Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxian returned to the Dutch Hotel.

Mi Shan took a running start, jumped up with Zhao Chuanxin on his back, and actually crossed ten steps.

One person and one horse, directly enter the lobby on the first floor of the Holland Hotel.

This may be the first time a horse has been brought in since the Holland Hotel was built.

The manager who refunded Abraham Cohen's deposit was on duty today.

He saw Zhao Chuanxin coming in and hiding behind the counter tremblingly.

Zhao Chuanxin sat upright on horseback and waved to the lobby manager.

"Sir, how can I help you?"

Zhao Chuanxin's body exuded the smell of gunpowder smoke and he said condescendingly: "Go to the banquet hall and ask Brother Smith to let people out to the lobby. Also, let our two apprentices come out first."

Manager Qi Qi Ai Ai: "But, I don't recognize..."

Zhao Chuanxin glared: "You don't have a damn mouth? You don't know how to ask?"

The manager's face turned pale: "Yes, yes..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a carrot and stuffed it into Mishan's mouth.

A smile immediately appeared on the horse's face.

Then he pooped some horse manure on the smooth marble floor.

Arthur Gompers came out with his daughter in his arms.

Followed by Benjamin Goldberg.

Margaret Gompers saw Zhao Chuanxin and shouted proudly: "Master, I'm not afraid, not at all!"

Arthur Gompers: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin gave a thumbs up: "You are a good citizen of New York and a good disciple of Master. The prelude of the times is playing for you!"

When Benjamin Goldberg saw it, he only praised his junior sister, but what about himself?

Not to be outdone, he said: "Master, I even stabbed the gangster holding your arm with a pen."

Zhao Chuanxin's face was full of shock: "The masters are among the people. No wonder Master feels that there is a strong internal force coming in. The power of a pen is so terrifying!"

Benjamin Goldberg: “…”

The Smith brothers led the embarrassed crowd to the lobby.

When these people saw Zhao Chuanxin, they subconsciously stopped.

This person is too cruel.

After today, I’m afraid I’ll be able to stop crying at night in New York.

Become the protagonist of a lifelong nightmare for the person involved.

Zhao Chuanxin drove his horse forward and snatched the young apprentice from Arthur Gompers' arms: "Bring it to you!"

Arthur Gompers: "..."

He opened his mouth, but didn't dare to resist.

Zhao Chuanxin murmured in a low voice: "I will interrogate you later. Tell Master in a low voice whether they lied."

"Ok!"

Zhao Chuanxin waved to the crowd: "Come here one by one."

"Are you an accomplice of Charles Baker?"

Shake his head.

Then, after being confirmed by Margaret Gompers, Zhao Chuanxin said politely: "I'm sorry that I frightened you today. I'll come to you another day to apologize so I can leave."

The efficiency is very high.

When people saw that Zhao Chuanxin had really let them leave, they finally heaved a sigh of relief.

I dare not have any complaints.

However, one of the men with a European accent came after Zhao Chuanxin’s questioning.

He replied in broken English: "I'm not."

Margaret Gompers whispered: "He lied."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the man: "Go and wait over there."

The man's expression changed drastically.

He yelled angrily: "Why? I am Swiss, you have no right to detain me."

Zhao Chuanxin pulled out the Winchester M1897 from the saddle holster, moved up and down with one hand, and clicked the gun: "I'm counting three, three!"

"Okay, okay, I'll go over..."

Everyone: "..."

Next, except for the Swiss, everyone passed smoothly.

Rebecca Levy came last.

Seeing her not daring to raise her head, Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Have you eaten enough?"

"Ah?" Rebecca Levi was confused and said in a voice as loud as a mosquito: "I, I'm full."

Zhao Chuanxin threw an umbrella over and said: "Go home quickly. If you encounter someone who is robbing money and sex on the road, report your name as a food truck gang. If there is anyone who doesn't open your eyes, I will make him bleed like a river!"

This time, Rebecca Levi believes that Zhao Chuanxian means what he says.

This is no exaggeration, it was really a river of blood.

A man flattered her by saying, "My carriage is outside. Let me take this lady home."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded.

Everyone is gone.

The Smith brothers looked at Zhao Chuanxin in awe, waiting for his instructions.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the Swiss: "Tell me, what is your relationship with Charles Baker?"

"We have no relationship."

Zhao Chuanxin threw an ax to Big Smith: "First chop off the fingers, then chop off the toes. When do you say it, when do you stop?"

The Swiss' expression changed drastically.

Resist? He is powerless.

Shut up? He is afraid of pain.

The "real-life version of Ryze" Big Smith also looks scary.

Bald head, a messy beard, big eye bags, and thick lips.

He only took two steps with the axe, and the Swiss collapsed: "I confess, my name is Ulrich von Beck, a Swiss, and I brought in the Swiss who were killed by you. They are employed by Kang Youwei, and I know nothing else..."

Big Smith looked at Zhao Chuanxin, who stretched out his sword finger by his thigh and waved it slightly.

Big Smith understood and raised his ax.

The Dutch hotel manager's eyes twitched as his face was spattered with blood, which was scalding!

But Zhao Chuanxin covered Margaret Gompers's eyes, turned the horse's head, and walked out kicking.

As for the eldest disciple, he has seen this kind of scene many times, and his young mind may have been distorted for a long time, so he might as well distort it a little more.

Big Smith turned to the manager and said, "What did you see?"

The manager shook his head: "I didn't see anything."

"Afterwards, if it's none of your business, the food truck gang will owe you a favor. This favor is very valuable, so you have to cherish it."

……

The home of Arthur Gompers.

Zhao Chuanxin is frying vegetarian meatballs in the kitchen.

When he was a child, every Chinese New Year, his grandmother would fry vegetarian meatballs, fried vermicelli, and fried pork as tribute.

People outside the customs were not wealthy to begin with. Even when Zhao Chuanxin was a child, his family had little money, so this was already a good tribute.

While the vegetarian meatballs were being fried, Zhao Chuanxin was waiting nearby.

Half of it was dedicated to the ancestor, and the other half was sacrificed to his five internal organs temple.

Now, he takes good care of his living ancestors. Isn't eating spicy food better than plain meatballs?

Therefore, there is no need to worship ancestors in the future. If you live unfilially and die, it will be useless to scream.

The two apprentices were waiting nearby and rushed to eat as soon as the pot came out.

"Okay, don't eat too much, it's very greasy."

Zhao Chuanxin turned off the gas.

Bringing the remaining vegetarian meatballs to the table.

Mrs. Gompers said embarrassedly: "How can we let the guests cook?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "It doesn't matter."