The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Many people present knew Chinese, and their expressions changed when they heard the words.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished speaking, as soon as he lit his cigar, he grabbed the waiter's hair and kicked his ankle violently.

In the face of absolute power, any struggle and survival instinct of the waiter were in vain, and his body simply let go.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled out his hair and used his violent armor to slam the waiter's head onto the ground.

The back of his head hit the floor hard, making a "thud" sound.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and stomped!

Click...

"What are you going to do?"

"Do you know where this is?"

"You must not be able to see the sun tomorrow!"

The Russians stood up one after another and looked at Zhao Chuanxin in disbelief, shouting and cursing.

Little do they know that this is just adding fuel to the fire.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the nearest person, and the person hurriedly backed away and knocked down a chair.

Stepping forward, Zhao Chuanxin kicked the opponent in the crotch.

The man said "Ouch" and covered his crotch, which made everyone in the restaurant feel the same emotion.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand, and the wine on the table rose into a ball, blocking the man's mouth and nose.

This person was choked on his trachea, and the water wouldn't flow up or down. He immediately changed from a crotch-covering person to a mouth-covering person.

The guy on the left side of Zhao Chuanxin was frightened. What kind of magic is this?

There are countless ways to die, and it would be terrible to be choked to death like this.

He gingerly touched his hand to his waist, where in the holster was Zhao Chuanxin's favorite Mosin Nagant revolver.

As soon as he took out the gun, Zhao Chuanxin looked at him: "You want to spar with me, right? I'll let you go first!"

Maozi took out his gun and cocked the hammer.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his gun in the flash of light and flicked the trigger with the edge of his left hand and right hand, as fast as if he had never moved it before.

boom!

There was a bloody hole on the back of Maozi's hand, and Mosin Nagant wheel landed on the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin turned his index finger around the trigger guard: "There are not many people in this world who can tie with Zhao."

He also uses the Mosin Nagant wheel.

He walked over and picked up the fallen Mosin-Nagant wheel and found that it was quite well maintained.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his axe.

Huh... duh!

Mao Zi's body swayed and his upper body fell on the table.

Zhao Chuanxin pressed Mao Zi on the table to hold him in place, holding a cigar in his mouth and scanning the whole place with a hawk-like gaze, but his hands kept moving.

Once, twice, three times...

Duh duh duh…

A nearby well-dressed hairy girl opened her mouth and screamed hysterically: "Ah..."

The floor under her seat was wet, and the smell of urine spread.

Zhao Chuanxin tilted his head: "Noisy!"

Throwing the ax away, the screams stopped immediately.

Seven or eight meters away, a guy secretly took out a gun, cocked the hammer under the table, and fired.

boom!

Pushed by the smart gyroscope, Zhao Chuanxin's body swayed and he hid.

He bared his teeth, bent his knees and bounced, like an eagle testing its wings, spreading its wings and sprinting, instantly leaping over the hairy man's head and coming to his back.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his arm and cut it behind his back.

Click!

The arm is broken and the gun falls.

Another Mosin Nagant spinner.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched his legs and the gun landed on the instep. With the hook, Mosin Nagant's wheel bounced, and Zhao Chuanxin accepted it with a smile.

A group of people were dumbfounded. How could humans jump so high and so far? This refreshed their understanding.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the man's hair, lunged with his knees crossed, and suddenly pulled, Mao Zi's neck collided with Zhao Chuanxin's thigh.

Gaba...the spine is broken.

Mao Zi is indeed different, there are many people with guns present.

Another person took out a gun and shot, but Zhao Chuanxin dodged and disappeared, then flashed in front of that person.

The five-foot-long Miao knife entered from his lower abdomen and came out through his lower jaw!

"ah……"

The group of idiots could no longer stand such a cruel scene, and ran away screaming.

I don’t dare to say harsh words anymore.

When people are panicking, they instinctively rush to the door.

Zhao Chuanxin flashed forward, arriving at the door first and walking toward them with a knife.

A group of idiots were a little confused when they saw it, and ran back screaming. Why did they see a ghost when it was just dark?

Zhao Chuanxin held the knife in both hands and rushed into the crowd, slashing, chopping, lifting the knife, stabbing...

The restaurant was full of people running around, crying for their father and mother.

There was a guy who wanted to break the window and jump out. Zhao Chuanxin came to the window in an instant and smiled at him: "Zhuo Niima, do you know who the master is?"

The man just wanted to speak.

Uh-huh...

A cold light flashed, and his head was in a different place.

The encirclement was getting smaller and smaller, and there was a Chinese woman brought by Mao Zi. Her eyes were full of despair, and she knelt down with a "pop".

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at her but didn't make a move.

When other idiots see it, will they kneel down and not die?

So he followed suit and immediately fell to his knees on the ground.

There was a man whose head was half-beating but he didn't kneel down. Zhao Chuanxin stabbed him through with his knife and nailed him to the floor with his backhand!

Blood flowed slowly along the blade.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled a chair and Shi Shiran sat down.

He pointed to a waiter in the crowd: "Go, serve the food."

The waiter got up tremblingly and ran towards the kitchen as if he was being pardoned.

Zhao Chuanxin tilted his head towards Zhao Yixian: "Go to the kitchen and keep an eye on it."

Zhao Yixian was also afraid. Even after seeing him many times, he still felt weak: "What if, what if, they have guns?"

"Then they will be buried with you."

"..."

Zhao Yixian did not dare to refute, fearing that Zhao Chuanxin would become red-blooded and kill him with one blow, and trotted to the kitchen.

Not to mention people, even dogs are afraid.

Balworth hid behind Ganfan with his tail between his legs.

But when he saw that everything was okay, he wanted to get close to the body and lick the blood on the ground.

Ganfan slapped him away, and Balworth whimpered and stepped back.

Benjamin Goldberg walked around the corpses everywhere and sat down next to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin held his cigar and tapped his fingers on the dining table.

Every time there was a "dong dong" sound, the kneeling men shivered. The smell of blood hit them, and they felt like chaff in a moment.

One of the bald men said: "I am Chino Banov, I am a Russian nobleman, and I am a relative of Nicholas II..."

It turns out that little Banov also ate here.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't hold it back and sneered: "Cixi and Roosevelt are both the same, how about Nicholas I?"

"..." Little Banov was horrified, who is this person?

What a loud tone!

Immediately, a name came to mind.

Except for that man, no other Chinese dared to kill so unscrupulously in the Russian Concession.

His teeth chattered and he couldn't speak clearly: "You like dogs, don't you? That one seems to be my brother's dog. I can give you ten fierce dogs."

Zhao Chuanxin crossed his legs and said, "Do you think I'm a dog lover?"

He used to have dogs, but if the dogs were disobedient, they would be whipped and kicked. And he has mastered the best way to train a dog - stay calm!

Dry rice is the only exception.

Little Banov was speechless.

He spoke very poor Chinese, and after trying to organize himself, he stumbled and said, "What do you want?"

"Do you know Bagong's house?"

That's too much to know.

Little Banov nodded sharply: "I know, I know, half of it is mine."

"Oh, that's right. I think that tube building is nice. As you know, there are dozens of people in my family, so we don't have enough rooms."

Little Banov turned his head a few times before he realized that because of their differences in thinking, they usually don't like to beat around the bush.

He said dryly: "That building is worth thirty thousand taels of silver..."

"Okay, okay." Zhao Chuanxin blew out a smoke ring: "Is this your attitude? OK, OK, OK! It seems like you have no idea."

Little Banov's CPU is running wildly.

He understood the truth, but he felt heartbroken and couldn't let go. Construction of that building began in 1902, and it is now early 1908, and it is expected to take another two or three years to be completed. It took the two brothers a lot of effort, but they still expected to make a lot of money from it.

The so-called money-obsessed, little Banov thought of an excuse and quickly said: "According to the laws of the concessions in various countries, Chinese people are not allowed to purchase real estate in the concessions..."

What he said is true.

Many years later, Hu Gentang's career reached its peak. A couple in the French Concession wanted to return to China and sell off fifty properties in the French Concession.

Hu Gengtang wanted to buy it, but because the law did not allow it, he could only spend 200,000 yuan and let a Belgian charity firm buy it for him. He also needed to let them rent it for him. 10% of the rent collected had to be given to the charity firm as a reward. Hu Gengtang was heartbroken.

Of course, this is all for later.

Little Banov thought this was nothing, so he said it casually.

But when Zhao Chuanxin heard this, he felt extremely harsh.

He narrowed his eyes: "This is the law of your concession, right?"

Little Banov thought that Zhao Chuanxin was starting to make sense, so he nodded sharply: "Yes!"

"Right?" Zhao Chuanxin picked up the soup bowl on the table and walked towards little Banov.

Little Banov was still chattering: "Well, the law doesn't allow it. It's a pity..."

Boom!

The soup bowl was smashed on little Banov's head.

Zhao Chuanxin changed to the Scepter of Redemption, and hit Banov's head with output.

Boom...

"The law, right?"

Boom...

"Russian Concession, right?"

Boom...

"You don't want to give me the house, do you?"

Boom...

"A relative of the Tsar, right?"

Boom...

"That's what you do, right?"

For a moment, little Banov ceased to be human.

The people around were too frightened to speak out.

They knew that if they said the wrong thing at this time, they would die.

After finishing the output, Zhao Chuanxin wiped the blood on the redemption scepter on the clothes of the person next to him, and then poured water to rinse it.

The young Tsarist Russian aristocrat Banov died just for a foreign-style building.

Zhao Chuanxin straightened up: "At first, someone told me that little Banov was a despicable person. But today, when I look at it, it's really not that good."

It won’t work if you don’t give Lou character, right?

Everyone slandered.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "What did you say?"

The guy was startled: "I didn't speak?"

"What are you saying in your mind?"

"I……"

"Fuck you!" Zhao Chuanxin knocked down with his stick.

Boom... Maozi fell down in response.

I blanch...

The rest of the people were numb.

You can't even think about it, right?

Zhao Chuanxin shouted angrily: "Damn it, you guys are so lawless. I am so angry that I have no fixed place to live and no food to eat. What do you think I should do?"

Seeing that they were silent, Zhao Chuanxin's eyes narrowed: "Okay, okay, this is your attitude, right? A silent protest, right?"

He just sat down and stood up again.

Everyone was scared to death.

A fool quickly raised his head and said: "No, no, I have a very upright attitude. I have ten properties. I can't live in them at all. I can't live in them at all. I'll give you a share of the burden..."

Zhao Chuanxin patted him on the shoulder, nodded heavily and said, "You have a bit of chivalry and bravery in your features, you can handle it!"

The man breathed a sigh of relief.

Most of the people present said: "I have..."

There were also people who spoke Russian, but Zhao Chuanxin couldn't understand them.

He said: "Benjamin, take a pen and record their names and addresses, date of birth, place of residence, and occupation. Everything is indispensable."

Benjamin Goldberg is bad.

He asked a guy: "What's your name?"

"Fyodor."

"full name."

"Um...Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky."

"What's your mother's name? What's your father's name? What's your brother's name? What's your sister's name?"

"Um...this..."

Their names are preceded by their given name, followed by their patronymic variant, followed by their surname.

If I wanted to make something up, it would be okay if I was given enough time, but I was dumbfounded when Benjamin Goldberg asked me a barrage of questions.

"Master, he gave a false name!"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, and the vodka from the bottle poured out, blocking his mouth and nose.

How tight is the blockage?

He couldn't even cough, and the air couldn't come in or come out.

He fell to the ground, his eyes bulging, he kept scratching the floor, and soon lost consciousness.

The second person honestly reported his real name, and Benjamin Goldberg asked: "How many properties do you own? What business do you run in the concession? How many liquid assets and real estate do you have?"

"I only have one house, I work at Huayosheng Bank, and I have no liquid assets."

"Name the president of China-Russian Daosheng Bank, and name two of your colleagues."

This man had sweat on his forehead and was hesitant to speak.

"Master, he lied."

Zhao Chuanxin went down with an axe!