mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 508 The New Level of the Deck

In the past, Zhao Chuanxin never fought close to others.

But after losing the devil's crystal glasses, he suddenly discovered that as long as he works hard,
If the enemy doesn't hold a weapon, he can do miracles with all his might.

Lift your leg and kick sideways.

In terms of flexibility, Zhao Chuanxin, who practiced balance, split his brows casually without frowning.

It couldn't be easier to kick a quick and powerful side kick.

This kick was much easier than when he kicked Kang Youwei back then.

A crew member flew backwards and knocked down a passenger watching the scene.

The other person stopped moving forward.

If he doesn't come forward, then Zhao Chuanxin will take the initiative to go over.

He touched Henry Elliott's feet to the deck, and then pinched his neck and dragged him. Even so, he reached the second crew member in an instant and grabbed the crewman's hair.

The crew is alive, so naturally they refuse to submit.

But he never expected that Zhao Chuanxin was so fast holding a "oil bottle".

The most important thing is that it is as fast as the wind and difficult to know as the cloud.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the crewman's long hair, pressed the back of his head, and gave him a critical blow on the door and the iron railing.

With just one click, it was hard and straight.

There was a buzzing sound in the crew's head.

The entire bridge of the nose collapsed in, which was very frightening.

At this time, the passengers who watched the excitement around screamed.

Especially the two white women who secretly mocked Claris before, wanted to escape from the land of right and wrong.

At this moment, Claris stretched his legs.

Claris is not as strong as the Kanaka tattoo artist Mahina, but she is also far more plump than women of this era, especially her legs, which are thick and round, but they serve Captain Zhao well.

The two white women looked thin, with a dry airport figure, and no flesh in their bodies.

Being tripped by this, he suddenly fell down.

American:"……"

I'm blanching... I seem to have hit an iron plate today.

He is a smart man. Judging from Zhao Chuanxin's rebellious and disobedient appearance, as well as his force value, this man must not be taken lightly.

But he has exchanged names with Henry Eliot, and in his capacity, Henry Eliot must not be allowed to have an accident on the American ship.

So, he stood up: "Stop, I am Francis Fuller, an American diplomat, and I am going to visit China. No matter who you are, stop your brutal and rude behavior immediately, or you will pay a terrible price."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him: "Your American identity will lead to the loss of your dignity."

With that said, Zhao Chuanxin used his free left hand to swing forward.

"Snapped……"

Francis Fuller was beaten so badly that his eyes stared at him.

He was furious: "You have caused a big deal, you..."

"There are a few more American diplomats, but you diplomats like to jump around. You slip out here and there, and you hit American diplomats."

"Snapped……"

Another mouthful.

Somehow, after hearing about Francis Fuller's identity, Zhao Chuanxin wanted to beat him up.

Francis Fuller got it.

This guy is not stingy, and it doesn't matter what name he uses.

He simply shut up.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Chuanxin didn't touch him anymore.

At this time, Henry Elliott was pinched by Zhao Chuanxin, his breathing and intake stopped, the blood in the main artery was not smooth, and he had already started to roll his eyes, and he would go into shock just looking at it.

Zhao Chuanxin's right arm suddenly exerted strength, and even threw a large living person up, although it was not high.

Then he caught it with his left arm and continued to strangle him by the throat.

He picked up the scepter of redemption with his right hand, and slammed it down with the tip of the staff.

One, two, three...

At this time, Henry Eliot, the son-in-law of the Queen of England and the steward of the Marquess of Laurent, was no longer human.

The spectators on deck were stunned.

So brutal!

He was beaten to death with a stick in a daze.

Zhao Chuanxin threw the body into the sea, walked up to Francis Fuller, and wiped the blood on the scepter of redemption on his suit.

Francis Fuller's body trembled, but he didn't dare to move, for fear that Henry Eliot would be a lesson for him.

After wiping it clean, Zhao Chuanxin looked around coldly and said, "That idiot just said about the order of respect and inferiority, and Zhao took it very seriously.

That being the case, follow what he said.

From this day on, no white man will be seen on deck. "

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin's words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

This feeling is like playing games, a person who is very good at playing games, mocking a player who can be 100% C, his skills are not comparable.

In these white people's minds, as long as they don't discriminate against Asians, then Asians should be grateful.

But now Zhao Chuanxin is completely upside down, how can they accept it?
A white man couldn't help it: "It's not fair? Why?"

whoosh...

duh!
With a hatchet, he cut the man's forehead.

The female companion next to him couldn't believe her eyes, crying and shaking the man who fell on the deck.

She raised her head, pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and cursed like a shrew: "You will die badly, you will go to hell..."

The voice was shrill and sharp, revealing an irreconcilable determination.

Zhao Chuanxin twisted his neck: "I'll fucking send you down first!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward quickly and pulled the ax out of the man's skull.

duh!
The sound stopped!

I'll boil... this time, there was no sound on the deck.

No matter who it is, I dare not say another word.

Even women are killed!

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the man and the woman by one leg, fought with each other, and threw them into the sea.

Holding an ax and pointing at the crowd: "Don't say that you are unpredictable. From now on, any white man who dares to step on the deck depends on whether your horoscope is strong enough!"

Francis Fuller was breaking out in a cold sweat.

His teeth chattered and his voice distorted: "I see, you, you, you are Zhao Chuanxin..."

Zhao Chuanxin: "Grandpa is here!"

Francis Fuller: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin stared: "Get out!"

A group of people dispersed with a "crash".

Zhao Chuanxin also saw a lady's leather shoe fall on the deck.

Some people panicked and entered the wrong room, but didn't have the courage to get out.

Bloodstains were left on the deck.

Francis Fuller is indeed very smart. As a diplomat, he has a relatively strong adaptability.

Instead of running back to his cabin, he went to the captain's cabin.

There is chaos outside, and the captain is already calling the crew to prepare for resistance.

But was stopped by Francis Fuller.

He said: "It doesn't matter if you die, but I still need to live. Without you, none of us will sail and get lost in the vast Pacific Ocean."

Unconvinced, the captain boasted, "Sir, we have weapons and guns, and we sailors are not afraid of anyone."

Francis Fuller jumped: "His name is Zhao Chuanxin, you are not afraid of anyone, right? Then go out and tough him yourself, and if you can survive the first round, I have the same surname as you."

The captain was stunned: "Why does this name feel familiar?"

"The Butcher of the Far East!" Francis Fuller reminded.

The captain's face turned pale: "They all returned to their posts to work. Anyway, the corpse has been cleaned up. I will talk to him later to clean up the blood on the deck. After all, he still needs us to sail to Hawaii."

Francis Fuller applauds his wit.

Look, how smart I am, otherwise I would not be beaten to death, and I would end up drifting in the endless ocean to starve to death, thirst, sickness... He never thought about it, and Zhao Chuanxin certainly wouldn't miss it.

Therefore, he proudly said: "Do you know? I am a diplomat. When I go to China to visit, besides consulting the documents of Cixi, Li Hongzhang, Aixinjueluo Yikuang and other officials, Zhao Chuanxin is the one I have studied the most."

The captain gave a thumbs up: "Extremely farsighted, wise choice."

In fact, not only white people, no matter what skin color, no one dared to go on deck except Zhao Chuanxin and Claris.

But the crew needs to move around.

When Zhao Chuanxin was blowing the sea breeze comfortably, the captain came out of the captain's room holding a white flag: "Mr. Zhao, don't shoot, don't shoot, I am the captain, I have something to say..."

Clarice: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin: "Please play if you have something to say, but it's okay to talk about it."

The captain said pitifully: "Mr. Zhao, the crew need to work and have to go through the deck."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Well, come to the deck, you can only work."

"Yes, sir."

Claris watched the captain leave obediently, and said, "I understand why you said that I will be very unhappy when I go to the United States. Why do they divide people into different classes? In Panama, there are only the poor and the rich. The rich are at ease, and the poor are equally happy. It is best not to violate the river."

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "On the other hand, you are called mud that cannot support the wall. So you can be colonized for hundreds of years. In your body, the blood of the colonists flows."

Claris was not convinced: "But the colonists are also my ancestors, and of course I don't hate my ancestors."

"What you said makes sense." Zhao Chuanxin did not deny it: "But I will avoid this kind of thing from happening in my country."

"Then you look down on me too?"

"Well, almost, maybe so. Look at you, with such a big butt, of course I look down on you."

Claris turned from anger to joy: "I know you like it."

"Okay, that's it."

"..."

The rest of the time will be interesting.

Zhao Chuanxin saw the crew delivering meals in each cabin, and from time to time someone would come out with the crew, or wipe the deck, or do other ship work.

But if it is necessary to come out, you must work, and if you can't do it, you have to pretend to do it.

Just because Zhao Chuanxin said to the captain: only work can go on deck.

The captain shook his head a little.

In the restaurant, only Zhao Chuanxin and Claris were eating.

When passing by those people, Zhao Chuanxin would still spit: "Dirty and despicable dog thing."

The scolded person didn't say a word, and didn't dare to look at Zhao Chuanxin.

Is it right or wrong to report complaints directly?

Confucius was right.

But some moral gentlemen keep saying that the abused cannot become the perpetrator, otherwise they are no different from the perpetrator.

If the abused will always be the abused, and the perpetrator will be forgiven after reforming, then what justice is there in this world?
A good person can't do a bad thing, and a bad person can put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately.

Who is stupid?
When Claris saw that Zhao Chuanxin was returning to the cabin, he kicked the shoulder of the white passenger who wiped the deck and knocked him down: "Good dogs don't get in the way!"

The man didn't dare to speak, and swallowed his anger.

Claris persuaded in a low voice: "Let's not go too far, shall we?"

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the nail plate: "If you work with them, I can be my uncle."

"No, I have a feeling you'll need me tonight."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "A lonely soul never needs company."

Clarice stomped his feet: "I am capable and will satisfy you."

"Stop talking nonsense, go back to sleep quickly, I have to continue studying tomorrow, and it looks like it's going to be a critical moment."

(End of this chapter)