mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 504 I want you to die, God also turns around
Seeing this, the rest of the men stopped in their footsteps and retreated instead of advancing.

Everyone was terrified.

Not much better than those women.

Except for those who have been on the battlefield, I am afraid that seeing such a bloody scene will make their hands and feet go weak with fright.

Zhang Shangzhi had a different feeling. He held up the civilized stick, covered his head and face, and beat while screaming.

Crackling and pumping.

MC Keith ran away with his head in his arms, dragging his injured leg and limping. After a while, Zhang Shangzhi, whose blood rushed to his head, caught up and continued to beat him fiercely.

MC Keith shouted: "Let me go, let me go, United Fruit will give you money, money you can't spend in your lifetime."

"Money for Ye Niang..." Zhang Shangzhi's eyes turned red, and he didn't care about that at all.

click...

The Civilization Staff was interrupted by him!

Zhang Shangzhi looked blankly at the broken and sharp civilized stick, anger rose from his heart, and evil grew to his gallbladder.

Just now he just experienced what despair is.

Now that God of War is backing him, what is there to be afraid of?
Zhang Shangzhi gritted his teeth, grasped the civilized staff tightly with both hands, poof...

MC Keith looked at the staff of civilization inserted into his abdomen in disbelief: "You lowly pig, how dare you..."

Hearing that he still dared to talk nonsense at this time, Zhang Shangzhi just killed someone because he let go of the evil in his heart, and he was still a little afraid, but at this moment the panic disappeared: "Fuck you, you white pig..."

Pull out, stick in, pull out, stick in...

Bloody.

Like a madman.

That's how honest people get annoyed.

Claris, who followed the door, felt as if he was having a nightmare.

Although the scene of Asura Hell was not aimed at her, it still made her terrified.

Do not doubt.After today, I don't know how long I will have nightmares.

Is this the Far East butcher mentioned in the newspaper?
very scary!
Zhao Chuanxin walked over and lifted Zhang Shangzhi's collar: "Okay, I'm dead.

Can you still have strength?
If you have the strength, go get him. "

With that said, Zhao Chuanxin pointed to Uertas who was tied up.

Uertas couldn't understand Chinese, but seeing Zhao Chuanxin pointing at him, he was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, but he couldn't break free from the whip of the ruling.

Zhang Shangzhi regained his composure, his hands and feet were as limp as noodles, and he said with a wry smile, "Mr. Zhao, Zhao Zhanshen, I have no strength..."

After speaking, looking at his masterpiece, Zhang Shangzhi spit on the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin blew the Hanging Divine Comedy.

The Whip of Judgment pops out barbs.

Huertas gasped as he was tortured by the pain of countless needle pricks.

Zhao Chuanxin held the handle and pulled it suddenly.

Huertas was shattered.

Zhao Chuanxin raised the whip of the ruling.

"Pia..."

"Ow..."

With a whip, a slip of flesh is brought down.

It can be described as extremely ruthless, but not fatal.

"Pia..."

"Ow..."

Zhao Chuanxin took his time and whipped him one after another.

"Aren't you fucking awesome? Don't you treat human life like nothing? Don't you hold heavy soldiers? Feng Shui turns around, today let you feel what fear is!"

Uertas was really scared.

Having been in a high position for a long time, he felt fear for the first time.

Zhao Chuanxin continued to beat, and the screams continued up and down, but the volume became smaller and smaller.

Until there was no intact skin on Huertas, he was silent at all.

Zhao Chuanxin judged that he should have been tortured to death.

Even if he did not die, in the hot and humid environment of Central America, and the medical conditions at this time, he would definitely not be physiological.

He shook his head and sighed: "It's so pitiful, it's more painful than his second uncle."

"..."

Everyone looked at him as if they were looking at a demon.

Zhao Chuanxin came to Takahashi Ming again, and looked at him condescendingly: "The Japanese devils? It was drafted, and the Japanese devils dare to shout these days?"

Gao Qiaoming knelt down and kowtowed like garlic: "Forgive me, spare my life, it's none of my business, I didn't hit anyone."

It's not hitting, it's insulting.

Just now Zhao Chuanxin appeared, this guy dared to jump.

The corner of Zhao Chuanxin's mouth twitched: "The Japanese are all scumbags!"

Akira Takahashi opened his mouth, subconsciously wanting to refute, but shut up again.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his whip.

"Pia..."

"Oh..." Akira Takahashi finally knew what Uertas had gone through: "Yes, the Japanese are all sluts."

It hurt so much, it was terrible, the place where the flesh was torn off was burning hot.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Let me ask you, are the Japanese inferior to pigs and dogs?"

"Yes, the Japanese are not as good as pigs and dogs."

"Are the Japanese inferior?"

"Yes, the Japanese are inferior."

"The Japanese nation should perish, right?"

Akira Takahashi hesitated again.

"Zuo Nima, dare to hesitate?"

"Pia..."

"Aw..." Akira Takahashi's soul raged, "Japan should perish!"

"Sorry for the slow answer!"

Zhao Chuanxin continued to smoke.

Amidst the wailing, Akira Takahashi was reduced to the end of Uertas.

The corpse finally became silent.

Zhao Chuanxin's gaze was like lightning, scanning the audience, no one dared to look at him.

Zhao Chuanxin asked Zhang Shangzhi: "Who else is here today?"

Zhang Shangzhi pointed to a few white people: "There are also them. They bully us Chinese workers and call us pigs."

Zhao Chuanxi hated words like pigs, piglets, and pig flowers.

He walked towards some white men.

A woman screamed in fright and made a sign of the cross on her chest: "God protect me from evil..."

Zhao Chuanxin pulled out the hand ax from the head of the white woman before, and said with a sneer, "I, Zhao Chuanxin, want you to die, and God will also turn around. He doesn't dare to control you?"

As soon as this remark came out, it made people's hearts even more clouded.

Blasphemy.

Just now, these women watched Chen Tao and Zhang Shangzhi being beaten coldly. When they passed by, they had to cover their mouths and noses in disgust, lift up their skirts, and put on a noble posture like a white lotus flower.

How proud I was just now, how scared and embarrassed I am now.

At this moment, Claris couldn't bear it, and stopped him: "Don't..."

"Shut up!" Zhao Chuanxin suddenly turned his head and pointed at Claris with an axe, his eyes full of killing intent.

Although Zhao Chuanxin had made a fuss before and threatened to come to Uertas' mansion to withdraw money, he was always smiling.

How ever was it like now, indifferent like a stone.

How did she know that Zhao Chuanxin has always been hard-hearted?
Seeing that she dared not speak, Zhao Chuanxin took a sideways position, slipped, and turned around in a big turn.

Duh...

The woman's body was lying on the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin looked back at Zhang Shangzhi: "Have you slowed down?"

Zhang Shangzhi nodded.

Zhao Chuanxin: "Go on."

Throw the bloody ax over.

One dares to throw, the other dares to catch.

Zhang Shangzhi stretched out his hand, and the ax fell into his palm just right.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the group of white people: "Think about your despair just now, don't be soft!"

After speaking, he walked to the door of the banquet hall, blocked the way, and stood with his knife hanging down, just watching quietly.

Zhang Shangzhi hesitated at first.

Those who beat Chen Tao and those who injured him all died.

The only ones left are the cold-eyed bystanders and those who insulted him.

Do these people deserve to die?

he does not know.

He is not a judge and cannot pass a sentence.

Should not be punished by death, but...

Looking at their desperate and helpless expressions, Zhang Shangzhi remembered what happened to him and Chen Tao just now.

If Zhao Chuanxin didn't come today, they might not be much better than these people.

Since people make knives and I am fish, why can't it be that people do fish and I am knives?
A ferocious look appeared on Zhang Shangzhi's face.

Thinking of the person who rolled his eyes at him before, he raised the axe.

Chen Tao was shocked when he saw Zhang Shangzhi yelling crazily, chasing and hacking the fleeing people in the hall.

Is this still the same Zhang Shangzhi who was on the canal, tired and sweaty, always showing a naive smile, and whose biggest dream is to make money, marry a wife and give birth to a fat boy?

Seeing Zhang Shangzhi chopping down a woman, Claris opened his mouth, but seeing Zhao Chuanxin's indifferent side face covered in blood, he didn't dare to speak.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar and lit it, leaning against the door frame and watching quietly.

He suddenly said: "You said you were going to the United States. You know that when you arrive in the United States, just because of your skin color, you will suffer less white eyes than my two compatriots? Maybe you won't die, but you will definitely not be happy. And if there is a riot, death is also possible. Now that Uertas is dead, do you still want to leave?"

In history, there have been many examples of Yankees holding up the butcher knife against people of different skin colors.

Beating, smashing, looting, and killing people are no less serious than Zhao Chuanxin.

Claris bit her lip: "Is that the same in Hawaii?"

"No, the situation in Hawaii is much better." Zhao Chuanxin exhaled smoke: "The population there is complex, with Kanakas, Japanese, Koreans, Chinese, and of course whites."

From then on, people in Central America and South America began to fantasize about how good America is.

As everyone knows, until the 21st century, the United States did not treat immigrants like them friendly.

Claris sighed, "I don't know."

Zhao Chuanxin stopped talking.

When Zhang Shangzhi stopped, he walked over with sore and tired steps, panting heavily, his tanned skin paled a few degrees.

Out of breath, he leaned on his knees and said, "Zhanshen Zhao, that's all."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the banquet hall like the Shura Field and flicked the cigar away.

Not all died, and many Latin Americans survived unscathed.

Although these people just watched with cold eyes, they did not discriminate.

In fact, the attitude of Panamanians towards Chinese laborers is acceptable.

Although Zhang Shangzhi's eyes were red, he was not indiscriminate.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded.

He took a step forward and said loudly, "Does anyone speak English?"

No one answered.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes narrowed: "If someone can speak but doesn't tell me, he will die a miserable death. Let me ask again, does anyone understand English?"

"Yes, I understand, I understand..."

A Latin American man stood up and said with chattering teeth.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Don't be afraid, I just want you to bring a message."

"Please, please say..."

"I want you to send a message to them respectively. First, send a message to the US Marine Corps stationed in Panama and the engineers here. If you dare to target the Chinese and discriminate against the Chinese again, I, Zhao Chuanxin, will come to Panama to kill them all, leaving no one behind!"

hiss……

The man didn't know Zhao Chuanxin, but he was frightened by these words.

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "Second, send a message to the United Fruit Company. It doesn't matter how they want to make their own laws when dealing with other workers. But if I, Zhao Chuanxin, hear that they dare to treat Chinese workers as people, I will eradicate this company. Although I have their shares, I would rather lose money."

He owns shares of the United Fruit Company, and there are a lot of them.

But he had never known the virtues of this company until now.

Finally, Zhao Chuanxin hesitated for a moment.

He wanted to warn Panama's brains again, but after thinking about it, the attitude of Panamanians towards Chinese workers is acceptable, and he doesn't want to create a confrontation.

So he said: "Finally, explain to Manuel Amado for me, and say that the killing of Uertas was because he caught Chinese workers and used lynching!"

(End of this chapter)