Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Apollo Cinema, 52 Sichuan Road, Shanghai.

Benjamin Goldberg and Nong Jinsun went to discuss setting up the competition.

Nong Jinsun thought Benjamin Goldberg was just a child, so he volunteered to negotiate on his behalf.

Unexpectedly, the other party was extremely arrogant: "Do you know what this place is? Who dares to come here and act wild?"

Nong Jinsun said angrily: "You are also Chinese, why do you speak like this?"

"Don't give me that." The other party was still arrogant.

Nong Jinsun felt helpless.

At this moment.

"Snapped."

Benjamin Goldberg got a slap in the face right away.

The other party was stunned: "You, you dare to hit someone?"

"My master is Zhao Chuanxin. He asked me to set up the arena. I'll give you one night to prepare. If you can't set up the arena well, you can't do it. My master demolished the Apollo Cinema."

The other party was shocked when he suddenly heard the three words "Zhao Chuanxin", but he still said stubbornly: "Who knows whether what you said is true or false?"

Zhao Chuanxin, he really couldn't afford to offend him.

"Haha, just because I mentioned the three names Zhao Chuanxin, just because I dared to say that I was his apprentice, you must set up a stage, otherwise you will bear the consequences yourself, don't say I didn't warn you."

"..."

The other party was speechless.

"Okay, fine then. I'll go back and tell the manager."

Benjamin Goldberg didn't waste time talking to him: "The stage is ready, and the posters are posted. The name will be - Zhao Chuanxin vs. Opiyin. If the venue is not full, you can wait for my master to come find you."

The other party was sweating profusely: "Definitely, definitely..."

Benjamin Goldberg turned and walked away, and the dazed Nong Jinsun hurried to follow him.

Is the sense of disparity in being human so strong?

This foreign kid just mentioned "Zhao Chuanxin", and the other party just did as he said?

……

Although Zhao Chuanxin came to Shanghai, Bronze Eye No. 21 was hung on the top of the flagpole on the east side of Dongsha Island, overlooking the surrounding area.

Whenever the Japanese came to seek revenge, he would rush back immediately.

By the way, he sent a telegram to Lubin Prefecture at the post office, telling Cui Fenghua that he was in Shanghai.

The content of the telegram Cui Fenghua sent to him in reply was very long. First, the Japanese consulate sent notes to the Qing court and Lubin Prefecture at the same time to protest against Zhao Chuanxin's indiscriminate killing of innocent people on Xize Island.

Yes, Japan was still talking about Nishize Island, not Dong-Sha Island, which made Zhao Chuanxin want to kill.

The second was the accountability of the International Arms Limitation Commission in The Hague, which asked Zhao Chuanxin to report why the Japanese were massacred on Nishize Island.

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin could no longer hold back the rage in his heart.

Finally, Cui Fenghua told Zhao Chuanxin and Situ Meitang's investigation results that Kang Youwei is currently in Torreón, Mexico.

Zhao Chuanxin asked Zhang Shouzeng to reply to the Japanese: If you don't seek death, you won't die. From now on, the family name of Dongsha Island will be Zhao.

He sent a telegram directly to the Hague Arms Limitation Commission, and his reply was simple and clear, just four words - personal grudge.

After sleeping in the hotel for a night, Zhao Chuanxin got up the next day. His puppet servants washed his hair and shaved his face, and wiped his leather shoes. Zhao Chuanxin put on his custom-made suit and windbreaker by Brooks Brothers and went out.

In the hall, all the martial artists gathered.

Previously, Benjamin Goldberg said he wanted to break into the British Concession, but everyone declined for various reasons.

When Zhao Chuanxin came, they were eager to try.

Because last night we listened to Nong Jinsun talk about how Benjamin Goldberg used his master's name to get things done, everyone felt that following Zhao Chuanxin would be a safe bet at best.

And you can become famous.

Zhao Chuanxin said, "Everyone, just go to the Apollo Cinema and wait. Remember, don't buy a ticket when you go in, just say my name. They let Opinion use me as a signboard to make money, and I haven't settled the score with them yet."

Everyone: "..."

There was nothing to say, so I could only follow Benjamin Goldberg to the cinema.

Zhao Chuanxin went out, called a rickshaw, and headed to the British Concession.

The rickshaw driver put the rag on his shoulder and said, "Please sit down, stand up..."

When they arrived at the place, Zhao Chuanxin paid the driver, but he said, "I didn't calculate the distance well. Please give me an extra 1 cents."

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to give a tip, but he grinned when he heard this: "Just blame me for being poor, not stingy. Besides, why should poor people make things difficult for poor people?"

The driver's face changed and he whistled. Two more drivers came over and stared at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin extended his index finger and motioned for them to wait: "I'm going to borrow some money, don't worry."

As he spoke, he walked towards the entrance of the British Concession.

The three drivers wanted to stop the car, but they didn't dare to do so in the foreign concession. After all, the police in the British concession were not used to them, so they had to wait patiently.

Zhao Chuanxin walked straight towards the British Concession, and of course the soldiers would stop him.

"stop."

"Stand still, stand still." Zhao Chuanxin swung his arm sideways and punched a soldier on the larynx.

The Indian soldier covered his neck and fell down with his head tilted back.

The other man hurriedly reached for his gun, but Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his arm and kicked him in the thigh.

The powerful force made the soldier fall sideways and heavily to the ground, and Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and stomped on him.

bang.

The soldier rolled his eyes and fainted.

The three drivers were so scared that their hands and feet went numb and they looked at each other.

Zhao Chuanxin was heard shouting to the British Concession police who had hurried over: "Those three rickshaw drivers asked me to rob them of their money."

I... The three drivers turned their cars around and ran away without saying a word.

One of the patrolmen rushed over with a short stick in his hand. Zhao Chuanxin took a step forward. The patrolman did not expect that he could take a step forward five meters. It was too late for him to brake. Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the short stick and knocked him out of his hand. The patrolman flew backwards.

Zhao Chuanxin swung his short stick and collided with the short stick coming from the other side.

The patrolman's palm was numbed by the shock, and the short stick flew out of his hand and slashed into the face of another patrolman.

Click.

The bridge of my nose is broken.

Zhao Chuanxin hit the patrolman in front of him with a stick, and the cheek was deformed and a tooth flew out.

Passersby inside and outside the British Concession were stunned.

Do you dare to think?

There are actually people running wild in the British Concession.

Zhao Chuanxin took three running steps, used the reaction shoulder straps to reduce the gravity, and with the combined efforts of Violent Armor and Xingyue, Zhao Chuanxin floated onto the top of the wall, took another step, and landed on the roof.

The people below only saw the lifted hem of the windbreaker.

Zhao Chuanxin put on sunglasses, put his hands in his pockets, and walked slowly on the roof.

Someone below shouted, “Who are you?”

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "My name is Zhao Chuanxin, let Zhe Meisen come out."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Every time Zhao Chuanxin came to the British Concession, something bad happened.

Last time, Zhe Meisen was almost scared to death, and Zhao Chuanxin took over the Kaiping Coal Mine.

What are you here for this time?

There was a group of British soldiers coming down below, but no one dared to act rashly.

Soon, Zhemison came trotting over with a walking stick in his hand, not caring about his hat even though it had fallen off.

"Don't do it, don't do it..."