The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin put down the newspaper and stood up slowly.

He clenched his fist with his ten fingers and made a "crack, squeak, squeak" sound.

He smiled evilly and said: "Very good, I will give you a pillow when you feel sleepy. If I don't beat you to your juices today, my surname will not be Zhao!"

As he spoke, he took off his suit jacket and threw it to Bayar.

The American who called Zhao Chuanxin a "yellow pig" was struck by Zhao Chuanxin's hand and grabbed his wrist with lightning speed. He pushed, pulled and swung him around, and the man's arm was dislocated.

"Ah..." He screamed, and Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped him, and his voice suddenly stopped.

This slap was delivered with hatred, knocking the Yankee's body into shock and hitting the foreign devil at the table next to him.

The two Americans behind him came forward to help and besieged Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward and received two moderately heavy punches on the chest. Compared with the heavy hammer-like pain of a rifle bullet hitting Fortitude Armor, it was almost as painless as scratching an itch.

He drew his bow from left to right and slapped his elbows. The left and right cheeks of the two were visibly swollen.

But Zhao Chuanxin did not kill him, so he had to take his time and take his time.

He grabbed one person's head and pushed it toward the small dining table.

boom……

There were cries and howls in the first-class carriage. Not only the three people who were beaten, the other passengers were also frightened.

A Yankee jumped up and threw himself behind Zhao Chuanxin.

The American tried to drag Zhao Chuanxin down from behind. His feet left the ground and he fell hard.

However, Zhao Chuanxin's tall body immediately took root and remained motionless.

Instead, his right hand went around the back of the neck, grabbed the other person's hair, and forcefully pulled the American down.

He reached out, took out the scepter of salvation, and smashed the Yankee's teeth with the end of the stick.

Knock it off one by one.

The image of Tan Jinyong being extremely angry and jumping into the river in despair after being humiliated was swirling in Zhao Chuanxin's mind.

He remembered that sentence, bared his teeth and said with a smile: "Every American will be beaten, and no one will be exempted."

The foreigners in the carriage were silent.

Suddenly, someone shouted: "Sir, please respect yourself, Americans are human beings too..."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly turned around and laughed: "Hahaha... That's wrong, Americans are not human beings, and Americans deserve to die! So, you are also an American?"

"No, I'm British."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him and asked word by word: "Are you going to stand up for him?"

The British man looked around and saw the anger shared by the other foreigners in the first-class carriage.

He suddenly stood up: "Everyone, this madman, if we don't stop him, all of us will be in danger."

Zhao Chuanxin looked around, and half of the people were indifferent. Six or seven people stood up at the same time and gathered towards the man.

One of them took out a revolver and said in a deep voice: "Sir, please stop the violence immediately, otherwise I will shoot."

At this time, there were no security checks on trains. Even in the 21st century, some European countries still do not have security checks when taking trains.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Mosin-Nagant wheel and fired a shot, the second shot coming first.

boom!

The man's fingers were broken and the wheel in his hand fell to the ground.

A man next to him bent down to pick it up. Zhao Chuanxin waited happily. When the other man picked up the gun, he waved his hand and shot it again.

boom!

The index finger is disconnected in the middle.

"ah……"

The gun fell to the ground again, and no one dared to pick it up. The few people who stood up raised their hands to express surrender.

They obeyed the round gun method.

Bayar did not expect that Zhao Chuanxin also had a pistol. He had never seen him use it before.

The Mosin Nagant wheel spun around in his fingers. Zhao Chuanxin put it away and walked over to pick up the revolver gun on the ground.

He looked at everyone and said, "I am Chinese."

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing why.

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "Today, I want to humiliate you."

Everyone: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin saw a man with a whip on his waist. This thing is very common nowadays and is used for self-defense.

He grabbed it and beat those people on their heads and faces.

Pia…

Pia…

Those people scurried away with their heads in their hands.

Zhao Chuanxin flipped the Dragon Capturing Ring, and the foreigner who had fled to the carriage door rolled back and flew back.

The man's head was upside down, and one of his legs was grabbed by Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin took the whip and struck the middle.

"Ouch..."

A scream as shrill as a wolf's howl rang out, and the man transformed into a crotch-covering man. His face was as red as a pig's mouth and mushrooms were allergic to, and his eyes were almost hanging out of their sockets.

Pia…

"Ouch..."

The rest of the people, regardless of gender, clenched their legs in sympathy.

Sunlight shone through the car window, but it was not enough. Zhao Chuanxin released another particle stream. He cracks his whip frequently and his endurance is endless.

If anyone wants to run away, he will pull the Dragon Capturing Ring to suck him back.

The rest of the people in the carriage either covered their mouths or screamed, trembling with fear.

Zhao Chuanxin whipped them for a while, then took out the rope and threw it to Bayar's forehead: "Old man, tie these people up for me."

Bayar Bor was really obedient and took action immediately.

It's just that he didn't know how to tie people's hands and feet, so he tied six people back to back in a group.

Zhao Chuanxin twisted his neck, jumped on the seat, and began to take off his belt.

Wow...

Zhao Chuanxin is very healthy, so in addition to the faint smell of ammonia, there is even an aroma similar to grass.

There was an uproar all around.

"Oh, the cake buyer!"

"Jesus!"

"Oh Walter's Fuck..."

Those few people suffered such shame and humiliation in front of everyone, and they suddenly felt that life was worse than death.

Zhao Chuanxin played the Hanging Music, fastened his belt buckle, and winked at the foreign horse next to him.

The woman's face turned red when she was caught peeping. Seeing Zhao Chuanxin blinking at her, she actually blinked back.

But her male companion's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he dared not speak out in anger.

A Yankee who was tied up on the ground shouted hysterically: "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you..."

Zhao Chuanxin cut the rope, put away the knife, and hooked his hand: "Come, I will help you."

As a result, the American man screamed loudly when he was tied up, but after he was released, he was obedient and did not dare to step forward.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped him: "Zhuo Nima, aren't you going to kill me? It's useless to give you a chance, right?"

As he spoke, he handed over the revolver he had just picked up: "Don't say I didn't give you a chance, come on, shoot."

The American was holding a gun and his face was blue and red.

But how to say it?

Americans are actually a little less arrogant and a little more rough and savage than the British.

For more than a hundred years, they developed the American continent solely by their brute force.

The American gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.

However, Zhao Chuanxin snatched the gun away in time and slapped him: "I gave you a chance, but it's useless. Come on, I'll give you another chance."

With that said, he handed the gun over again.

American: "..."

He hesitated for a moment, then wanted to pull the trigger of the Colt SAA classic single-action pistol.

However, he seemed not very familiar with guns and did not know that he had to cock the hammer first, otherwise he would just pull the trigger, which would be equivalent to a gun with the safety on but no sound.

Zhao Chuanxin snatched it away again and slapped it away: "It's still useless even if I give you a fucking chance."

"..."

The Yankee's body began to tremble.

He had just wanted to shoot, but he had already exhausted all his courage. The adrenaline had withdrawn, and even his pupils were a little dilated.

Zhao Chuanxin spat in his face, took the handle of the revolver and hit him on the head, causing blood to flow profusely.

"Trash! Trash! White-skinned pigs! Americans just need to be beaten. They are a bunch of filthy, shameless, incompetent, lazy, obscene, hateful, shallow, obscene, stupid... bitches."

Because Zhao Chuanxin cut the rope, the other person wanted to fight desperately and just got up and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his left arm and held his head down with one palm: "Let's go!"

He kicked the opponent towards the door. The man was obviously leaning forward, but his body was kicked backwards by Zhao Chuanxin and flew backwards, knocking down the remaining people.

Zhao Chuanxin walked over, lifted up his leather shoes, and stomped on the heads and faces of several people.

For a moment, several people with bruised noses and swollen faces, and blood coming from their mouths and noses, were rolling on the ground begging for mercy.

"Spare? Spare your incompetence. It's still early. Do I have the nerve to stop until I beat you until midnight?"

At this time, the woman who Zhao Chuanxin had winked at just now hesitated and suddenly said: "Sir, this is wrong, it is barbaric..."

She thought that Zhao Chuanxin was interested in her, and because he could convince the gangsters with his good looks, it would inevitably become a good story if word spread about it.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly looked back and rushed five or six meters away.

With lightning speed, he threw his big arm towards the woman's face.

"Snapped!"

The woman was stunned.

"Do you know why I hit you?"

The woman covered her face, tears welling up in her eyes, and she mumbled aggrievedly, "No, I don't know."

I didn’t expect that this man would even hit women.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the newspaper from the table: "I'm beating a moral gentleman like you! Come on, I never refuse to punish without teaching. Starting from you, everyone in this carriage has a share."

The woman weakly took the newspaper, her lips trembling to prevent crying, and forced herself to read on.

A Belgian said: "Sir, I can't read."

After saying that, he actually had a bit of pride on his face.

Zhao Chuanxin turned Colt upside down and without warning, he hit the man's temple with his hand.

Once, twice, three times, four times...

Until the man's temples were bloody and bloody, he twitched twice on the ground and died.

Zhao Chuanxin rubbed the handle of his gun clean on him, stood up and said, "Damn it, I hate to see such a proud illiterate in my life, you deserve to die!"