Many of the people present knew Chinese, and they were furious when they heard the words.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished speaking, he just lit a cigar, grabbed the waiter's hair, and kicked his ankle.

In the face of absolute power, any struggle and survival instinct of the waiter is in vain, and the body is simply relaxed.

Zhao Chuanxin ruffled his hair, and the furious armor exerted his strength, slamming the waiter's head to the ground.

The back of the head slammed into the floor with a thud.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his legs and stomped!

Click......

"What are you going to do?"

"Any idea where this is?"

"You won't see the sun tomorrow!"

The Russians got up one after another, looking at Zhao Chuanxin in disbelief, all kinds of shouting and abuse.

They don't know that this is adding fuel to the fire.

Zhao Chuanxin came to the nearest person, who hurriedly stepped back and brought a chair down.

stepped forward, and Zhao Chuanxin kicked the opponent's crotch.

The man covered his crotch with a "whoop", and everyone in the restaurant who was watching felt the same way.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand, and the wine on the table rose into a ball, blocking the person's mouth and nose.

This person was choked on the trachea, and the water could not go up or down, and he immediately changed from a crotch covering faction to a mouth-covering faction.

A hairy man on the left side of Zhao Chuanxin was frightened, what kind of demon method is this?

There are thousands of ways to die, and it is terrible to be choked to death like this.

He trembled and touched his hand to his waist, where in the holster was a Mosin Nagant wheel, Zhao Chuanxin's favorite.

As soon as he took out the gun, Zhao Chuanxin looked at him: "You want to live with me, right?" I'll let you get started! ”

Mao Zi took out his gun before he pulled off the hammer.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his gun in a flash, and pulled the trigger on the edge of his left pistol and right palm, as fast as if he had never moved.

Bang!

There was an extra blood hole on the back of Maozi's hand, and Mosin's Nagant wheel fell to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin's index finger turned around with the trigger guard: "There are few people in this world who can tie with Zhao." ”

He also used the Mosin Nagant wheel.

He walked over and picked up the fallen Mosin Nagant wheel and found it to be in good condition.

Zhao Chuanxin took out an axe.

Call...... Duh!

Maozi's body shook, and his upper body fell on the table.

Zhao Chuanxin pressed the hair on the table and fixed it, and scanned the audience with a cigar in his mouth, but the movements in his hands did not stop.

One at a time, two down, three times......

Aggressive......

A delicately dressed hairy girl nearby, opened her mouth and let out a hysterical scream: "Ah......hhhh

The floor beneath her seat was wet, and the smell of urine spread.

Zhao Chuanxin tilted his head: "Noise! ”

Throwing axes in his hands, the screams stopped.

Seven or eight meters away, a Maozi secretly pulled out a gun, wrenched the hammer under the table, and opened fire.

Bang!

Pushed by the smart gyroscope, Zhao Chuanxin's body shook and dodged.

He bared his teeth and bounced on his knees, like a falcon trying its wings, spreading its wings and rushing forward, leaping over the head of the hairy man in an instant and coming behind him.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his arm and cut it back.

Click!

The arm is broken, and the gun falls.

It's another Mosin Nagant wheel.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched his leg, and the gun landed on the instep of his foot. Hooking his feet, Mosin's Nagant wheel bounced, and Zhao Chuanxin smiled.

A group of people were dumbfounded, how could a human being jump so high and so far? This refreshed their perception.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed this person's hair, lunged across his knees, and suddenly pulled, Maozi's neck collided with Zhao Chuanxin's thigh.

Gaba ...... Fracture of the spine.

Maozi is indeed different, and there are many people with guns present.

Another person pulled out a gun and shot, Zhao Chuanxin dodged, and his figure disappeared on the spot, flashing in front of the man.

The five-foot-long Miao knife entered from his lower abdomen and came out through his jaw!

"Ah......h

A group of hairy people could no longer stand such a cruel picture, screaming and running in all directions.

Don't dare to speak harshly anymore.

When people panic, they instinctively rush to the door.

Zhao Chuanxin flashed, and the latter came to the door first, carrying a knife and walking towards them.

A group of hairy people were a little confused when they saw it, and ran back screaming, how could they meet a ghost just after dark?

Zhao Chuanxin held a knife in both hands, rushed into the crowd, slashed, chopped, stabbed, and stabbed......

In the restaurant, wolves rushed to the pigs, crying dad and calling mother.

There was a Maozi who wanted to break the window and jump out, Zhao Chuanxin came to the window in an instant and smiled at him: "Zhuo Nima's, do you know who the owner is?" ”

The man was about to speak.

Swish......

The cold light flashed, and the head was in a different place.

The encirclement is getting smaller and smaller, and there is a Chinese woman who was brought by Maozi, her eyes are full of despair, and she knelt down with a "poof".

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at her, but didn't move.

When the other Maozi saw it, kneeling down and not dying?

So he followed the study in a good way, and knelt on the ground in an instant.

There was a hairy man with a slow head who didn't kneel, and Zhao Chuanxin stabbed him through with a knife and nailed him to the floor with his backhand!

Blood, flowing slowly down the blade.

Zhao Chuanxin dragged a chair and Shi Shiran sat down.

He gestured to a waiter in the crowd: "Go, serve." ”

The waiter got up tremblingly, and ran towards the back kitchen as if he had been pardoned.

Zhao Chuanxin tilted his head at Zhao Yixian: "Go to the back kitchen and stare at it." ”

Zhao Yixian was also afraid, even if he had seen it many times, he still felt that his hands and feet were weak: "What if, what if, they have guns?" ”

"Then they will bury you with you."

“……”

Zhao Yixian didn't dare to refute, for fear that Zhao Chuanxin would kill his eyes, and even he would solve it with a knife, and trotted to the back kitchen.

Not to mention people, even dogs are afraid.

Balbos hid behind dry rice with his tail between his legs.

But after a while, he saw that it was okay, and he wanted to gather a body next to him and lick the blood on the ground.

Dry rice slapped over, and Balworth whimpered and stepped back.

Benjamin Goldberg walked around the corpses and sat down next to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigar and tapped his fingers on the dining table.

Every time there was a "knock" sound, the kneeling hairs shivered, and the smell of blood hit, and in a moment they were like chaff.

One of the balding hairy men said: "I am Chino Banov, I am a Russian nobleman, I am a relative of Nicholas II......"

It turned out that little Banov also dined here.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't hold back, and sneered: "Cixi and Roosevelt, Lao Tzu are all the same hammer, how many is Nicholas I?" ”

"......" little Banov was shocked, who was this person?

What a big breath!

Immediately, a name came to mind.

Except for that person, no Chinese dared to kill in the Russian concession so unscrupulously.

His teeth chattered and he couldn't slurred words: "You like dogs, don't you?" That dog seems to be my brother, and I can give you ten fierce dogs. ”

Zhao Chuanxin cocked Erlang's legs: "Do you look like a dog lover?" ”

He used to have dogs, but if the dog was disobedient, it would definitely be a kick. And mastered the best way to train a dog - heart-warming feet!

Dry rice is the only exception.

Little Banov is a stopper.

He spoke Chinese very poorly, and after organizing the language, he stumbled and said, "What do you want?" ”

"Ba Gong's house, do you know?"

That's too knowing.

Little Banov nodded sharply: "I know, I know, half of it is mine." ”

"Oh, yes, I think it's a good building. You also know that there are dozens of people in my family, and it is not good to have fewer rooms. ”

Little Banov turned his head a few times before he realized that because of the difference in thinking, they usually don't like to beat around the bush.

He said dryly, "That building is worth 30,000 taels of silver......

"Good, good." Zhao Chuanxin spit out a smoke ring: "Your attitude is right, okay, okay, okay!" It seems that you have no pattern. ”

Little Banov's CPU is running like crazy.

He understands the truth, but he is distressed and can't give up. Construction of the building began in 1902, and it is now the beginning of 1908, and it is expected that it will be two or three years before it is completed. It took a lot of effort from the two of them, and they were expecting to make a lot of money from it.

The so-called money obsession, little Banov thought of an excuse and hurriedly said: "According to the laws of the concessions of various countries, Chinese are not allowed to purchase real estate in the concessions......

What he said was the truth.

Many years later, Hu Gengtang's career reached its peak, and a couple in the French Concession wanted to return to China and sell 50 properties in the French Concession.

Hu Gengtang wanted to buy it, but because the law did not allow it, he could only take out 200,000 yuan for the Belgian Yipin Foreign Company to buy on his behalf, and he also needed to let them rent it on his behalf, and 10% of the rent collected should be paid to Yipin Foreign Company, which made Hu Gengtang feel distressed.

Of course, that's all for later.

Little Banov didn't think it was a big deal, so he said it.

But when Zhao Chuanxin heard it, he felt extremely harsh.

He narrowed his eyes: "This is the law of your concession, right?" ”

Little Banov thought that Zhao Chuanxin was starting to reason, and nodded violently: "Yes!" ”

"Huh?" Zhao Chuanxin picked up the soup bowl on the table and walked towards Little Banov.

Little Banov is still chattering: "Well, the law does not allow it, it's a pity......"

Boom!

The soup bowl smashed on little Banov's head.

Zhao Chuanxin was replaced with a scepter of redemption, and it was output according to little Banov's head.

Boom......

"The law, right?"

Boom......

"The Russian Concession, right?"

Boom......

"You don't want a house, do you?"

Boom......

"Tsar's relatives, huh?"

Boom......

"That's what you did, didn't you?"

For a moment, little Banov was out of human form.

The people around him were so frightened that they didn't dare to come out.

They know that if they say the wrong thing at this time, they will die.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished out, he wiped the blood on the scepter of redemption on the clothes of the person next to him, and poured water to rinse it.

Little Banov, a Russian nobleman, died for a western-style building.

Zhao Chuanxin straightened up: "At first, someone told me that little Banov was a subordinate. But when I look at it today, it's really bad. ”

If you don't give the building character, you can't do it, right?

Everyone slandered.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "What did you say?" ”

Na Maozi was startled: "I didn't speak?" ”

"What did you say in your heart?"

"I ......"

"you!" Zhao Chuanxin knocked down with a cane.

Boom...... Maozi fell in response.

I blanched ......

The rest of the people were numb.

You can't think about it, can you?

Zhao Chuanxin exclaimed angrily: "Fuck, you dogs, it's really lawless." The angry Lao Tzu has no fixed place to live, and he can't eat enough, what do you say? ”

Seeing that they were silent, Zhao Chuanxin's eyes were raised: "Okay, okay, you have this attitude, right?" Silent protest, huh? ”

As soon as he sat down, he stood up again.

Everyone was scared.

A Maozi hurriedly looked up and said: "Don't, don't, I have a very good attitude, I have ten real estates, I can't live in them at all, I can't live in them at all, I send you to help me share one or two ......"

Zhao Chuanxin patted him on the shoulder, nodded heavily and said, "You have a little chivalrous courage in your eyebrows, you can deal with it!" ”

That hairy breathed a sigh of relief.

Seven or eight times out of ten, the people present said: "I have ......"

There are also Russian-speaking ones, but Zhao Chuanxin can't understand them.

He said, "Benjamin, you take a pen and write down their names and addresses, dates of birth, nationality, occupations, all of which are indispensable. ”

Benjamin Goldberg wilted.

He asked a hairy man: "Name?" ”

"Fyodor."

"Full name."

"Uh...... Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky. ”

"What's your mother's name, what's your father's name? What's your brother's name? What's your sister's name? ”

"Uh...... This ......"

Their first name, preceded by a first name, with a patronymic variant in the middle, and a last name at the back.

If you want to make it up, it's okay if you give enough time, but I was dumbfounded by Benjamin Goldberg's repeated questions.

"Master, he has a false name!"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, and the vodka in the bottle gushed out, blocking the person's mouth and nose.

How tightly is it blocked?

He couldn't even cough up, and he couldn't get his breath in or out.

He fell to the ground, his eyes bulging, scratching the floor, and he lost consciousness after a while.

The second person honestly reported his real name, and Benjamin Goldberg asked, "How many properties do you have?" What kind of business do you run in the concession? How liquid assets and real estate are there? ”

"I only have one property, I work at the Hua-Russia Daosheng Bank, and I have no liquid assets."

"Name the president of the Sino-Russian Daosheng Bank, name the names of two of your colleagues."

This person is sweating in his head, and he can't say anything.

"Master, he's lying."

Zhao Chuanxin went down with an axe!

(End of chapter)