The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin had already warned him. Whether he could leave or not was Chen Bangshu's business.

He pushed aside the crowd roughly, walked under the table, and looked up at the man on the table.

Jesus Francis also noticed Zhao Chuanxin, saw his face, and said angrily: "What are you looking at?"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his fingers and said, "Come down."

Jesus Francis stared: "What will happen if I go down?"

"You'll know when you get down."

Jesus Francis looked around. They were all Mexicans, and he suddenly felt confident: "I want to see what you can do to me."

Outside, Chen Bangshu's nervous forehead was sweating and he was stamping his feet.

"Hey, Mr. Zhao, why are you provoking the locals? We live our lives honestly and cannot offend others! Otherwise, how can we survive?"

Of course, two years later, he couldn't say that.

Without provoking anyone, his old wife was hacked to death by local mobs...

In this world, if you are honest, you will be safe and sound; if you work hard, you will not offend others; if you are kind, you will be invincible...

But Jesus Francis got off the table, stood in front of Zhao Chuanxin, raised his head, and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin provocatively: "You are Chinese, right? You guys are not good people."

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand and puckered his fingers.

Gaba.

"Ouch..."

Zhao Chuanxin had already raised his fingers countless times.

He took out his cigarette, lit it, and blew the smoke into Jesus Francis' face: "I am Chinese, do you have any objections?"

There was an uproar all around.

Pointed at Zhao Chuanxin.

Jesus Francis was angry: "I will fight with you."

He lowered his head, bent down, and charged, all in one go.

Zhao Chuanxin was unmoved, holding his forehead with his left hand, holding a cigarette between his thumb and index finger on his right hand and pressing it on Jesus Francis's dark face.

Sizzling...

"Ah..." Jesus Francis screamed when he was burned.

Zhao Chuanxin lit the extinguished cigarette butt with the old god's crucible brand, and took another puff. The taste was a bit wrong.

He stretches his legs and stumbles.

Jesus Franris tripped and fell to the ground. Zhao Chuanxin squatted down and strangled his neck.

Jesus Francis couldn't help but stick out his tongue, and Zhao Chuanxin pressed the cigarette butt on his tongue: "I'm going to make you talk too much!"

Jesus Francis' tongue suffered a disaster, and the cigarette butt slipped into his mouth and was blocked by Zhao Chuanxin.

"Woooooooo..."

Jesus Francis kicked his legs randomly and slapped Zhao Chuanxin's forearm with both hands, but his forearm was like cast iron and was difficult to shake.

Some Mexicans around him shouted angrily: "Let him go! You Chinese guy, if you don't let me go, I'll make you look good."

Zhao Chuanxin was really obedient, let go, stood up, and came to this person: "Oh? What do you want to do, let me hear it?"

The man was speechless.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and held it in his arms.

"Crack!"

The man's head was shaking, saliva and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

Zhao Chuanxin made another big backhand: "I'm fucking asking you, what do you want to do?"

The man was stunned and couldn't speak for a long time.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the others: "Damn it, did the Chinese dig up your ancestral graves? Or did they go to your house to rob your women? Or did they go to your house to rob your money? How jealous are you of the money you earn through your own skills? As long as the Chinese are half as diligent as they are, why are they here listening to them?”

At this time, a strong Mexican stood out from the crowd and said: "Chinese, get out of Torreon, get out of Mexico."

As he spoke, he shook his fist at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin put his ear on his head and leaned over.

The hanging ear blocks the punch, and then uses the elbow to knock it away.

The strong Mexican, who weighed more than 90 kilograms, flew backwards, knocking over three people and falling to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin followed a group of domestic fighters to steal his skills, and his experience points increased by more than one star.

Those people who were called "grandmasters" by later generations were far inferior to Lao Zhao in terms of body control and strength.

Neither can the sharpshooter Li Shuwen.

Zhao Chuanxin started beating him up, and he slapped his arms on both sides indiscriminately and beat him randomly.

"Who the hell has any objections? Come on, tell me."

It was so brutal that no one dared to come forward.

Zhao Chuanxin spat on the ground, turned around and squeezed into the crowd.

When everyone wanted to move away, they found that there was no trace of him.

Someone went to help the strong Mexican man on the ground, but was shocked to find that the man had no breath and pulse: "He was beaten to death!"

Everyone was shocked. Can such a strong person be killed in one blow?

Zhao Chuanxin found Chen Bangshu.

Chen Bangshu's eyes flickered and he asked: "Mr. Zhao, who are you?"

It's not like he hasn't seen fights before. In this era, there are countless Chinese who practice a few fists and kicks for self-defense.

There are also many practitioners in Situ Meitang's gang.

But compared to the person in front of them, they were like playing house.

Zhao Chuanxin took a sip of the mineral water he was given and said, "It's not good for you to know who I am. Tell me about Kang Youwei's situation."

Chen Bangshu said as he walked: "Kang Nanhai, it's hard to explain in one sentence. The Royalist Association is no longer the original Royalist Association. They have done a lot of evil..."

So he told Zhao Chuanxin everything that had happened recently.

Zhao Chuanxin was silent for a long time and asked him: "Where is Liu Shenqi now?"

Chen Bangshu sighed: "That day, Tan Yingzong was beaten up by the thugs from the Royalist Society, and then he was taken to the police station and detained. He will not be released unless he is paid."

With that said, the two came to a grocery store.

There were nine topless Chinese people surrounding the stall outside the grocery store, grabbing melon seeds, dried fruits and other items as they wanted to leave, laughing and joking.

When the shop owner stopped him, he was slapped in the arm and hit the stall, causing the things to fall to the floor.

Several people came forward and kicked and punched him.

The stall owner wailed.

The waiters in the store came out to start a fight and were knocked down together.

At this time, Mexican police from Torreon City were patrolling nearby and heard the noise and came over.

The leader stepped forward, nodded, and put something in the other person's pocket. The policeman actually turned around and left.

The stall owner looked desperate.

Chen Bangshu pulled Zhao Chuanxin behind a pillar and pointed at the group of people furtively: "Here, those are the people from the Royalist Association. The leader is Tan Yingzong. He is Kang Nanhai's number one henchman in Torreon City."

Zhao Chuanxin patted Chen Bangshu on the shoulder: "Wait here and don't show your face."

"Hey, hey..." Chen Bangshu shouted in a low voice from behind, but Zhao Chuanxin didn't turn around. He stamped his feet anxiously: "Those guys with guys on them are all done, all done..."

It was too late to say anything, Zhao Chuanxin had already arrived in front of Liu Shenqi and others.

Someone saw him staring straight in the eyes, twitching his neck and trying to push him, saying, "Damn it, what are you looking at? You..."

Halfway through his words, Zhao Chuanxin's fist had already hit him in the mouth.

The golden bell compressed, and Zhao Chuanxin retreated.

When Tan Yingzong saw one of his people being beaten, he laughed angrily: "You are so fucking tired of living. There are no Chinese in Torreon City..."

Before he finished speaking, the head of the man who had just been punched by Zhao Chuanxin exploded with a "bang".

Torn apart.

Chen Bangshu hiding behind the pillar: "..."

Tan Yingzong: "..."

Someone was so frightened that he pulled out a machete from his waistband. Zhao Chuanxin did not retreat but moved forward. He stepped forward, held the opponent's arm and pushed him back.

laugh……

How could this man resist Zhao Chuanxin's strength? His neck was immediately opened.

Zhao Chuanxin held the back of the knife, held it in his hand, and with the handle in his hand, he turned around and chopped at the person next to him.

Puff puff puff...

The knife was almost an afterimage. In the blink of an eye, the man was hit by more than ten knives, and the cut was like a piece of rag...

"You, you, you..."

Tan Yingzong was so frightened that he was speechless.

Zhao Chuanxin thrust the knife forward and stuffed it into Tan Yingzong's mouth. Zhao Chuanxin said coldly: "Bite."

Tan Yingzong did not dare to disobey and closed his upper and lower teeth obediently.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled ferociously and pulled the knife sideways.

laugh.

Tan Yingzong's cheek was opened.

"Well..."

Someone was trying to run away, but Zhao Chuanxin swung out his knife, hitting him right in the back.

The man fell to the ground and howled.

The remaining four people's hands and feet were numb.

They committed evil deeds, especially targeting Chinese people, and even dared to kill people and set fires.

But I have never encountered such a cruel person.

If you disagree, you will take action, and you will kill someone with your actions, and killing someone is not just a nod.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Tan Yingzong quietly: "Let me ask you, where is Kang Youwei?"

Tan Yingzong's pupils shrank, but he hesitated and refused to answer.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his index finger and stabbed it towards his shoulder.

With a flash of red light, his finger penetrated Tan Yingzong's shoulder.

"Ah..." Tan Yingzong let out a scream that didn't sound like a human voice.

"Where is Kang Youwei?"

"Master Kang has left Mexico..." Tan Yingzong did not dare to hide it.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know. His old man refuses to tell."

Zhao Chuanxin stabbed him through the shoulder hole on the other side, and there was another bloody hole.

"Ah...I really don't know."

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "Where is Liu Shenqi?"

"At the police station on the west side."

Zhao Chuanxin asked the other four people: "What he knows, do you all know it?"

"I know, I know..." The four of them nodded.

Zhao Chuanxin took Tan Ying's whip and raised the light blade in his hand.

laugh.

It looks like a hand knife can beheaded.

Zhao Chuanxin carried the head back and threw it on the ground, then raised his leg and stomped it down.

Puff puff puff puff...

Again and again until flat.

The four people were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground and became incontinent.

The grocery store owner was dumbfounded and had forgotten the pleasure of revenge.

In the past, when Zhao Chuanxin encountered this hateful thing, he would feel relieved by killing him.

But now I don’t know why, the more I kill, the more violent I feel.

He pointed at the four of them and said: "Don't leave, we haven't settled the accounts yet. If anyone dares to run away, I will chop him up."

The four of them were like four puddles of mud, their strength to nod was gone, and only huge fear remained.

Zhao Chuanxin walked towards the police station.

When he arrived at the police station, he ran his fingers across the wall, and a piece of colored porcelain was cut off by the light blade, and the stubble was sharp.

Zhao Chuanxin approached the police station, looked at the police station with eagle eyes, and asked: "Where is Liu Shenqi being held?"

The policeman in question raised his head, spat, and turned away with disdain.

Zhao Chuanxin moved his hand forward to explore.

laugh……

The policeman covered his neck, staggered back, and made a "gurgle" in his mouth.

Zhao Chuanxin asked other police officers in a cold voice: "Where is Liu Shenqi being held?"

A policeman went to draw his gun.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his hand, and the pieces of colored porcelain flew out in a swirl, just in time to cut the wrist of the policeman who had taken out his gun.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the pen on his desk, took a step forward four meters, and stabbed the policeman's eye with precision.

"Where is Liu Shenqi?"

The remaining two policemen pointed in a certain direction with trembling fingers.

There was a cell where prisoners were temporarily detained. Zhao Chuanxin saw a little old man with a goatee, dirty and very embarrassed.

"Liu Shenqi?"

The little old man was lost and looked up blankly: "How do you want to punish me? I won't give you any money even if I die. You might as well kill me..."

Zhao Chuanxin snapped his fingers and the cell lock was cut off. He pushed the door open and said, "Follow me."

Liu Shenqi discovered that he had broken the lock, and knew that he could not be a member of the Royal Society, and he must not be a Mexican policeman, because he was a Chinese.

He quickly got up and ran out of the cell, but he was even more confused and didn't know where to go.

Zhao Chuanxin snapped his fingers and cut off a section of the prison iron rod. The stubble was sharp.

Liu Shenqi felt that his eyes must be dim, otherwise how could people cut steel with their fingers?

"I, I..." Liu Shenqi choked and said, "I have prayed to all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, are you finally willing to send gods to save me?"

In another cell, a fierce prisoner leaned on the railing and stared at Zhao Chuanxin: "Chinaman, let me go, otherwise when I get out, I will definitely..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Chuanxin's iron rod had already been sent into the opponent's mouth.

puff.

The man's mouth opened wide with disbelief on his face.

He just threatened casually, but he was killed...

The other prisoners in the cell remained silent and retreated suddenly: "It has nothing to do with me, you can leave..."

Without even looking at them, Zhao Chuanxin pulled out the iron rod, shook off the blood, came to the corner, and waved to Liu Shenqi, whose goatee was shaking with fear.

Gods and Buddhas?

Gods and Buddhas would never be so cruel and murderous without blinking an eye.

Liu Shenqi hesitated whether to follow him.

At this time, messy footsteps sounded from the corner.

Three Mexican policemen ran over in a hurry. When they saw Liu Shenqi, they cursed: "I told you to run away, look at me..."

They didn't see Zhao Chuanxin hiding in the corner.

Tsk, Tsk, Tsk.

Zhao Chuanxin stabbed straight from behind, straight, straight.

Three times, the three of them settled the account.

Liu Shenqi was so shocked that his legs were numb, so when Zhao Chuanxin asked him to follow him, the little old man couldn't move his legs.

The prisoners in the cell were huddled in the corner, arms trembling.

Zhao Chuanxin was happy: "I'll count to three. If you don't follow me, I'll just kill you together. Three!"

These words were more effective than anything else. Liu Shenqi's old cold legs immediately gained strength and he trotted to keep up.

When he came to the lobby, Liu Shenqi saw that there was no one alive and wanted to go out, but was pulled by Zhao Chuanxin and dragged behind the wall.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up a Pieper-Nagant rifle in the police station, with an ammunition capacity of 9 rounds.

He pulled the bolt, suddenly ducked to the door and fired.

Bang.

Liu Shenqi heard screams outside. Apparently someone had been shot and killed.

It turned out that the two policemen whom Zhao Chuanxin had not killed before went to bring in reinforcements.

Bang bang bang...

While they were shooting, Zhao Chuanxin pulled the bolt and loaded the gun. When the gunfire stopped, he leaned out.

Bang.

Another exclamation.

Then there was the sound of messy footsteps.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the bolt and leaned forward again.

Bang.

This time he hid behind the wall, stood at the door and fired one shot and pulled the bolt, a total of 8 shots, and all the police officers outside were shot.

Zhao Chuanxin tilted his upper body back slightly and waved to Liu Shenqi.

Liu Shenqi followed up to take a look.

I blanch...

Outside, there were corpses of Mexican police officers everywhere.

"You, who are you?"

Not only did he have this question, but Chen Bangshu also had this question.

After Zhao Chuanxin went to the police station, he went around and took a peek near the police station.

He was still worried when he saw the police squatting outside.

When the police outside were wiped out, he became even more frightened.

This person is an absolute gangster!

Zhao Chuanxin threw away the gun and went outside to search the policeman's waist for a Colt runner. He shook the runner to see if it was full of ammunition.

His body was all sticky and covered in blood. Zhao Chuanxin pulled his collar and tore it casually. His T-shirt fell into pieces and he rubbed the blood randomly before throwing it away.

Zhao Chuanxin inserted the wheel back into his waist and walked out with Liu Shenqi.

Chen Bangshu thought he was hiding a secret and had no intention of showing up, but found that Zhao Chuanxin made a gesture to him from a distance, meaning to go back.

Chen Bangshu: "..."

When Zhao Chuanxin arrived near the four people from the Royal Society, he found that there was no one there except for blood and urine stains on the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Run?"

The stars and the moon detected and gave the direction. Zhao Chuanxin took Liu Shenqi around in the alley and soon came to a small courtyard. He pushed the door and the courtyard door was bolted inside.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked his fingers, and the light blade passed through the crack of the door. The door bolt was broken, and he pushed the door open and entered.

In the courtyard, the four people were shivering and had not yet recovered. When they heard the creak of the door, they turned their heads in horror, as if they had encountered a ghost, and their faces turned pale.

“Zhao must practice what he preaches!”

Zhao Chuanxin sneered and stepped forward, his fingers flying, the light blades coming out frequently, and the skin, flesh and clothes of one of them fell like crumbs.

"Ouch...ah..."

The man let out a pitiful howl like a pig being killed.

One of the other three people trembled violently, fell to the ground and twitched a few more times. He was actually scared to death.

But Liu Shenqi said that when he saw these four people, he recognized them as members of the Kang Youwei Emperor's Loyal Society, and wanted to remind Zhao Chuanxin.

At this moment, I couldn't say anything anymore.

One of the royal loyalists was chopped to death in front of this demon king, another was frightened to death, and the remaining two were not much better.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that the remaining two people had collapsed emotionally, became incontinent, and began to cry.

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Should you die?"

The two said in unison: "Damn it."

Not even begging for mercy, but begging for a quick death and leaving a whole body.

Zhao Chuanxin's murderous intention was restrained, and his anger was temporarily gone.

He directed Liu Shenqi: "Go into the room and bring out a chair."

Although Liu Shenqi was old, his adrenaline surged and his legs were nimble. He trotted into the house and brought out a chair for Zhao Chuanxin to sit down.

Zhao Chuanxin lit up his cigarette, took a puff and asked, "Tell me all the bad things you have done."

The two of them spoke to each other, not daring to hide anything.

Shake off Kang Youwei's shady activities.

Liu Shenqi on the side gritted his teeth and cursed "old man" and "hypocrite".

After hearing this, Zhao Chuanxin pointed at Liu Shenqi: "Who is there who has been tricked like him and is still alive?"

"It doesn't exist in Mexico anymore, but I heard from people that there was a wealthy Guangxi businessman in New York named Shen Dengjia, who was also falsely accused and taken to the police station."

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while and did not kill the two of them.

He said: "You two will be spared. You will send Liu Shenqi on the ship back to China, and then stay in Torreon City to serve as my internal correspondent. Once there is news about Kang Youwei, report it to me as soon as possible. This is the telegram address. Or that one In other words, if you dare to run away or if you dare to do something wrong, I will find you no matter where you are, and I will kill you.”

"I don't dare, I don't dare..." The two of them swore with tears streaming down their noses and pointing to the sky.

Liu Shenqi was a little moved.

This man not only saved him, but also saved him to the end.

After thinking about it, he suddenly approached Zhao Chuanxin and said in a very low voice: "If I guess correctly, you are Mr. Zhao, the God of War..."

Perhaps this person can be regarded as one of the gods and Buddhas in the sky...

…

Flos Feng left Mushan County satisfied.

All the evidence he wants is available.

So we met with representatives from the ten countries in advance and held a pre-conference meeting.

Why the Ten Kingdoms?

In addition to Japan, Britain, Germany, Russia, Belgium, France, Austria-Hungary, Italy, and Spain, there was also the Qing Dynasty.

In fact, some of these countries had no quarrel with Zhao Chuanxin, such as the Austro-Hungarian Empire and Italy. Zhao Chuanxin had not killed a single soldier of them.

But they were also afraid that Zhao Chuanxin would act randomly, so it was necessary to restrict his movements.

At the pre-meeting meeting, Floss Feng's first words were: "I have obtained enough evidence of guilt. This meeting will not only restrict Zhao Chuanxin's actions, but also restrict, remove and confiscate Zhao Chuanxin's advanced weapons and equipment." , at the same time, the backwaters must return South Korea’s territory.”

Yinchang, the representative of the Qing Dynasty, couldn't wait to jump out and raised his hands and feet in agreement: "I agree!"