Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Seeing this, the remaining men stopped and retreated instead of advancing.

Everyone was extremely shocked.

Not much better than those women.

Except for people who have been on the battlefield, I am afraid that seeing this kind of bloody scene will make their hands and feet weak with fear.

Zhang Shangzhi had a different feeling. He held up the civilized stick and struck his head and face, shouting something while beating him.

There was a crackle and a slap.

MC Keith ran away with his head in his hands, limping with his injured leg. A moment later, Zhang Shangzhi, whose blood rushed to his head, caught up with him and continued to beat him hard.

MC Keith shouted: "Let me go, let me go, United Fruit will give you money, more money than you can spend in a lifetime."

"The money for Xen Niang..." Zhang Shangzhi blushed and didn't care about that at all.

Click...

The stick of civilization was broken by him!

Zhang Shangzhi looked blankly at the stubble-sharp civilized stick, anger arose in his heart, and evil grew in his courage.

He had just experienced what despair was.

Now that he has the God of War backing him, what should he be afraid of?

Zhang Shangzhi gritted his teeth, clenched the civilized staff with both hands, and puffed...

MC Keith looked at the civilized stick inserted into his abdomen in disbelief: "You lowly pig, how dare you..."

Hearing that he dared to speak nonsense at this time, Zhang Shangzhi had just released the evil in his heart and killed someone. He was still a little afraid, but at this moment the panic disappeared: "I'll go to hell with you, you white-skinned pig..."

Pull out, thrust in, pull out, thrust in...

Bloody.

Like a madman.

This is how an honest person gets pissed off.

Clarisse, who followed him through the door, felt as if he was having a nightmare.

Although the scene in Shura Hell was not directed at her, it still frightened her.

No need to doubt. After today, I don’t know how long I will have nightmares.

Is this the Butcher of the Far East mentioned in the newspapers?

very scary!

Zhao Chuanxin walked over and held Zhang Shangzhi by the collar: "Okay, this person is dead.

But you still have the strength?

If you have the strength, go get him. "

With that said, Zhao Chuanxin pointed at Huertas who was tied up.

Huertas couldn't understand Chinese, but when he saw Zhao Chuanxin pointing at him, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but he couldn't break free from the whip of the ruling.

Zhang Shangzhi recovered, his hands and feet were as sore as noodles, he smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Zhao, God of War Zhao, I have no strength..."

After saying that, looking at his masterpiece, Zhang Shangzhi lay on the ground and vomited loudly.

Zhao Chuanxin played the hanging song.

The Whip of Judgment pops out its barbs.

Huertas gasped as he was tortured by the pain of countless needle pricks.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the handle and pulled it sharply.

Huertas was left naked.

Zhao Chuanxin raised the whip of judgment.

"Pia..."

"Ow..."

A whip brings down a piece of flesh.

It can be said to be extremely cruel, but not fatal.

"Pia..."

"Ow..."

Zhao Chuanxin took his time and whipped him one after another.

"Aren't you fucking awesome? Don't you regard human life as nothing? Don't you have a heavy army? Things are changing, and today I want you to feel what fear is!"

Huertas was really scared.

Having been in a high position for a long time, he felt fear for the first time.

Zhao Chuanxin continued to beat him, and his screams continued, but the volume became smaller and smaller.

There was no sound from Huertas until there was not a single piece of intact skin left on his body.

Zhao Chuanxin judged that he must have been tortured to death.

Even if he doesn't die, in the hot and humid environment of Central America and the medical conditions at this time, he is definitely not physiological.

He shook his head and sighed: "It's so pitiful. He died in more pain than his second uncle."

"..."

Everyone looked at him as if they were looking at a demon.

Zhao Chuanxin came to Takahashi Ming again and looked at him condescendingly: "Japanese devils? Is this drafted? Do the Japanese devils dare to make noise these days?"

Akira Takahashi knelt down and kowtowed: "Spare my life, spare my life, it's none of my business. I didn't hit anyone."

If you don't hit someone, you just insult them.

Zhao Chuanxin just showed up, and this guy dared to jump.

Zhao Chuanxin twitched the corners of his mouth: "Japanese are all bastards!"

Takahashi opened his mouth, subconsciously wanting to refute, but shut up again.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his whip.

"Pia..."

"Ouch..." Akira Takahashi finally knew what Huertas had gone through: "Yes, the Japanese are all bastards."

It hurt so damn much, so terrible, the place where the skin and flesh had been torn off was burning.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Let me ask you, are the Japanese inferior to pigs and dogs?"

"Yes, the Japanese are worse than pigs and dogs."

"Are the Japanese inferior people?"

"Yes, the Japanese are inferior people."

"The Japanese nation should perish, don't you think?"

Akira Takahashi hesitated again.

"It's a shame, how dare you hesitate?"

"Pia..."

"Ouch..." Akira Takahashi exclaimed, "Japan should perish!"

"Sorry for the slow reply!"

Zhao Chuanxin continued to smoke.

Amid the whining, Takahashi Akira fell to the fate of Huertas.

The corpse finally fell silent.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes were as bright as lightning as he scanned the entire audience. No one dared to look at him.

Zhao Chuanxin asked Zhang Shangzhi: "Who else is present today?"

Zhang Shangzhi pointed to a few white people: "There are also them. They bully us Chinese workers and call us pigs."

Words like pig, piglet, and pig flower are something Zhao Chuanxi hates deeply.

He walked toward some white people.

A woman screamed in fright and crossed herself: "God protect me from the devil..."

Zhao Chuanxin pulled out the hand ax from the head of the white woman before, and sneered: "I Zhao Chuanxin wants you to die, and God will turn his head. He doesn't dare to care, you know?"

As soon as this statement came out, it cast a shadow over people's hearts.

Blasphemous.

Just now, these women looked on coldly at Chen Tao and Zhang Shangzhi who were being beaten. When passing by, they had to cover their mouths and noses in disgust, lift up their skirts, and assume a noble posture like a white lotus. They must not get out of the mud or be stained.

How proud I was just now, now I feel so scared and embarrassed.

At this time, Clarisse felt very unbearable and stopped him: "Don't..."

"Shut up!" Zhao Chuanxin suddenly turned around and pointed the ax at Claris, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Although Zhao Chuanxin had made some moves before and threatened to come to Huertas's residence to withdraw money, he had always been smiling.

Never been like now, as cold as a stone.

How did she know that Zhao Chuanxian had always been hard-hearted?