mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1015 Zhao keeps his word

Zhao Chuanxin had already warned him that whether to leave or not was Chen Bangshu's business.

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

Jesus Frances also noticed Zhao Chuanxin, and when he saw his face, he said unhappily, "What are you looking at?"

Zhao Chuanxin hooked his finger: "Come down."

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

"You'll know when you come down."

Jesus Frances looked around and saw that they were all Mexicans. He immediately became confident: "I want to see what you can do to me."

Outside, Chen Bangshu was so nervous that sweat appeared on his forehead and he kept stamping his feet.

"Hey, Mr. Zhao, why do you want to provoke the locals? We live an honest life and cannot offend anyone! Otherwise, how can we survive?"

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

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

In this world, you can’t be safe just by being honest, you can’t offend others just by doing your job, and you can’t be invincible just by being kind…

Jesus Frances got off the table, stood in front of Zhao Chuanxin, raised his head, pointed at Zhao Chuanxin provocatively: "You are Chinese, right? You are all bad guys."

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand and raised his fingers.

Gaba.

"Ow..."

Zhao Chuanxin had lost count of how many times he had curled his fingers.

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

There was an uproar all around.

Pointing fingers at Zhao Chuanxin.

Jesus Frances was angry: "I will fight you."

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

Zhao Chuanxin remained unmoved. He pressed his forehead with his left hand and pressed the cigarette between the thumb and index finger of his right hand against Jesus Frances' dark face.

zizi...

"Ah..." Jesus Frances screamed in pain due to the burns.

Zhao Chuanxin used the Old God's Crucible Mark to light up the extinguished cigarette butt and took another puff. The taste was a little off.

He stretched his legs and stumbled.

Jesus Frances was tripped to the ground, and Zhao Chuanxin squatted down and grabbed his neck.

Jesus Frances couldn't help but stick out his tongue, and Zhao Chuanxin pressed the cigarette butt on his tongue: "Damn it, I told you not to talk too much!"

Jesus Frances' tongue was damaged and the cigarette butt went into his mouth, where it was blocked by Zhao Chuanxin.

"Woooooooo..."

Jesus Frances kicked his legs wildly and slapped Zhao Chuanxin's forearm with both hands, but his forearm was as hard as copper or iron and could not be moved.

A Mexican nearby shouted angrily: "Let him go! You Chinese, if you don't let me go, I'll make you pay."

Zhao Chuanxin was really obedient. He let go, stood up, and walked in front of the man: "Oh? What do you want to do? Let me hear it."

The man was speechless.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and made a big arm choke.

"Snapped!"

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

Zhao Chuanxin threw another big arm back: "I'm asking you, what the hell do you want to do?"

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

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the others and said, "Damn it, did the Chinese dig up your ancestors' graves? Or did they go to your house to steal your woman? Or did they go to your house to steal your money? How can you be jealous of the money that he earned with his own ability? If you were half as diligent as the Chinese, would you be here listening to his nagging?"

At this time, a strong Mexican stepped out of the crowd and said, "Chinese, get out of Torreón, get out of Mexico."

As he said this, he punched Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin leaned over with an elbow.

Use your ears to block the incoming punch, and then use your elbow to knock it away.

The strong Mexican, weighing about 90 kilograms, flew backwards, knocking down three people and falling to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin learned from a group of domestic fighters and his experience points increased significantly.

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

Even the sharpshooter Li Shuwen can’t do it.

Zhao Chuanxin was in high spirits and started beating people randomly with his arms without any discrimination.

"Who the hell has an opinion? Come on, tell me."

It was too brutal, no one dared to approach.

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

When everyone wanted to make way, they found that he was nowhere to be seen.

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

Everyone was shocked. How could such a strong man be killed in one blow?
Zhao Chuanxin found Chen Bangshu.

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

It’s not that he hasn’t seen a fight. In this era, there are countless Chinese people who have learned some boxing and kicking skills for self-defense.

There are also many martial artists in Situ Meitang's gang.

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

Zhao Chuanxin took a sip of the mineral water and said, "It's no good for you to know who I am. Tell me about Kang Youwei's situation."

Chen Bangshu walked and said, "It's hard to describe Kang Nanhai in one sentence. The Royalist Party is no longer the same as it used to be. They have done a lot of evil..."

So he told Zhao Chuanxin everything that had happened recently.

Zhao Chuanxin was silent for a while, then asked him, "Where is Liu Shenqi now?"

Chen Bangshu sighed, "That day, I beat up Tan Yingzong and his gang of Royalist thugs, and then took them to the police station and detained them. They would not release them unless they paid money."

As they were talking, the two of them came to a grocery store.

Nine Chinese men with bare chests and backs surrounded the stall outside the grocery store, grabbing melon seeds, dried fruits and other items at will, and were about to leave laughing.

The shop owner tried to stop them and was slapped on the arm, causing his stall to fall and his belongings to roll all over the floor.

Several people came forward and punched and kicked him.

The stall owner wailed.

The shop assistant came out to stop the fight and was knocked down as well.

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

The leading man walked forward, bowed and put something in the other party's pocket, and then the policeman turned around and left.

The stall owner looked desperate.

Chen Bangshu pulled Zhao Chuanxin behind a pillar and pointed at the group stealthily: "Look, those are the people from the Royalist Society. The leader is called Tan Yingzong, who is Kang Nanhai's number one lackey in Torreon City."

Zhao Chuanxin patted Chen Bangshu on the shoulder and said, "Wait here, don't show up."

"Hey, hey..." Chen Bangshu shouted in a low voice from behind, but Zhao Chuanxin didn't look back. He stamped his feet anxiously: "Those guys have weapons on them, it's over, it's all over..."

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

Someone saw his fixed gaze and tried to push him forward with his neck stiff, saying something dirty: "What the hell are you looking at, you..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Chuanxin had already punched him in the mouth.

The Golden Bell compressed and Zhao Chuanxin retreated.

Seeing his people being beaten, Tan Yingzong laughed angrily: "You are fucking tired of living. There are no Chinese in Torreón..."

Before he could finish his words, the man who had just been punched by Zhao Chuanxin had his head exploded.

Torn apart.

Chen Bangshu, who was hiding behind a pillar: "..."

Tan Yingzong: “…”

Someone was so scared that he pulled out a machete from his waist. Zhao Chuanxin did not retreat but instead stepped forward, holding the other person's arm and pushing him back.

laugh……

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

Zhao Chuanxin held the back of the knife, twisted it in a knife-like shape, held the handle in his hand, and turned around to chop at the person next to him.

puff puff puff...

The knife was almost a shadow, and the man was stabbed more than ten times in the blink of an eye, and was chopped 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 it."

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

Zhao Chuanxin grinned grimly and pulled the knife to the side.

laugh.

Tan Yingzong's cheek was cut open.

"Well……"

When someone tried to run, Zhao Chuanxin swung his knife and hit him in the back.

The man fell to the ground wailing.

The remaining four people felt numbness in their hands and feet.

It is true that they committed crimes and specifically targeted Chinese people, and they even dared to kill and burn people.

But I have never met such a cruel person.

If they disagree with something, they will fight and kill each other. Killing is not a crime.

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

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

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

A red light flashed, and the finger pierced through Tan Yingzong's shoulder.

"Ah..." Tan Yingzong let out a scream that was not like a human voice.

"Where is Kang Youwei?"

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

"Where did you go?"

"I don't know. He won't tell me."

Zhao Chuanxin stabbed him in the other shoulder, leaving another bloody hole.

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

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

"At the west police station."

Zhao Chuanxin asked the other four people: "Do you all know what he knows?"

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

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Tan Yingzong's whip and slashed with the blade.

laugh.

It looked like a hand knife could chop off a head. Zhao Chuanxin stepped back with the head in his hand, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it.

Puff puff puff puff...

Over and over again, until it's flat.

The four were so frightened that they collapsed to 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 something that made him hate it, he would feel relieved by killing someone.

But now, for some reason, the more I kill, the more angry I feel.

He pointed at the four people and said, "Don't leave. We haven't settled our accounts yet. If anyone dares to run, I'll skin him alive."

The four of them were like four puddles of mud. They no longer had the strength to nod, and were left with only huge fear.

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 blade, leaving a sharp break.

Zhao Chuanxin approached the police station, looking hawkish and wolfish, and asked, "Where is Liu Shenqi being held?"

The policeman being questioned raised his head, spat, and turned away with disdain.

Zhao Chuanxin reached out his hand forward.

laugh……

The policeman covered his neck, staggered back, and made a gurgling sound.

Zhao Chuanxin asked the other police officers coldly, "Where is Liu Shenqi being held?"

A policeman reached for his gun.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his hand, and the colored porcelain fragments flew out, just cutting the wrist of the policeman who was drawing his gun.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the pen on the desk, took a step forward four meters, and stabbed the pen accurately into the policeman's eye socket.

"Where is Liu Shenqi?"

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

There was a temporary detention cell for prisoners. Zhao Chuanxin saw a little old man with a goatee, who was dirty and looked very disheveled.

"Liu Shenqi?"

The old man was in despair and looked up blankly: "What do you want to do with me now? I will never give you money even if I die. You might as well kill me..."

Zhao Chuanxin snapped his fingers, the cell lock was cut, and he pushed the door open: "Follow me."

When Liu Shenqi discovered that he had broken the padlock, he knew that this person could not be a member of the Royalist Party, nor was he a Mexican policeman, because this person 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 piece of the prison iron bar, and the broken end was sharp.

Liu Shenqi felt that he must be old and his eyesight was blurry, otherwise how could a person cut steel with his fingers?

"Old man, old man..." Liu Shenqi choked up and said, "I have prayed to all the gods and Buddhas in my heart. Are they finally willing to send gods to save me?"

In another cell, a vicious prisoner leaned on the railing and glared at Zhao Chuanxin: "Chinese, let me go too, or when I get out, I will definitely..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Chuanxin's iron rod had already been sent into the other person's mouth.

puff.

The man opened his mouth in disbelief.

Just a casual threat resulted in a fatal disaster...

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

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even look at them. He pulled out the iron rod, shook off the blood, walked 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 as to kill people without blinking an eye.

Liu Shenqi hesitated whether to follow.

At this time, messy footsteps were heard from the corner.

Three Mexican policemen rushed over and saw Liu Shenqi. They yelled, "I told you to run, but now look at me..."

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

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Zhao Chuanxin stabbed straight at him from behind, stabbed straight at him, and stabbed straight at him.

In three strokes, the three of them settled the account.

Liu Shenqi was so frightened that he was numb and his legs were out of control, so when Zhao Chuanxin asked him to catch up, the old man couldn't move his legs.

The prisoner in the cell huddled in a corner, folding his arms and shivering.

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

These words worked better than anything else. Liu Shenqi's old cold legs immediately felt strong and he trotted to keep up.

When Liu Shenqi arrived at the lobby, he saw that there was no one alive here and wanted to go out, but Zhao Chuanxin pulled him behind the wall.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up a Pieper-Nagant rifle with a capacity of 9 rounds from the police station.

He pulled the bolt, suddenly flashed to the door and fired outside.

boom.

Liu Shenqi heard screams from outside, apparently someone was shot dead.

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

bang bang bang...

While they were shooting, Zhao Chuanxin loaded the gun, and as soon as the shooting stopped, he leaned out.

boom.

There was another exclamation.

Then there was the sound of messy footsteps.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the bolt and leaned forward again.

boom.

This time, he hid behind the wall each time, stood at the door and fired a shot, pulling the bolt each time, a total of 8 shots, and all the police officers who came to the rescue outside were shot.

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

Liu Shenqi followed and took a look.

I blanch...

The bodies of Mexican policemen were scattered all over the place outside.

"You, who are you?"

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

After Zhao Chuanxin went to the police station, he walked around and peered around the police station.

He was quite frightened when he saw the police waiting outside.

He became even more frightened when the police outside were wiped out.

This guy is definitely a gangster!

Zhao Chuanxin threw away his gun, searched the policeman's waist for a Colt revolver, and opened the revolver to see if it was full of ammunition.

His body was sticky with blood. Zhao Chuanxin pulled his collar and tore his T-shirt into pieces. He wiped the blood off and threw it away.

Zhao Chuanxin put the revolver back to his waist and walked out with Liu Shenqi.

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

Chen Bangshu: “…”

When Zhao Chuanxin came near the four members of the Royalist Society, he found that there was no one there except for blood and urine stains on the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Run?"

After detecting the stars and the moon and giving the direction, Zhao Chuanxin took Liu Shenqi and walked around in the alleys. They soon came to a small courtyard. They pushed the door and found it was locked from the inside.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked his fingers, and the blade of light passed through the crack of the door, breaking the bolt, and he pushed the door open and walked in.

In the yard, four people were trembling. Before they could recover, they heard the creaking of the door and turned around in horror. Their faces turned pale as if they had seen a ghost.

"Zhao always keeps his word!"

Zhao Chuanxin sneered and walked forward, his ten fingers flying, and light blades appeared frequently. The flesh and clothes of one of the men fell off like fragments.

"Ouch...ah..."

The man let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

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

However, when Liu Shenqi saw these four people, he recognized them as members of Kang Youwei's Royalist Party and wanted to remind Zhao Chuanxin.

But now, I can't say it anymore.

What a bunch of people from the Royalist Society, one of them was skinned alive, one was scared to death in front of this devil, and the remaining two were not much better off.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that the remaining two people had collapsed emotionally, not only were they incontinent, but they also started crying.

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Should you die?"

They both said in unison: "Damn it."

They don't even ask for mercy, but just want to die quickly and leave a whole body.

Zhao Chuanxin restrained his murderous intent and his hostility temporarily subsided.

He instructed Liu Shenqi: "Go into the house and bring out a chair."

Although Liu Shenqi is old, his adrenaline is surging and his legs are nimble. He jogs into the house and brings out a chair for Zhao Chuanxin to sit on.

Zhao Chuanxin lit up a cigarette, took a puff and asked, "Tell me everything about the evil things you have done."

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

Expose all of Kang Youwei's shameful deeds.

Liu Shenqi, who was standing by, gritted his teeth as he listened, and kept cursing him as an "old villain" and a "hypocrite".

Zhao Chuanxin listened and pointed at Liu Shenqi: "Who else has survived a trap like him?"

"There are no more in Mexico, but I heard that a wealthy businessman from Guangxi named Shen Dengjia was also framed and taken to the police station in New York."

Zhao Chuanxin thought about it and decided not to kill the two men.

He said, "I'll spare your lives. Send Liu Shenqi back to China, and stay in Torreón to be my insider. If you get any news about Kang Youwei, report it to me immediately. This is the telegram address. As I said before, if you dare to run or mess up, I will find you no matter where you are and skin you alive."

"I dare not, I dare not..." The two of them swore with tears and snot, pointing to the sky and the earth.

Liu Shenqi was somewhat touched.

This person not only saved him, but also wanted to save him to the end.

He thought about it and suddenly approached Zhao Chuanxin and said in a very low voice: "If I am not mistaken, you are Mr. Zhao, the God of War..."

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

……

Frost Von left Musan County satisfied.

He had all the evidence he wanted.

So we contacted the representatives of the ten countries in advance and held a pre-meeting.

Why ten countries?
In addition to Japan, Britain, Germany, Russia, Belgium, France, Austria-Hungary, Italy, and Spain, there is also the Qing Dynasty.

In fact, some of these countries had no grudges against Zhao Chuanxin, such as the Austro-Hungarian Empire and Italy. Zhao Chuanxin never killed a single soldier from them.

But they were also afraid that Zhao Chuanxin would do something wrong, so it was necessary to restrict his actions.

At the pre-conference, Frost von's first words were: "I have enough evidence. 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 Beishui Army must return the Korean territory."

The Qing representative, Li Chang, could not wait to jump out and raised his hands and feet in approval: "I agree!"

(End of this chapter)