The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Jim Cowles is out of ideas.

Everyone in this cell belongs to him.

Faintly, a semi-encirclement circle was formed, blocking Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: I advise you to think twice before acting and cooperate with my work.

Jim Cowles thought he was losing his mind and going crazy: I'm afraid you don't know the dire situation you're in.

While Zhao Chuanxin was speaking, he put on his glasses with some obsessive-compulsive disorder and looked around, not missing any hiding place or commanding heights.

Being sniped gave me a psychological shadow.

Before that, he rarely fought with others because he didn't have fighting skills and was afraid of capsizing in the ditch.

But after practicing balancing surgery, he was eager to know his strength value.

He is called the God of War every day. If he didn't have Lu Bu's courage and Xiang Yu's abilities, wouldn't he be worthy of his name?

He waved: Come up one by one, or together?

After saying that, before Jim Cowles could react, Zhao Chuanxin rushed out directly.

Jim Cowles didn't expect him to be so ungrateful as to launch a sneak attack and was caught off guard.

Zhao Chuanxin struck him in the face with his old fist and knocked him down with one punch.

There was a prisoner nearby who wanted to help. Zhao Zhuanxin raised his hand, and the strong wind from the Phoenix Xuanjie air cannon blew by. The prisoner flew backwards, knocking down the two of them.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Jim Cowles' neck with one hand and pushed him forward to block the attack from the people behind him.

A high side leg, with Jim Cowles as the central axis, the side leg went around behind, and kicked one person in the temple.

The man groaned and fell to the ground, motionless.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Jim Cowles by the neck, shouted loudly, lifted him up by the neck, and threw him as if he were throwing a sack, knocking down both of them immediately.

There were originally six people, but five fell in an instant.

There was only one left, holding up his hands at a loss.

Zhao Chuanxin kicked a person on the ground in the waist. As soon as the person raised his body, he was kicked upwards and hit the other person's face with the back of his head.

They both screamed at the same time.

It is true that he has never practiced fighting, but these people are not martial artists either.

Zhao Chuanxin simply took off his clothes and put them away, revealing his muscular upper body.

He paced back and forth for two steps and turned his head to look at Jim Cowles, who was struggling to get up from the ground: You can't make a thing out of jade, come again.

While Jim Cowles was out there, he organized illegal gambling, robberies, and extortion.

In the criminal history of New York, he is also a villain who has left a strong mark.

Of course, he couldn't be beaten twice. He relied on being brave and fierce to survive.

Holding back the severe pain caused by his broken nose, Jim Cowles rushed forward again.

Zhao Chuanxin reached out and took advantage of his height and arm length to hold down Jim Cowles' forehead, instantly stopping his momentum.

In my mind, the method of controlling muscles when practicing balancing techniques came to mind.

Zhao Chuanxin did not use brute force to test, but used clever strength to stretch out his right leg and hook Jim Cowles' left leg.

Jim Cowles is independent, unstable, and swaying from side to side.

Zhao Chuanxin feinted with his front hand, then swung his right leg backwards to hit the bridge of his nose with a Superman punch.

Jim Cowles fell this time and never stood up again.

A person rushed over from the side, charging like a savage.

Zhao Chuanxin, who was not very skilled, pressed down on the neck and raised his knee to push back.

Click...

Didn't get up again.

The remaining few people were preparing to use the crowd tactics, but someone unexpectedly made a sliding shovel and tried to knock down Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin remembered the rubbing kicks that Zhao Zhongyi often practiced and rubbed them away.

Click!

The prisoner's calf was bent.

One person hugged Zhao Chuanxin's waist from the side, and the other person raised his hand and punched Zhao Chuanxin on the cheek.

It's definitely okay, but it still hurts.

Zhao Chuanxin held down the waist hugger's back, activated the Phoenix Mysterious Ring, and bombarded with air cannons.

boom……

The prisoner holding his waist jumped straight down, but Zhao Chuanxin raised his knee to cushion his head.

Click...

Broken spine!

The person on the right wanted to pull out his hair, but was unable to do so due to height issues.

Zhao Chuanxin flew forward and hit his elbow.

The man's head tilted, his eyes rolled up, and he fell to the ground hard.

There is only one person left.

It was the hero who just raised his fist, hesitated, and was hovering on the edge.

Zhao Chuanxin thought about it for a while, this guy was just thundering but not raining, and he was just soy sauce from beginning to end.

He smiled: Don't be wary, what are you thinking about? I never attack people who eat melons.

After hearing this, the prisoner breathed a sigh of relief and put down his hand.

At this moment, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly stepped forward and kicked him sideways.

When the prisoner was flying in the air, the thought in his mind was: sneak attack...

Ah... tui, you deserve to be so angry!

Outside, the prison guard heard the clanging sound of fighting inside and said to his companions: Don't worry, Jim will solve the dispute between them.

With that said, the two Shi Shiran left.

Sing Sing Prison is currently the highest security prison in New York and even in the United States.

But it depends on who is right.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the shadow cloak and put it on.

There was another person with open eyes in the room, the prisoner whose ankle was broken by Zhao Chuanxin's kick.

The light in the room was dim. When he saw that Zhao Chuanxin had put on his cloak, he merged with the darkness and was so frightened that he stopped screaming.

Zhao Chuanxin showed his face and smiled at him.

I, Cao, look like Zhao Chuanxin has lost his body and only has a head floating in the air.

The prisoner put his hands on the ground and slid backwards dragging his useless leg.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his index finger: You didn't see anything, do you understand?

Know.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the elf carving knife, made a mark on the door lock, gently pushed the door open and walked out.

The prisoner couldn't believe his eyes.

Andrew Miller's cell opened and an Italian came in.

This person was very quiet, with his hair neatly combed back. After coming in, he just looked at Andrew Miller casually.

He went to the sink, washed his hands, and wiped them clean.

Then he took out a knife made of unknown metal from his waist and said with a smile: Harry Vanderbilt asked me to say hello to you.

As he spoke, he walked slowly towards Andrew Miller holding a knife.

Andrew Miller retreated again and again, and finally hit the bed frame with a bang sound.

He hurriedly shouted: Prison guard, prison guard, someone wants to kill me...

It was quiet outside.

As the Italians approached, Andrew Miller became desperate and blurted out: Sir, I'm dying, please have mercy and save me.

There was a response somewhere.

The door creaked and opened a small crack.

The Italian suddenly turned around and saw nothing.

He looked at the open cell door and blinked, Huh? That's right, the cell door is indeed open.

This must have been done by the prison guards, who were quite thoughtful in leaving themselves a way out.

He turned around and took another step toward Andrew Miller.

At this time, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

The Italian trembled and turned around, but still saw nothing.

He was suspicious.

Suddenly, my wrist tightened.

Someone grabbed his hand and hugged him from behind.

Then, the knife he held uncontrollably stabbed his eyes.

Pfft...

Before he died, he let out a heart-rending scream.

As the sound faded, his body slumped to the ground.

The cell door closed and silence fell inside the cell.

The wind blew from nowhere, and Andrew Miller was startled: Where am I, who am I, and what happened?

The Italians on the ground were indeed dead.

Before he died, his expression was very frightened, as if he had seen a ghost.

Soon after, the prison guard came and knocked on the cell door.

As a result, the cell door was knocked open by him.

The prison guard was stunned for a moment, then became nervous, took out his baton on guard, and slowly opened the door.

He saw Andrew Miller sitting in the corner, hugging his knees, eyes empty.

On the ground, the Italian's hand was holding a knife and stabbing himself in the eye...

Two major events happened in Xingxin Prison.

One was that Harry Vanderbilt wanted to kill Andrew Miller, but the killer committed suicide.

Moreover, through careful and careful examination, the prison guards have determined that it was definitely not Andrew Miller.

There was something strange about this incident, and rumors of ghosts in the prison spread.

The second thing is that Jim Cowles, the famous New York City West Side gang boss, died.

In the entire cell, only two people survived.

One person was kicked and suffered internal bleeding and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

One person had a broken ankle and was also pulled away.

There is currently only one person left in the entire cell, the Asian man known as scavenger.

Translates as scavenger.

It is said that the prison guard vomited after discovering the blood all over the floor and the grotesque corpse.

Then, Zhao Chuanxian was imprisoned.

Before locking him in, the prison guard made the sign of the cross on his chest: You butcher, the warden said, you will sit in the electric chair.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him and said with a smile: Okay, as soon as possible, my five-shot lightning whip is in urgent need of recharging.

Bang, the door of the confinement room closed.

This place is very dirty and the space is cramped. Zhao Chuanxin even has to bow his head.

There was no toilet, just a cement tank with feces and urine in it.

Zhao Chuanxin immediately put on his shadow cloak, opened the door of the solitary room and got out, returned to his cell and lay down to sleep.

Even when it was time to have fun, he would sneak out and have fun with everyone.

On the playground, Andrew Miller saw Zhao Chuanxin and was surprised: Sir, how did you get out? Did they let you go?

In the prison, those two things were discussed everywhere.

Andrew Miller has a hard time not knowing.

Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: I'm just going to come out and take a breath, and I'll go back later.

... Andrew Miller said: Yesterday, an Italian came to kill me. He was a member of the brotherhood Harry Vanderbilt. Was he killed by you?

Zhao Chuanxin was noncommittal and just smiled.

Sure enough, Andrew Miller's face was filled with admiration.

This man is so mysterious!

Zhao Chuanxin asked: Who is Harry Vanderbilt? Let me pay my respects.

Andrew Miller looked around.

He pointed to a group of people.

The typical olive skin of the Mediterranean coast, thick black hair, big eyes with long eyelashes, and curved noses... Italians are really easy to identify.

Zhao Chuanxin patted him on the shoulder: The Italians need to be preached. I'll go and convince them with reason. You wait.

Andrew Miller: ...

During this time, many people were preached to heaven.

Come to think of it, they were preached enough to sit down and talk with Jesus.

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigar and walked over there.

As he approached, there was a commotion and an uproar.

It's the scavenger!

Isn't he in solitary confinement?

The warden is going to put him in the electric chair.

Wherever Zhao Chuanxin passed, the crowd automatically separated and became orderly.

When Harry Vanderbilt was in prison, he was still wearing a dog-like appearance, a pair of starched trousers with suspenders, a white shirt on his upper body, a neatly trimmed beard on his lips, and a top hat.

When he saw Zhao Chuanxin, his pupils shrank.

Zhao Chuanxin waved to them: Hi! I'm here for the trail.