mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 386
As he spoke, he pushed open the door and waved towards the inside of the nightclub, and several other Smiths came out shaking their arms.

The guys with swollen faces crowded the nightclub's gate to the brim, staring at Zhao Chuanxin with unkind eyes.

Marcus Nkrumah stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Master, are you going to overthrow them?"

Big Smith looked at him and his eyelids twitched.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "Good boy, I will give you an extra meal later, eat a hamburger."

Marcus Nkrumah's eyes lit up instantly.

Seven Smith was young and energetic, and said fearlessly: "There are only three of you, I advise you to think before you speak."

Zhao Chuanxin stuffed the paper back, and took a moment to say: "Why is this kid like this? He always threatens others. Do you know it's impolite?"

"..."

Seeing that the guests were blocked outside, Big Smith said anxiously: "Let's go, we won't do anything for you, the third child can't represent all of us."

"Don't worry." Zhao Chuanxin smiled. "In your line of work, there will always be time for you to go to jail, right? In prison, you can't compete with Jews, Italians and Irishmen? I don't get paid much, but I can guarantee that some of you will go to prison in the future, so that you You must come out with the whole tail."

Seven Smith sneered: "What a big tone! Why do you guarantee our safety?"

Zhao Chuanxin hooked his fingers at Big Smith: "Take a step to speak."

Big Smith looked back at his brothers and felt that he was quite confident, so he leaned forward.

Zhao Chuanxin whispered: "Have you heard of Chen Yigeng? You can call Xinxin Prison and ask your third child what the word Chen Yigeng means in prison."

There is no need to call the prison to ask, just hearing the word "Chen Yigeng", Big Smith's body trembled.

Who is the most famous person in New York City lately?

It must be Chen Yigeng who is in full swing!
More than a dozen people from the New York Police Department were killed by him single-handedly, throwing away their armor and armor.

Look at the man in front of him, Asian, tall and tall, completely in line with Chen Yigeng's image!
Zhao Chuanxin took out a box of camel cigarettes and lit it, and watched Big Smith's expression change leisurely.

"You, you are the wanted Chen Yigeng?"

"I never said that."

"Aren't you afraid that I will claim the bounty? Your bounty is sky-high!"

"The strong wind blows over the hills, but only the grass remains. The bounty can be claimed, and if I can spend it until tomorrow, I will lose."

Big Smith's face turned black, as black as charcoal.

"Let's discuss it."

"Okay, you guys discuss first, let's go in and have something to eat."

As Zhao Chuanxin said, he waved to the two people behind him.

The decoration of Cotton Nightclub is not luxurious, but a little old.

Not all black people come here for entertainment, but there are also white people.

But the music is dominated by jazz, blues and dance that goes with both.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't understand what kind of dance was being performed on the dance floor.

Before he was physically uncoordinated, dancing was a luxury sport for him.

So he went straight to the table and said to the waiter, "Do you have hamburgers? Serve me forty first."

The waiter was a black spirited guy, and he said in a daze, "Sir, there are no burgers here."

"Do you have a sandwich?"

"This, neither."

"steak?"

"Uh, no."

Zhao Chuanxin patted the table: "Neither this, nor that, so what kind of nightclub is there?"

"..." The black spiritual boy felt that this person was here to find fault.Who's coming to the nightclub for dinner?

He looked at the door, the Smith brothers were having a lively discussion, and didn't pay attention to this side.

He had no choice but to say politely: "We have oysters, cheese platter, pickled olives, pickles and French fries for wine."

Marcus Nkrumah shook his head: "Master, I don't want to eat these, I can't eat enough."

Isaiah was in high spirits: "Boss, can I have a drink?"

"Yes, Brother Smith and the others pay the bill."

"Huh? Forget it then."

Isaiah dared not offend the brothers.

At this moment, a white man got drunk and rushed to the stage, pushing the singers away.

At this time, the nightclub did not have a microphone, but a loudspeaker called a "cornucopia".

As soon as the white man opened his mouth, he howled like hell.

The waiter who was waiting for Zhao Chuanxin to order drinks gasped.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "This song is all about emotion, without any skills."

The Smith brothers at the door were also interrupted by this white spoiler, and hurried back.

Two Smiths came on stage and took the white man down.

"Hey, I warn you, it's no good making trouble here."

"Nigger, get your hands off!"

"Show me some respect, a white man made trouble here a few days ago, and it didn't end well..."

Zhao Chuanxin happily sat on the sofa and watched.

These brothers seem to be reckless, but they are actually very restrained.

Three Smiths beat white men and sent them to Sing Sing Prison, it is possible that they did it on purpose.

Sacrifice one person, happy family.

When the white man heard this, he really calmed down a bit, and went to the side to calm down.

Seeing that the Smith brothers overwhelmed the white people in momentum, the people in the venue booed and applauded, as if they had won a victory in terms of skin color.

Big Smith came over: "We have discussed and can help you with some things. But as you can see, we have our own business to deal with."

Doing business in a white man's world will inevitably encounter ghosts and ghosts. They can't guarantee that they will never go to prison.

In addition, Chen Yigeng was not easy to mess with.

"It's okay, you have a lot of buddies, it's okay to work in shifts, and five people will be drawn to me to do things with me every day."

Big Smith had no excuses left, he gritted his teeth: "Okay, I hope you can take good care of the third child in Sing Sing Prison, where white people rule."

Zhao Chuanxin got up: "Yes, now call the person who called you to follow me."

When he walked out of the Cotton Nightclub, Zhao Chuanxin had expanded his team to 8 people after two rounds of recruitment.

Eight strong men wandered the streets, and pedestrians were afraid to avoid them.

The first day was Big Smith leading the shift, and he asked, "Chen, where are we going?"

"Cross the Williamsburg Bridge and find the Jew."

Big Smith frowned: "It's best not to provoke them."

With just a few of them, they can run amok on this street.

And this fame can't go out of Brooklyn and Harlem.

But the Jewish gang and the Italian fraternity and the Irish were different, and they were all over New York.

Especially the Jewish gang, this group of people have flexible minds and like to wander between black and white, so they are particularly difficult to deal with.

Big Smith didn't want to provoke these people from the bottom of his heart.

Zhao Chuanxin got on the horse: "Yeah, you'd better start praying for them now."

What do you mean?
Brother Big Smith looked at each other.

Want to fight against the Jewish gang?
Zhao Chuanxin did not explain.

New York is big and densely populated.

If Zhao Chuanxin wants to find Charles Baker as soon as possible, he must gather all the strength at hand.

The Smith brothers are ghosts and ghosts.

They took Zhao Chuanxin to the alleys, avoiding patrolling policemen and areas where white people walked freely, and avoided a lot of trouble.

Arrive smoothly in Lower Manhattan.

According to the address, Zhao Chuanxin came to a family outside the courtyard.

At this time, a Jew and a white man were talking outside the door.

When they saw Zhao Chuanxin bringing seven strong black men here, the two immediately became nervous.

The Jew even tried to run.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand, Big Smith, Isaiah and others outflanked him from both sides, blocking his way.

Zhao Chuanxin brought Marcus Nkrumah forward: "Abraham Cohen, don't be afraid, your cousin Eastman asked me to come."

Eastman was the leader of the Jewish gang in Sing Sing Prison.

Abraham Cohen really calmed down when he heard the name "Eastman".

Zhao Chuanxin gave him a letter as usual.

After Abraham Cohen watched it, he behaved quite differently from the previous ones.

Wearing a suit and tie, he said politely, "Sir, I'd love to help, but right now I'm doing an exorcism for my client's child."

Exorcism?

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up.

Zhao Chuanxin, a professional mage, focuses on supernatural powers.

Is this an opportunity?

But the white man frowned at Zhao Chuanxin and a group of strong black men.

He said displeased and arrogantly: "You better leave, this is not the place for you dirty people, otherwise I will let the police chief arrest you."

Brother Smith and Isaiah tense up.

They have always been suppressed by the white people and struggled to survive.

Under the strong flesh and blood, there is a weak heart.

Being discriminated against by words, but dare not speak out.

Zhao Chuanxin won't go on a killing spree, but it doesn't mean he has lost his temper.

Under the astonished gazes of the Smith brothers and Isaiah, they grabbed the white man's collar and swung the big-eared melon seeds up without hesitation.

PIA...

A crisp sound.

The white man was slapped in a circle by him.

My brain hurts.

He fell to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, and felt that his teeth were a little loose.

"You...you dare to hit me?" He said incredulously, "Do you know who I am? I am Arthur Gompers, and my father is Samuel Gompers!"

Zhao Chuanxin was taken aback.

Is this the American version of "My Dad is Li Gang" in the early [-]th century?
He didn't know who Samuel Gompers was, but Brother Smith, Isaiah and Abraham Cohen apparently did.

All these people's faces changed.

Samuel Gompers, leader of the American Federation of Labor, is known as America's emperor of labor.

Especially Abraham Cohen, a whirlwind.

Not only did he fail to climb the big tree, but he also offended him.

Now the job is gone, and the pay for the exorcism must be gone.

It's over, it's over!

Zhao Chuanxin took a sip: "I beat Gompers, whoever your father is!"

Abraham Cohen couldn't let the situation develop, he hurried forward to hold Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, please calm down, Mr. Gompers is a member of the Labor Union, you have caused me a lot of trouble."

"Stop talking nonsense." Zhao Chuanxin didn't even know Da Luo, so how could he be bluffed by a labor union?He fixedly looked at Abraham Cohen: "Your cousin's letter has also been read, and now gather people for me."

Abraham Cohen shook his head: "No, I'm an exorcist. I promised Mr. Gompers that I would perform an exorcism for his daughter."

Arthur Gompers on the ground looked better.

At least someone knows how to respect him.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned, looked at Arthur Gompers, and said angrily: "Exorcism? I am a mage, and my main focus is on salvation. Lead the way ahead, let me go and rescue your daughter first!"

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(End of this chapter)