Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin was laughed at and raised his eyebrows: "Give you face?"

Weiying felt something was wrong, but still said: "Yes, Mr. Zhao, the chairman of Oriental International Company, a subsidiary of Oriental Syndicate, is Colonel Zeiss, and Colonel Zeiss is the chief financial adviser to King Leopold II of Belgium. Oriental Synjadi is in London, England, and has a royal background. We can turn our differences into friendship and discuss any issues."

He made it clear about the background of Eastern Syndicate and Eastern International Corporation to give himself more leverage.

But he saw Zhao Chuanxin pinching his cigar and pointing his finger at him: "The only reason why you are not dead now is because I need you to sign a contract later."

"What do you mean?" Wei Ying frowned, Lao Gao, with displeasure on his face.

"It means, who is the boss of Eastern Synjadi? Who is Leopold II?" Zhao Chuanxin glanced at De Cuilin again: "There is also an old immortal like you, you should still have some effect."

De Cuilin didn't care so much, and immediately felt happy.

As long as he is useful, it means there is no need to die for the time being.

Weiying was very annoyed: "Mr. Zhao, as far as I know, you have industries in Europe and the United States. Not everything can be solved with violence. Eastern Syndicate may not be able to do anything to you, but it can curb the development of your business... …”

Zhao Chuanxin slapped him with his backhand.

Snapped……

On Weiying's face, the purple-red four finger prints were more intense than the original color of his face.

He was shocked and angry, and wanted to curse.

But Zhao Chuanxin didn't give him a chance to speak at all. He grabbed his hair and pressed the cigar against his face, making a sizzling sound.

"what……"

The pain nerves on his face were densely packed, and Weiying screamed hysterically.

"Damn it, Faker, any cat or dog can threaten me?" Zhao Chuanxin grinded his cigar hard until it went out.

Then he let go of him.

Weiying stumbled back to his seat, covering his face with trembling hands, and looked at Zhao Chuanxin in horror.

At this time, the door of Yushengxuan was opened.

A little old man in official uniform filed in with a group of soldiers armed with live ammunition.

"Where is the thief committing murder here?" the little old man roared in a very majestic voice.

It turned out to be the cook in the back kitchen. When he discovered that a murder had occurred in the front hall and another gunshot was fired, he fled through the back door and reported it to the police.

Ye Rongguang, the prefect of Luanzhou in Zhili, who was anti-smuggling, happened to be working nearby. After hearing about it, he immediately led his troops to Yushengxuan.

After he finished yelling, he looked at Zhao Chuanxin's table.

Because everyone’s eyes are moving there, it’s obvious who the protagonist is.

Ye Rongguang was shocked when he saw Zhang Yi, who was bleeding on the ground and had no strength to call for help but was not dead yet, and Isaac, who was lying on the seat with his head bowed.

Whenever something happens to foreigners, they will bring trouble to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. The culprit must be caught first.

He exclaimed in shock: "Get the thief quickly!"

The soldiers behind him immediately raised their guns, and someone walked towards Zhao Chuanxin.

Many diners in Yu Shengxuan were relieved and thought they were saved.

The waiter who woke up on the ground also jumped up: "Old parents, this thief is blatantly committing murder and has no law. I suggest you shoot him first..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Chuanxin swung his hand and struck out with a knife, and the two waiters who had just gotten up fell to the ground.

Ye Rongguang was stunned.

As soon as he said that he had no law, Zhao Chuanxin killed someone right under his nose.

How brave!

But he couldn't order the shooting, because Yushengxuan was one of the largest and most famous restaurants in the area, with dignitaries and dignitaries coming and going, and there were also a large number of foreigners present. It would be troublesome if the bullet accidentally injured anyone.

He had to shout loudly: "Catch this beast!"

The soldiers approached step by step with guns in hand.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up, grabbed the boy from Wangjiazhuang who had been beaten by him before, and used him as a human shield to move towards the soldiers, regardless of his screams of terror.

At this time, the soldiers of the Qing court had no faith. They were a little panicked when they saw the corpse. They saw that Zhao Chuanxin was uncharacteristically approaching him and carrying a struggling living person was easier than carrying a dog. They became even more panicked. I was nervous, and my progress stopped involuntarily.

In full view of everyone, Zhao Chuanxin actually carried the Wangjiazhuang disciples and walked straight to the soldiers. He suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the barrel of the opponent's quick rifle, and snatched it away with a sudden pull.

He held the barrel of the gun and raised the butt.

The soldier next to him raised his gun and tried to block it, but he couldn't stop it at all. His head was smashed and bleeding.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and kicked the soldier backwards.

He picked up the collar of the Wangjiazhuang boy and smashed the head of another soldier.

The two soldiers who came to arrest Zhao Chuanxin both fell down when they met.

This scene stunned the diners in Yushengxuan and Zhizhou Ye Rongguang.

This is too fierce!

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly dwarfed.

boom!

It turned out that one of Ye Rongguang's soldiers was too nervous and pulled the trigger with his finger.

The smart gyroscope gave early warning, allowing Zhao Chuanxin to dodge first.

Ye Rongguang was also startled and extremely annoyed. Who the hell asked you to shoot?

The scene was so tense that the air froze, making it difficult to breathe.

Zhao Chuanxin's figure suddenly disappeared.

However, Ye Rongguang heard screams coming from behind him one after another, and the countdown continued, and the soldier who had just fired was pressed against the chin by the muzzle of the quick rifle that Zhao Chuanxin had snatched.

Ye Rongguang turned around suddenly and saw Zhao Chuanxin grinning at him, then pulling the trigger.

A smile is passed on, but life and death are unpredictable.

boom!

This shot was too cruel and the scene was terrible to watch.

Ye Rongguang's head was sprayed with an unknown substance. He had the biggest cold war in his life, and then he became motionless as if a body-holding spell had been cast on him.

There was no color in his face.

In fact, there were soldiers that Zhao Chuanxin failed to hit, but these people were frightened.

Zhao Chuanxin rubbed the muzzle of the gun and pulled the bolt, but did not lift it.

Instead, he looked around indifferently. The other soldiers either lowered their heads or stepped back with guilty conscience.

Zhao Chuanxin spat: "During the battle, he was able to fire without receiving orders. With this kind of psychological quality, I helped you eliminate him in advance."

Ye Rongguang opened his mouth, but was too frightened to speak.

He once led troops to confront the British, but he had never seen a war up close, nor had he been sprayed all over his head and face.

Zhao Chuanxin lit his cigar again: "What kind of official are you? What is your name?"

After a long while, Ye Rongguang regained his composure, and then said in a hoarse voice: "I, Ye Rongguang, is the governor of Luanzhou."

Zhao Chuanxin turned around, pointed at a group of soldiers and said, "Put down your guns, line up and stand against the wall."

The soldiers looked at each other and looked at Ye Rongguang, who was expressionless.

Zhao Chuanxin raised the muzzle of his gun and shot one person in the thigh.

boom!

The man clutched his thigh and moaned.

"Stand in line against the wall!"

There was a soldier who was struggling in his heart. The muzzle of his gun was up and down. He wanted to raise it and shoot but was too timid. If he didn't shoot, Shangguan would be in the opponent's hands.