Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

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.