Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Chapter 631: OK, OK, this is your attitude, right (page 12)

Many people present knew Chinese, and their expressions changed when they heard the words.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished speaking, as soon as he lit his cigar, he grabbed the waiter's hair and kicked his ankle violently.

In the face of absolute power, any struggle and survival instinct of the waiter were in vain, and his body simply let go.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled out his hair and used his violent armor to slam the waiter's head onto the ground.

The back of his head hit the floor hard, making a "thud" sound.

"Then they will be buried with you."

"Do you know where this is?"

Most of the people present said: "I have..."

Mao Zi's body swayed and his upper body fell on the table.

The rest of the people were numb.

He narrowed his eyes: "This is the law of your concession, right?"

It turns out that little Banov also ate here.

"Fuck you!" Zhao Chuanxin knocked down with his stick.

Little Banov nodded sharply: "I know, I know, half of it is mine."

Zhao Chuanxin turned his index finger around the trigger guard: "There are not many people in this world who can tie with Zhao."

"I only have one house, I work at Huayosheng Bank, and I have no liquid assets."

Except for that man, no other Chinese dared to kill so unscrupulously in the Russian Concession.

He gingerly touched his hand to his waist, where in the holster was Zhao Chuanxin's favorite Mosin Nagant revolver.

He understood the truth, but he felt heartbroken and couldn't let go. Construction of that building began in 1902, and it is now early 1908, and it is expected to take another two or three years to be completed. It took the two brothers a lot of effort, but they still expected to make a lot of money from it.

The waiter got up tremblingly and ran towards the kitchen as if he was being pardoned.

As soon as he sat down, he stood up again.

The encirclement was getting smaller and smaller, and there was a Chinese woman brought by Mao Zi. Her eyes were full of despair, and she knelt down with a "pop".

Dry rice is the only exception.

Maozi took out his gun and cocked the hammer.

The young Tsarist Russian aristocrat Banov died just for a foreign-style building.

Zhao Yixian did not dare to refute, fearing that Zhao Chuanxin would become red-blooded and kill him with one blow, and trotted to the kitchen.

Gaba...the spine is broken.

Zhao Chuanxin held the knife in both hands and rushed into the crowd, slashing, chopping, lifting the knife, stabbing...

A group of idiots were a little confused when they saw it, and ran back screaming. Why did they see a ghost when it was just dark?

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his arm and cut it behind his back.

Many years later, Hu Gentang's career reached its peak. A couple in the French Concession wanted to return to China and sell off fifty properties in the French Concession.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand, and the wine on the table rose into a ball, blocking the man's mouth and nose.

The people around were too frightened to speak out.

I don’t dare to say harsh words anymore.

"Um...this..."

Little Banov turned his head a few times before he realized that because of their differences in thinking, they usually don't like to beat around the bush.

As soon as he took out the gun, Zhao Chuanxin looked at him: "You want to spar with me, right? I'll let you go first!"

A cold light flashed, and his head was in a different place.

The Russians stood up one after another and looked at Zhao Chuanxin in disbelief, shouting and insulting him.

He used to have dogs, but if the dogs were disobedient, they would be whipped and kicked. And he has mastered the best way to train a dog - stay calm!

"full name."

He fell to the ground, his eyes bulging, he kept scratching the floor, and soon lost consciousness.

bang...

He walked over and picked up the fallen Mosin-Nagant wheel and found that it was quite well maintained.

The man said "Ouch" and covered his crotch, which made everyone in the restaurant feel the same emotion.

Another Mosin Nagant spinner.

But when Zhao Chuanxin heard this, he felt extremely harsh.

The restaurant was full of people running around, crying for their father and mother.

"I……"

Every time there was a "dong dong" sound, the kneeling men shivered. The smell of blood hit them, and they felt like chaff in a moment.

This person was choked on his trachea, and the water wouldn't flow up or down. He immediately changed from a crotch-covering person to a mouth-covering person.

bang...

Zhao Chuanxin changed to the Scepter of Redemption, and hit Banov's head with output.

You can't even think about it, right?

"What are you going to do?"

He spoke very poor Chinese, and after trying to organize himself, he stumbled and said, "What do you want?"

Balworth hid behind Ganfan with his tail between his legs.

One of the bald men said: "I am Chino Banov, I am a Russian nobleman, and I am a relative of Nicholas II..."

They knew that if they said the wrong thing at this time, they would die.

When other idiots see it, will they kneel down and not die?

So he followed suit and immediately fell to his knees on the ground.

"You must not be able to see the sun tomorrow!"

How tight is the blockage?

He couldn't even cough, and the air couldn't come in or come out.

"..." Little Banov was horrified, who is this person?

He said dryly: "That building is worth thirty thousand taels of silver..."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "What did you say?"

Seven or eight meters away, a guy secretly took out a gun, cocked the hammer under the table, and fired.

The second person honestly reported his real name, and Benjamin Goldberg asked: "How many properties do you own? What business do you run in the concession? How many liquid assets and real estate do you have?"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, and the vodka from the bottle poured out, blocking his mouth and nose.

boom!

There was a bloody hole on the back of Maozi's hand, and Mosin Nagant wheel landed on the ground.

"What are you saying in your mind?"

Zhao Chuanxin shouted angrily: "Damn it, you guys are so lawless. I am so angry that I have no fixed place to live and no food to eat. What do you think I should do?"

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the man's hair, lunged with his knees crossed, and suddenly pulled, Mao Zi's neck collided with Zhao Chuanxin's thigh.

A nearby well-dressed hairy girl opened her mouth and screamed hysterically: "Ah..."

Boom... Maozi fell down in response.

This man had sweat on his forehead and was hesitant to speak.

What a loud tone!

Immediately, a name came to mind.

Their names are preceded by their given name, followed by their patronymic variant, followed by their surname.

Throwing the ax away, the screams stopped immediately.

"You don't want to give me the house, do you?"

Boom!

The soup bowl was smashed on little Banov's head.

Everyone slandered.