Look at you, your butt is so big, of course I look down on you."

Clarisse turned his anger into joy: "I knew you liked it."

"It's okay, that's all."

"..."

The next time will be very interesting.

Zhao Chuanxin saw the crew delivering meals to each cabin, and then from time to time someone would come out with the crew to wipe the deck or do other shipping work.

Whenever it is necessary to come out, you must work. If you don't know how to do it, you have to pretend to do it.

Just because Zhao Chuanxin told the captain: You can only go on the deck if you are working.

The captain then shivered a little.

In the restaurant, Zhao Chuanxin and Claris were the only ones dining.

When passing those people, Zhao Chuanxin would also spit: "Dirty and despicable bitches."

The scolded person said nothing and did not dare to look at Zhao Chuanxin.

Is it right or wrong to retaliate directly?

Confucius is right.

But some moral gentlemen keep saying that the abused cannot become the perpetrators, otherwise they will be no different from the perpetrators.

If the abused will always remain the abused, and the abuser will be forgiven after reforming, then what kind of justice will there be in this world?

A good person cannot do a bad thing, and a bad person can immediately become a Buddha by putting down his butcher knife.

Who is stupid?

When Claris saw Zhao Chuanxin returning to the cabin, he kicked the white passenger who was wiping the deck on the shoulder and knocked him down: "A good dog doesn't block the way!"

The man didn't dare to speak, so he swallowed his anger.

Claris persuaded in a low voice: "Let's not go too far, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the nail plate: "How about you work with them, and I can be the boss myself."

"No, I have a feeling you're going to need me at night."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "A lonely soul never needs company."

Clarisse stamped his feet: "I am capable and will satisfy you."

"Stop talking nonsense and go back to bed. Tomorrow I have to continue reading with my head hanging down and my buttocks pierced. It's about to reach a critical moment."