Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin came to the center of the venue and pointed at the various people at the tables in the restaurant: "One by one, you all have to join this dear friend... By the way, what's your name?"

"Uh... I'm Tang Guoan, courtesy name Guolu."

"Boiler? This is as simple and unpretentious as my name. I am Zhao Chuanxin, and my name is Charcoal Burner."

"..." Tang Guoan emphasized: "Mr. Zhao, my name is Guolu, which means the country of the family and the country, and the salary of the salary."

"Everything is the same." Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "I am telling you that every one of you must participate in my brother Boiler's anti-smoking meeting. The more the merrier. If any country does not participate, let alone not warn you. In the future, your country will Ships entered the East China Sea, and Zhao went to sea specifically to inspect your country’s ships.”

I blanch... This is unreasonable.

Who knows whether he went to inspect or used the matter of scuttling the battleship as blackmail?

Or just like the Futatsu Maru, take away the ship and cargo?

A diplomat from the Austro-Hungarian Empire suddenly asked: "Mr. Zhao, is this too unreasonable? You are making it difficult for us."

"Is it difficult to handle?" Zhao Chuanxin came to Xie Lishan, who was holding his cheek: "It's difficult to handle, then don't do it!"

Zhao Chuanxin directly overturned the table, and the dinner plate, knife, fork and wine glass fell to the ground and smashed into pieces: "Zhuo Nima, don't even think about entering the Pacific Ocean in the future. I block your Austro-Hungarian Empire's ships every day, and there will be a sinking." One, do what you say!”

The German diplomats who came to dine suddenly stood up: "Mr. Zhao, don't forget that the merchant ships of your Qing Empire will also come to Western countries for trade..."

Zhao Chuanxin lit up a new cigarette: "It doesn't matter, it's not my ship anyway, and it's not me who lost it. I don't represent the Qing court, I represent myself. You will die if you think of something."

German diplomats were immediately dumbfounded.

The country cannot act rogue, but individuals can.

There is nothing wrong with what Zhao Chuanxin said.

Tang Guoan felt uneasy.

The consequences of this matter are really unpredictable. What if it arouses the rebellious psychology of the great powers?

At this moment, the restaurants opened, and the Indian cavalry patrol, numbering over 40 people, arrived.

All are of Indian origin.

They have red hair, tall bodies, and raised beards, and they look very "three".

These are all Sikhs.

In Shili Foreign Market, when they see European and American people, they will nod and kowtow in a servile manner. When they see Chinese people, they will look fierce and often yell and curse.

The people on Hong Kong Island have to timidly call them Indians "sir".

It spread to Shiliyangchang and was transliterated. The people affectionately called them "Ah San".

After receiving a call from a white man at the Rich Hotel, although they heard that there was only one murderer, forty or fifty people showed up with great fanfare to show their concern.

But only the dozen or so people in the front were armed, while those behind were armed with batons.

In their opinion, this lineup is more than enough to subdue a Chinese murderer.

However, as soon as I entered the restaurant, I found that it was eerily quiet inside.

Everyone looked at them with different expressions.

The Indian cavalry patrol was a little confused, and the leader asked in curry-flavored English: "Where is the murderer?"

No one spoke, no one looked away.

At this time, no one even had the courage to signal with their eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin stood out from the crowd and said in English as he walked: "Oh, it's all a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. You three, listen to me..."

Because those who sat here to dine were either rich or noble, the Indian cavalry patrol just frowned at Zhao Chuanxin, and even those with guns did not even dare to raise their guns, because they would inevitably be suspected of pointing their guns at white people. .

This was more convenient for Zhao Chuanxin. After he successfully approached, he threw the elf carving knife away.

The smart gyroscope flew out from the body and swept across with the elf carving knife in its mouth.

Zhao Chuanxin whistled, and the whip of judgment wrapped around the crystal chandelier, throwing him forward.

With his coat fluttering and people in the air, Zhao Chuanxin started firing with a God of War M1907 in each hand.

Chug tug tug…

The seal cavalry patrol that had already entered was wiped out in the blink of an eye, and they didn't even react until they died.

Zhao Chuanxin landed, leaned his back on the wall next to the door, and threw the paper airplane.

The paper airplane flexibly rotated 180 degrees in the air, passed through the restaurant door, and went outside, followed by the smart gyroscope.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his index finger to the dumbfounded people in the restaurant: "Shh... let the knife fly for a while."

Everyone: "..."

Then I heard cries for father and mother from outside the door, but within three breaths, there was no movement outside.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand, the smart gyroscope flew back to his palm, and the sword was sheathed.

The temperature in the restaurant was high, so Zhao Chuanxin took off his coat without looking and threw it towards the clothes hanger by the door, where it just happened to catch.

He arranged his suit and returned to his seat: "Okay, everyone, that's it. Let's continue eating."

Who the hell is in the mood to eat?

At the entrance of the restaurant, there were piles of corpses of people from the mounted patrol, with severed limbs and remains piled on top of each other. The smell of blood permeated the entire restaurant, and the carpet was soaked with their blood.

It was too fast. In the flash of lightning, the forty or fifty-man Seal Cavalry Patrol was completely wiped out.

The total number of Indian cavalry patrols in Shanghai is only about 400. Is it okay to go to one-tenth of them today?

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the waiter: "Why don't you serve the food? Are you waiting to be shot?"

The waiter's crotch got wet and he peed in fear: "Come here, come here."

But he ran out of the restaurant dragging traces of urine.

Zhao Chuanxin did not forget to shout at his back: "If you dare to spit into the vegetables, I will cramp and skin you!"

This is what worries him the most.

The waiter ran faster, and he might win the title when he represented the Qing Dynasty in the London Olympics.

But when we arrived at the door of the restaurant, the ground was covered in blood. The waiter's feet slipped and he fell down.

When he struggled to get up, he saw that his white shirt was covered in blood, and he couldn't help but let out a miserable cry: "Ah..."

Benjamin Goldberg whispered: "Master, they are all watching us."

"It doesn't matter. You have to get used to eating in front of everyone. You are used to it as a teacher anyway."

Zhao Yixian fidgeted and twisted his butt without saying a word.

Not long after, a frightened waiter came in carrying a dinner plate.

At this time, the entire kitchen was preparing meals for Zhao Chuanxin's table.

As for the others, hehe, they'll understand.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the waiter: "You didn't spit, did you?"

The waiter knelt down: "I, I, I really didn't vomit..."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Go away and continue serving food."

But he pushed the dinner plate in front of Zhao Yixian: "How does it taste?"

Zhao Yixian was so flattered that he imitated the foreigners, picked up a knife, clumsily cut a piece of meat, pierced it into his mouth with a fork and it tasted like chewing wax.

Still about to strike a second time, Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand: "Wait a minute."

Zhao Yixian didn't know why.

Zhao Chuanxian looked at his watch. Until the second dish came, Zhao Yixian was fine.