Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

The characteristics of the shirt and mask brought an advantage to Zhao Chuanxin.

Even when he puts on a woolen coat, leather shoes, and a top hat, even when riding a horse, he looks like a gentleman, completely different from an outlaw who kills everyone.

Walking struttingly on the street, you won't attract any more eyes.

Mishan seemed to be enjoying a rare leisurely moment as well. The orange-red sunset, hidden in the low clouds and mist, cast a glow on one person and one horse.

Mishan walked very slowly, looking at the passing carriages and the horses pulling them from time to time.

No matter what kind of creature, the brain can be developed through communication.

Gan Fan can communicate with Mi Shan, although Zhao Chuanxin doesn't know which language he relies on.

Today, Mishan is smarter than when he first met him.

"Sorry..."

Zhao Chuanxin even guessed: "Do you miss a woman?"

"Sorry..."

"Please remember that you are not a stallion. You must be like your master and know how to keep yourself clean."

……

In front of Abraham Cohen's house.

At this time, Abraham Cohen was talking to several Jews.

Abraham Cohen said: "The first food truck will be released tomorrow. Gentlemen, I think it is time to make a choice. My cousin is still in prison, and I am the one who can afford to eat for you now."

Several Jews hesitated, and one of them said: "Abraham, you know better than us who my cousin is. When he comes out, if he knows that you have taken his place..."

"You're wrong. I didn't take his position. I asked you to make a choice. Don't belittle yourselves. His reputation was built by you."

Abraham Cohen was smart enough to show respect and recognition to them first.

"I'll join!"

"I'll join in too."

A group of people expressed their opinions one after another.

Abraham Cohen's eyes flashed: "That being the case, gentlemen, I have to ask something now."

Several people's expressions changed.

But he didn't speak.

Sure enough, Abraham Cohen asked the question that they were unwilling to answer: "Rebecca's brother, my childhood friend, Nathan Levy, said he fled to the West. But I don't think he ran away, I I think he is dead. His death is related to his cousin, right?"

Several people bowed their heads and remained silent.

Abraham Cohen sneered: "If you don't say anything, I will take it as admitting it."

Someone said: "When Nathan Levi got into trouble outside, his cousin helped him solve the trouble and blocked a knife for him. But while his cousin was in the hospital, he stole his money."

"I knew it was my cousin who killed him! My cousin had already killed Nathan, but he kept it secret from Rebecca and asked her to marry him in exchange for a favor?" Abraham Cohen gradually became excited. "What did Rebecca do wrong to marry the enemy who killed her brother?"

Just as several people were about to speak, a black woman with a "burly" physique came over menacingly.

When he came closer, he pointed at Abraham Cohen and yelled: "You stinky son of a bitch, a cold-blooded executioner, kill my Isaiah..."

While crying, he rushed forward as if he wanted to tear Abraham Cohen into pieces.

Everyone quickly stopped her.

But this black woman with all her flesh was like a lunatic, and even the men couldn't stop her.

Abraham Cohen was so disgraced that he forgot to question several people about Rebecca Levi's brother.

Just when he was at a loss, he heard someone say unhurriedly: "I killed Isaiah."

In the commotion just now, no one noticed that Zhao Chuanxin had arrived.

His voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear and decisive.

This black woman is Isaiah's mother. When Zhao Chuanxin came out of Xinxin Prison, the first person he looked for was Isaiah.

At that time, it was she who opened the door.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and dismounted.

The black woman was stunned for a moment, then cried and howled: "You have been stabbed a thousand times, I'm going to kill you..."

As he spoke, he was about to rush this way.

Several Jews hurriedly stopped him.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand, signaling for them to let go.

The black woman lost her restraints and rushed over with a howl.

Zhao Chuanxin stood quietly and looked at her quietly.

Halfway through the charge, the black woman's momentum gradually stopped and she stopped completely about three meters away from Zhao Chuanxin.

Because, Zhao Chuanxin's face was calm, but his eyes were cold.

A group of people were stunned.

Just one look frightened the mother who lost her son.

How murderous is the boss?

When Zhao Chuanxin saw her stop, he stopped barking and said coldly: "Who gave you the illusion that I don't kill women?"

"I……"

"Do you know why Isaiah died?"

"I……"

"He betrayed me ungratefully and wanted to kill me. Killers will always be killed. I ask you if you have any problems? If you have a problem, you have a problem. I will not let you leave here alive today!"

The black woman was so frightened that her face turned pale: "I...I have no problem."

She suddenly remembered that Isaiah was not the only person Zhao Chuanxin killed.

Many people know that there is a evil star like Chen Yigeng in New York.

Soon, all of New York will know who is the "King of New York"!

"No problem, just get out, if you let me see you again, I will fucking kill your whole family!"

How did the black woman run here and back? Even though she is fat, she is as fast as a rabbit.

Abraham Cohen smiled wryly.

This woman is so picky!

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him: "Go back to Situ's lawyer Juvenile Roosevelt and hire him as a legal advisor. If something like this happens again, fight him directly until he is subdued, and leave the rest to the lawyer." (Ronaldinho)

Everyone was in awe.

This is how bosses do things.

Abraham Cohen quickly changed the subject: "Boss, the first dining truck will be renovated tomorrow. Who do you think you would pick for trial operation?"

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while: "Find someone who is honest, hard-working, responsible, cautious and delicate."

A group of people were dumbfounded.

A Jew stammered: "Boss, with all due respect, there are no such people in our circle, and neither are the Smith brothers."

They are scoundrel-like characters who can act recklessly or extort people's money, even if they fight, they just don't have anything to do with honesty, hard work, responsibility, etc.

"..." Zhao Chuanxin was speechless for a moment: "Our first dining truck is a model truck. We need to give franchisees confidence. It is a face-saving project. You know this, right? We must find someone reliable!"

Although Abraham Cohen was smart, he also had no business experience.

Of course, Zhao Chuanxin didn't think it through as well.

Everyone was in trouble and their faces were full of confusion.

Where can I find such a person?

After a while, Abraham Cohen's eyes suddenly lit up: "Boss, Rebecca can do it!"

Zhao Chuanxin frowned.

For the first food truck, he would rather have a man do it.