The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Mad Cow Bill II allowed Zhao Chuanxin to set the pace and jump along with his body movements.

In this way, Zhao Chuanxin can predict and make it easier.

One minute has passed.

Mad Cow Bill II was a little tired from dancing and panting heavily.

The audience in the venue became silent instead.

Some people couldn't take their eyes off Zhao Chuan's performance, while some people turned their attention to the stopwatch.

Everyone wants to know when this unprecedented rider fell off his horse...and his bull.

But they were disappointed, because it was impossible for Zhao Chuanxin to fall.

He had adapted to the rhythm, clinging to the cow's back like a tarsal maggot.

Two minutes passed, and Mad Cow Bill II was exhausted.

It gradually stopped jumping...

The audience is even more confused!

Is this a fucking man subduing a cow?

Only Wilhelmina stood up and raised her hands: You are the best!

If Zhao Chuanxin felt something, he raised his hand and waved towards her.

Wilhelmina was excited, as if fans were getting a response from their idol.

Then, Mad Cow Bill II stopped moving at all.

Zhao Chuanxin curled his lips and jumped off the back of the cow.

Mad Cow Bill suddenly laughed.

And those staff members remembered what Zhao Chuanxin said before.

He said - He will not fall.

At first they regarded Zhao Chuanxin as a joke, but now they feel more like a joke.

It's just like playing.

At this time, changes suddenly occurred.

Mad Cow Bill II suddenly went crazy and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin.

This guy is evil!

Oxen are more powerful than horses, but only more powerful than ordinary horses.

Like Mishan, the tonnage is no worse than that of cattle.

Oxen can pull nearly a thousand kilograms of cargo at most, and Mishan can pull even more.

Zhao Chuanxin dared to compete with Mi Shan, let alone Niu?

Zhao Chuanxin was not too surprised when he saw it pushing forward.

He turned sideways to avoid the sharp edge, and then suddenly reached out and hugged the cow's neck.

With a clever effort, he shouted loudly: Pour it down!

Mad Cow Bill II, who was already exhausted, collapsed to the ground!

The whole place was silent!

Mad Cow Bill slapped the railing, and his mind couldn't help but think of the gladiators in the Colosseum in ancient Rome.

The scene was shocking.

Chen Yigeng, Chen Yigeng...

What was more like a colosseum was that the whole audience began to uniformly shout Zhao Chuan's pseudonym.

Many years later, street stall literature became popular. Fans claim that in New York in the early 20th century, there was a martial arts master named Chen Yigeng who knocked an adult bull away with one punch and broke a ten-centimeter iron pillar with one kick...

There was a lot of screaming at the scene, but some people also changed their minds.

Just today, wanted notices were posted everywhere outside the New York Police Department: Chen Yigeng, a fugitive from Xinxin Prison, is extremely dangerous. If you find him, report him immediately. There will be a reward of 200 yuan!

Not many people see this kind of thing, but there are definitely some.

Whether they were bounty hunters, policemen, or ordinary people who were concerned about current affairs, they all started to commotion when they heard Chen Yigeng's name.

There were too many people, and Zhao Chuanxin didn't notice it off the court.

He put his arms around Mad Cow Bill II's neck and patted the cow's face gently: Do you accept it?

Moo...

Seeing that it didn't dare to act recklessly, Zhao Chuanxin let go.

Mad Cow Bill on the stage widened his eyes when he saw Mad Cow Bill II standing obediently next to Zhao Chuanxin.

It was carefully cultivated and full of aggression, and it just stopped?

Mad Cow Bill II even looked at Zhao Chuanxin with some fear.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted to the stage: Okay, give me all the breeding cattle and this Mad Cow Bill II.

The staff looked at Mad Cow Bill and, after asking for his permission, went to take care of the breeding cow.

The breeding bull was brought in. Zhao Chuanxin didn't know anything about cattle, but he saw that the bull had a wide back seat, thick uprights, and relatively beautiful colors.

Since William Hope cares so much, it should be good to think about it.

Mad Cow Bill II is eager to try and seem to want to go against the breeding cow.

Zhao Chuanxin glared at it, and the guy immediately canceled his attacking stance and bowed his head.

William Hope came down, followed by Mad Cow Bill.

William Hope's face was full of excitement: Boss, you are simply a born cowboy. It really surprises me...

Nonsense, I am the boss and you are the natural cowboy. If you dare to break your legs, I will break your legs.

...

Mad Cow Bill's old face was full of smiles: Congratulations, Chen, your strength is worthy of these rewards.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said: I don't agree. I think the rewards are not worthy of my strength. How about you add more?

Pretend I didn't say it. Mad Cow Bill walked up to Mad Cow Bill II and touched its neck: Man, you are leaving me.

Being able to call it Mad Cow Bill II shows how deeply the old man feels about this cow.

It doesn't matter if Zhao Chuanxin wants to be such an aggressive bull, he might even cause trouble.

He said: Since you two have a deep relationship, why not convert the money to me.

Mad Cow Bill shook his head: How can that be done? We men in the West must keep our word. If the audience knows that I have not kept my promise, they will no longer respect me.

If nothing else, this old man has business acumen.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded, so be it.

If it didn't obey, he would kill it and eat its meat.

Mad Cow Bill suddenly said: Chen, I have a suggestion. Why don't you go to the West with our performance team? Your talent will make you a lot of money.

It's just adding to the chaos! Zhao Chuanxin was very annoyed: I already have so much money that I don't know how to spend it, and you still want me to make a lot of money. What's your intention?

Farke!

Mad Cow Bill turned and walked away.

Annoying!

…

Madison Square not only has a Wild West show, but also a gun show.

John Browning dragged his tired body out of the gun show.

During this time, he spent most of his time at the gun show, and occasionally went to Ethan Manor to wait for the owner of the manor and Freddie Pavitt.

Running back and forth was too much for his old body.

After leaving the gun show, he sat down by the flower bed to rest.

He had been standing all day and his feet were a little swollen.

At this time, some people walked out of the Wild West performance venue nearby.

These people were walking in a hurry, sneaking and anxious.

After a while, a group of police officers with live ammunition were looking for bunkers nearby. Some even went to the commanding heights of the roof and pointed their rifles at the gate of the Wild West venue.

John Browning was stunned.

what's the situation?

At this time, the performance venue was filled with excitement and crowds of people.

There were layers of people, surrounded by unknown people walking out, and there were two cows in the middle.

When he approached the gate, he saw a tall Asian young man surrounded.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hands to everyone around him impatiently: Go back and watch the show. Don't bother me. How many names are you signing? You fool...

Unexpectedly, pretending to be Bobi made him feel the troubles of becoming a star.

Suddenly, Zhao Chuanxin stopped.

His eyes glanced outward through the crowd.

Then, the impatience disappeared from his face.

He was full of joy and raised his hand: Come on, come on, stand in front, and I will sign your autographs one by one. Hey, who is that? What are you doing half-squatting? Stand on your toes quickly...

Wilhelmina next to her was stunned.

Wasn't he angry just now when he was surrounded by a crowd?

Why did you suddenly change your temper?

She asked her doubts in a low voice, and Zhao Chuanxin waved to the chief secret service agent.

Sir, what's the matter?

Zhao Chuanxin said in his ear: Take Wilhelmina and leave first. There is an ambush outside, but it shouldn't be for you, but for me.

The chief secret service agent was shocked.

How could Zhao Chuanxian know something he didn't discover?

But being cautious, he chose to trust Zhao Chuanxin.

Wilhelmina was reluctant: Why do you want me to leave first?

Zhao Chuanxin whispered: Be good, I'll go find you later. I have something to do now.

But……

Only then was Wilhelmina willing to tell him that she would leave tomorrow.

But Zhao Chuanxin interrupted her directly: What nonsense are you talking about? Is the man the master or the woman the master in this family? Do you want the hen Si Chen?

You... Wilhelmina felt aggrieved.

I have put down all the airs of the queen, how can I say this to her?

The chief secret service agent's forehead was covered with sweat. He couldn't care less. He and the other two secret service agents surrounded Wilhelmina from the front, left and right, and carried her out.

Wilhelmina looked back three times with one step.

She really couldn't figure it out.

But the space she vacated was quickly filled by enthusiastic spectators, blocking her view.

It wasn't until she walked out of the crowd that she asked: Why did you drag me away?

The chief secret service agent said: Your Majesty, Mr. Chen said there is danger, let us leave first.

Wilhelmina opened her mouth in surprise and realized that Zhao Chuanxin was for her own good.

I couldn't help but feel guilty, as I had lost my temper just now.

Then what should he do? His injuries haven't healed yet. You go back and help him.

Sorry, our duty is to protect His Majesty and has nothing to do with others.

Reluctantly, Wilhelmina was forcibly taken to the carriage by the chief secret service agent.

But Wilhelmina insisted: Let's not leave yet, stay far away, I'm not worried.

The chief secret service agent was helpless: Then find an absolutely safe distance.

Zhao Chuanxin, who was surrounded by the crowd, said to William Hope: Take the cattle away, my property cannot be lost.

Jesse Livermore said before that if you want to short the market, you need additional funds at any time.

The game is big this time. Zhao Chuanxin doesn't want to lose money due to lack of funds, so he must save every penny.

Wait until William Hope leaves.

At this time, Grenville Harper finally squeezed through the crowd and saw Zhao Chuanxin signing autographs.

He was a little dumbfounded: Where is Ms. Maria?

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows when he saw him: Hey, Mr. Harper, just in time, come here and help me maintain order.

As he said that, he pulled him over without any reason.

Grenville Harper continued to ask confusedly: Where is Ms. Maria?

Zhao Chuanxin's face turned serious: You're not even willing to help me with this small favor, and you're still talking about Ms. Maria? Hurry up and maintain order.

oh.

There were hands from all directions, either poking his eyes or slapping his mouth. Grenville Harper complained endlessly: Everyone should be polite and don't mess around. There will be signatures. Hey, don't poke my nostrils, okay...

With the idiot Grenville Harper in front, Zhao Chuanxin could sign autographs and walk out.

He walked out of the door with a sneer on his lips.

The fortitude armor was worn out by him, and it was left in the secret realm without being washed.

At this time, we couldn't change clothes in front of everyone, so we had to resort to this last resort.

He glanced up again, then hid behind the crowded crowd and began to move sideways.

John Browning, who was sitting in the flower garden, was also confused. He still couldn't figure out the situation of the policemen. What was going on with this group of people? Why did they move here?