Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Jim Cowles is out of ideas.

Everyone in this cell belongs to him.

Faintly, a semi-encirclement circle was formed, blocking Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "I advise you to think twice before acting and cooperate with my work."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the shadow cloak and put it on.

As he approached, there was a commotion and an uproar.

He waved: "Come up one by one, or together?"

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Who is Harry Vanderbilt? Let me pay my respects."

Wherever Zhao Chuanxin passed, the crowd automatically separated and became orderly.

In my mind, the method of controlling muscles when practicing balancing techniques came to mind.

The person on the right wanted to pull out his hair, but was unable to do so due to height issues.

There is currently only one person left in the entire cell, the Asian man known as "scavenger".

There was a prisoner nearby who wanted to help. Zhao Zhuanxin raised his hand, and the strong wind from the Phoenix Xuanjie air cannon blew by. The prisoner flew backwards, knocking down the two of them.

Zhao Chuanxin showed his face and smiled at him.

Translates as "scavenger".

There was no toilet, just a cement tank with feces and urine in it.

With that said, the two Shi Shiran left.

Someone grabbed his hand and hugged him from behind.

The man groaned and fell to the ground, motionless.

In the prison, those two things were discussed everywhere.

He is called the God of War every day. If he didn't have the courage of Lu Bu and the ability of Xiang Yu, wouldn't it be unworthy of the name?

Zhao Chuanxin took out the elf carving knife, made a mark on the door lock, gently pushed the door open and walked out.

As the Italians approached, Andrew Miller became desperate and blurted out: "Sir, I'm dying, please have mercy and save me."

It was quiet outside.

The prisoner holding his waist jumped straight down, but Zhao Chuanxin raised his knee to cushion his head.

Zhao Chuanxin flew forward and hit his elbow.

They both screamed at the same time.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Jim Cowles' neck with one hand and pushed him forward to block the attack from the people behind him.

The prison guard was stunned for a moment, then became nervous, took out his baton on guard, and slowly opened the door.

Being sniped gave me a psychological shadow.

Zhao Chuanxin, who was not very skilled, pressed down on the neck and raised his knee to push back.

The light in the room was dim. When he saw that Zhao Chuanxin had put on his cloak, he merged with the darkness and was so frightened that he stopped screaming.

Moreover, through careful and careful examination, the prison guards have determined that it was definitely not Andrew Miller.

Zhao Chuanxin feinted with his front hand, then swung his right leg backwards to hit the bridge of his nose with a Superman punch.

Andrew Miller's cell opened and an Italian came in.

This person was very quiet, with his hair neatly combed back. After coming in, he just looked at Andrew Miller casually.

boom……

Outside, the prison guard heard the clanging sound of fighting inside and said to his companions: "Don't worry, Jim will solve the dispute between them."

Zhao Chuanxin reached out and took advantage of his height and arm length to hold down Jim Cowles' forehead, instantly stopping his momentum.

The prisoner's calf was bent.

As the sound faded, his body slumped to the ground.

On the ground, the Italian's hand was holding a knife and stabbing himself in the eye...

When the prisoner was flying in the air, the thought in his mind was: sneak attack...

He smiled: "Don't be wary, what are you thinking about? I never attack people who eat melons."

He looked at the open cell door and blinked, Huh? That's right, the cell door is indeed open.

Zhao Chuanxin struck him in the face with his old fist and knocked him down with one punch.

Soon after, the prison guard came and knocked on the cell door.

In the entire cell, only two people survived.

While Jim Cowles was out there, he organized illegal gambling, robberies, and extortion.

Then he took out a knife made of unknown metal from his waist and said with a smile: "Harry Vanderbilt asked me to say hello to you."

In the criminal history of New York, he is also a villain who has left a strong mark.

"know."

As a result, the cell door was knocked open by him.

The Italian suddenly turned around and saw nothing.

At this time, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his index finger: "You didn't see anything, do you understand?"

Two major events happened in Xingxin Prison.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Jim Cowles by the neck, shouted loudly, lifted him up by the neck, and threw him as if he were throwing a sack, knocking down both of them immediately.

Andrew Miller has a hard time not knowing.

There is only one person left.

There was something strange about this incident, and rumors of ghosts in the prison spread.

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigar and walked over there.

Sure enough, Andrew Miller's face was filled with admiration.

Holding back the severe pain caused by his broken nose, Jim Cowles rushed forward again.

Zhao Chuanxin was noncommittal and just smiled.

Zhao Chuanxin simply took off his clothes and put them away, revealing his muscular upper body.

puff...

I, Cao, look like Zhao Chuanxin has lost his body and only has a head floating in the air.

He turned around and took another step toward Andrew Miller.

The man's head tilted, his eyes rolled up, and he fell to the ground hard.

Before locking him in, the prison guard made the sign of the cross on his chest: "You butcher, the warden said, you will sit in the electric chair."

Then, the knife he held uncontrollably stabbed his eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin kicked a person on the ground in the waist. As soon as the person raised his body, he was kicked upwards and hit the other person's face with the back of his head.

This man is so mysterious!

During this time, many people were preached to heaven.

Even when it was time to have fun, he would sneak out and have fun with everyone.

The prisoner couldn't believe his eyes.

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Click...

Zhao Chuanxin patted him on the shoulder: "The Italians need to be preached. I'll go and convince them with reason. You wait."

He went to the sink, washed his hands, and wiped them clean.

It was the hero who just raised his fist, hesitated, and was hovering on the edge.

This must have been done by the prison guards. They left themselves a way out and were quite thoughtful.

While Zhao Chuanxin was speaking, he put on his glasses with some obsessive-compulsive disorder and looked around, not missing any hiding place or commanding heights.

Come to think of it, they were preached enough to sit down and talk with Jesus.

One person had a broken ankle and was also pulled away.

The prisoner put his hands on the ground and slid backwards dragging his useless leg.

Click!

The Italian trembled and turned around, but still saw nothing.

Before he died, his expression was very frightened, as if he had seen a ghost.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him and said with a smile: "Okay, as soon as possible, my five-shot lightning whip is in urgent need of recharging."

"Bang", the door of the confinement room closed.