mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 391

Whether it is the Jews such as Abraham Cohen, or the Smith Brothers, these people are street rats, with sneaky eyes that can flicker in the dark, looking for the breath of the same kind and detecting the figure of the enemy.

Once the rat swarm grows and forms an impenetrable web, there is nowhere to hide from the likes of Charles Baker.

Abraham Cohen is undoubtedly the more flexible mind of this type of person.

He played a clever trick, using the promise of the dining car provided by Zhao Chuanxin as a temptation, and Chen Yigeng's famous name was added layer by layer, and he called all the city foxes and social mice he could contact.

I thought it was a grand event in Jianghu, but unexpectedly, it is also easy to leak rumors like this.

Word spread quickly to Mott Street on Manhattan's Lower East Side.

Immediately afterwards, it reached Situ Meitang's ears.

Situ Meitang searched for the culprit pretending to be Chen Yigeng for many days.

Unexpectedly, the news came to the door today.

An Liang Church was first established in Boston in 1894, and An Liang Main Church was established in New York, USA in 1905.

Anliangtang means to eradicate the strong and help the weak, eliminate violence and make peace.

By 1907, it had grown to more than 30 cities in the United States, with a huge momentum and more than 2 internal members.

A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops meet!

Waving the flag and shouting, they gathered more than a hundred people and divided into several roads to head towards Brooklyn.

At noon, a Jew who was inquiring for news was caught.

Following the clues, he easily found out the Cotton Nightclub.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin was waiting for news at the Cotton Nightclub, when he saw Big Smith rushing into the private room in a panic.

"Xie Te! The An Liang Tang in Chinatown is here, there are more than 100 people, and they are looking for you!"

This guy is terrified!
Don't look at how many of their brothers are five and six, but compared with the Chinese gang with a unified style, they pale in comparison.

A large-scale operation involving hundreds of people is unheard of by the Smith Brothers!

He looked at Zhao Chuanxin in panic. To his disappointment, Zhao Chuanxin was unmoved at all: "What are you panicking? Is there any clue about Charles Baker this morning?"

He still doesn't know why this Anliangtang is looking for him.

But a hundred or ten people, to him, may be a trivial matter that can be solved with a single magazine of the God of War M1907, so he didn't take it to heart.

But Big Smith was stunned. At this moment, he still misses Charles Baker. How big is his heart?

"No!" Big Smith panicked, pacing back and forth: "Otherwise, let's call the police!"

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin knew that this guy was being pushed into a hurry, and he could even come up with the bad idea of ​​calling the police.

He had no choice but to get up, and said calmly: "Last night, the saxophone player in the Cotton Nightclub was very good. At the funeral of these people, you ask him to play to see him off."

"..."

Compared with pretending, Big Smith feels that these people are not on the same level at all.

Zhao Chuanxin threw Marcus Nkrumah a set of fortitude armor made exclusively for him, and put it on himself.

Big Smith scratched his head, everyone is calling, are you still changing here?

After Zhao Chuanxin was fully dressed, he patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, I'll take you to meet this troublesome Anliangtang!"

Isaiah, who was running errands for Zhao Chuanxin, hadn't opened his mouth just now, and at this time also persuaded: "Sir, why don't we avoid the edge for now?"

He is also afraid.

"Nonsense, do you still call yourself a young man who avoids the edge? Young people are full of vigor."

"..." Big Smith muttered, "I'm not young anymore, I'm already 35 years old..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Zhao Chuanxin had already taken the lead and left.

Big Smith and Isaiah looked at each other, stomped and followed.

After going downstairs, Zhao Chuanxin was surprised to find that Abraham Cohen, a naughty dog, did not run away, but brought someone back to help.

"Mr. Chen, those people have surrounded us outside, what should we do?" Abraham Cohen asked palely.

When he first heard the news, there was a battle between heaven and man in his heart.

He was reluctant to part with Zhao Chuanxin's paintings, and was also afraid of the momentum of Anliangtang.

He discussed it with everyone, and everyone agreed that they would not even be able to eat, so it was better to die and fight with Zhao Chuanxin for the rest of their lives.

Can you get ahead without risk?
Abraham Cohen had been coerced into coming.

Zhao Chuanxin gave him a meaningful look: "What should we do? Our dining car pie will never give in!"

"Meal... car pie?"

Everyone was speechless.

It was the least famous name in all of New York.

But it was very appropriate, everyone was gathered by Zhao Chuanxin's dining car pancake.

Zhao Chuanxin took the lead, and cooperated with the big Hanmen who were black and white to file out.

Outside, as expected, hundreds of people had already gathered.

Many of them were still wearing long gowns and short gowns.

There are two people in the lead, with big ears and broad faces in the front, and prominent cheekbones. They are not tall, but they are very imposing.

The first one looked a bit wretched, wearing a long gown and top hat.

The two are Situ Meitang and Li Xiling respectively.

Situ Meitang is the general manager of Anliangtang in the United States, and he is honored as "big brother" and "uncle" internally, which is similar to the godfather of the Italians.

Li Xiling is the head of the main church in New York.

Situ Meitang couldn't help being surprised when he saw a group of people, including Asians, whites, and blacks, coming out of the nightclub.

In particular, the speaker is obviously that Asian!
He felt even more strange.

At this time in New York, there has always been a clear distinction between monsters and monsters.

Black is black, white is white, yellow is yellow, and brown stands aside.

When will these people be able to mix together?

Li Xiling whispered from behind: "Boss, the tall man in front probably pretends to be Chen Yigeng!"

Next to him was a 1.7-meter-long, very thin man, who said indignantly, "This man pretended to be me and almost killed me. The New York Police Department will put me in the electric chair!"

He was originally detained in the Manhattan Detention Center, but because of this incident, Li Xiling spent a lot of money on bail to bring him out.

Situ Meitang frowned deeply: "I feel very familiar with this person's demeanor. But I'm sure I've never seen him before!"

While the three of them were talking, they saw that the tall young man had already walked over.

About 40 people followed behind him.

An Liangtang held knives, guns, sticks and various weapons tightly.

A fight is imminent!
Situ Meitang heard that tall young man say with a hippie smile: "Huh? What are you doing? It's not good to be stuck here, how many flowers and plants will be trampled on us?"

Situ Meitang was stunned...

Why is it different from what I thought!
He considered and said: "You..."

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him: "What are you? Don't think that I won't let you lose money because you are old! I won't blackmail you, just take five hundred dollars casually."

"..." Situ Meitang was dumbfounded.

Li Xiling jumped out: "You dare to blame our people, if you don't give an explanation today, don't even think about getting out of here!"

When Zhao Chuanxin heard it, oh, there should be something wrong with the name "Chen Yigeng".

But this kind of thing must first create a moral high ground.

So Zhao Chuanxin said angrily: "What blame? I, Chen Yigeng, put my words here today, and no one wants to spout blood!"

Zhen Chen Yigeng heard this, and called out to Zhuang Tianqu: "Boss, listen up, he is really pretending to be me!"

Situ Meitang felt that what happened today was somewhat evil.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin laughing and cursing, he has experienced many things in his life, but he has never met such a person who made him feel uncertain.

So there was no joy or sorrow, and he said in a calm tone: "Friend, you don't follow the rules when you do things, but you know that one person does things and one person is responsible. You shouldn't pretend to be my brother's name!"

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes: "I, Chen Yigeng, can punch a 60-year-old man and kick a [-]-[-]-year-old child. Need to impersonate him? Is he worthy?"

"..."

Zhen Chen Yigeng jumped angrily: "Boss, you see he is ruining my reputation!"

Zhao Chuanxin knew it was unreasonable. He could be sentenced to dozens of death sentences for what he did.

Although there are countless people with the same name in the world, when Edith Roosevelt fabricated information for him, he filled in "An Liang Tang".

This is indisputable.

So he waved his hand: "Okay, don't mess around, go wherever you come from, our dining car gang is not easy to mess with."

People who are clearly wrong but still pretend to be magnanimous are the most abominable people.

Chen Yigeng, who practiced martial arts since he was a child, has a bad temper, and was furious when he heard the words. He rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin without waiting for the order.

Zhao Chuanxin was taken aback by his surprise.

But before he could express anything, Marcus Nkrumah behind him reacted quickly, and stepped forward to block the real Chen Yigeng's fist with his chest.

This punch was like a drizzle to his ability to fight against blows, and with the protection of fortitude and armor, it was even more light and flimsy.

He flew up and bound Zhen Chen Yigeng tightly with his arms.

He is tall and has long arms. When he hugged Zhen Chen Yigeng, he clamped his arms tightly together.

Huge force struck, no matter how Chen Yigeng struggled, it would be of no avail.

This move stunned everyone.

A two-meter strong man subduing a 1.7-meter man is no different from an adult playing with a child.

Marcus Nkrumah is afraid of nothing but ghosts and devils.

And he is loyal to Zhao Chuanxin and obeys his words!
He turned his head and asked, "Master, do you want to kill him?"

Last time, Benjamin Goldberg let him kill the thugs sent by Rockefeller.

The stupid big man didn't have any psychological burden on the matter of beating someone to death, and he said it as if he was having dinner with someone.

"Hey, forget it, this person is not sensible, let's not care about it like him." Zhao Chuanxin blushed.

I had already pretended to be someone else, but now I beat someone to death, I feel somewhat guilty.

"Oh." Marcus Nkrumah was very obedient, and let Zhen Chen Yigeng go.

Whether it is Lianjiazi is not worth mentioning in the face of the huge tonnage difference.

The real Chen Yigeng jumped back aggrieved, only daring to glare at Zhao Chuanxin and Marcus Nkrumah behind Situ Meitang.

A good group fight suddenly turned into a turn-based system.

Situ Meitang's face darkened: "It seems that this matter will be difficult to resolve today!"

As he said that, he wanted to issue orders and attack them in groups.

Zhao Chuanxin finally got impatient, and said coldly in Chinese: "I want to convince people with virtue, don't make me proud!"

Situ Meitang was taken aback when he heard that.

An outside accent!

The mantra of "convincing people with virtue"!

The eight-foot figure in the ancient book!

Laughing and scolding the temper of the devil incarnation!

Combined with the previous experience of the fake Chen Yigeng single-handedly overthrowing more than a dozen New York policemen...

Lightning flashed in his mind, his eyes widened suddenly, and he blurted out: "You are Zhao..."

　Changed a little, no harm
　　
　
(End of this chapter)