The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

As he spoke, he opened the door and waved toward the nightclub, and several other Smiths walked out with their arms swaying.

The arrogant brothers crowded the door of the nightclub and stared at Zhao Chuanxin with unkind eyes.

Marcus Nkrumah stepped forward and said angrily: Master, do you want to overthrow them?

Big Smith looked at him and his eyelids twitched.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: Good boy, I'll give you extra food later, a hamburger.

Marcus Nkrumah's eyes immediately sparkled.

Seven Smith was young and energetic, and said fearlessly: There are only three of you. I advise you to think before you speak.

Zhao Chuanxin stuffed the paper back and said, Why is this kid like this? He always threatens others. It's not polite, you know?

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Seeing that the guest was blocked from the outside, Big Smith said anxiously: Let's go, we won't do anything for you. The third child can't represent all of us.

Don't worry. Zhao Chuanxin smiled. In your line of work, you will always go to jail, right? In prison, you can't beat the Jews, Italians and Irish, right? I don't get much reward, but I can guarantee that some of you will go to jail in the future, so that all of you can It must come out completely.

Seven Smith sneered: What a loud tone! Why do you guarantee our safety?

Zhao Chuanxin hooked his fingers at Big Smith: I'll give you a step to speak.

Big Smith looked back at his brothers and felt that he was quite confident, so he came forward.

Zhao Chuanxin whispered: Have you ever heard of Chen Yigeng? You can call Xinxin Prison and ask your third son what Chen Yigeng means in prison.

There was no need to call the prison to ask. Just hearing the three words Chen Yigeng made Big Smith's body tremble.

Who is the most famous person in New York City these days?

It must be Chen Yigeng who is in the limelight!

More than a dozen people from the New York Police Department were killed by him single-handedly.

Look at the man in front of me again. He is Asian and tall. He completely fits the image of Chen Yigeng!

Zhao Chuanxin took out a box of Camel cigarettes and lit them, and leisurely watched Big Smith's expression change.

You, are you the wanted Chen Yigeng?

I never said that.

Aren't you afraid that I will collect the bounty? Your bounty is sky-high!

The strong wind blows, but the grass is still there. I can collect the bounty. If I can spend it until tomorrow, I will lose.

Big Smith's face turned black, as black as coal.

Let us discuss it.

Okay, you guys can discuss it first and let's go in and have something to eat.

Zhao Chuanxin said, waving to the two people behind him.

The decoration of Cotton Nightclub is not luxurious, but rather outdated.

Not all black people come here for recreation, there are also white people.

But the music focuses on jazz, blues and the dance that goes with both.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't understand what was being danced on the dance floor.

He used to have uncoordinated limbs and dancing was a luxury sport for him.

So he went straight to the table and said to the waiter: Are there any burgers? Give me forty first.

The waiter, a young black man, said confusedly: Sir, there are no burgers here.

Are there any sandwiches?

This, neither.

steak?

Uh, no.

Zhao Chuanxin slapped the table: There's no such thing, and there's not that one either. Then why should we open a nightclub?

... The black spiritual guy felt that this person was here to cause trouble. Who comes to the nightclub to eat?

He looked at the door. The Smith brothers were having a heated discussion and didn't pay attention here.

He could only say politely: We have oysters, cheese platter, pickled olives, pickles and chips to accompany the wine.

Marcus Nkrumah shook his head: Master, I don't want to eat these, I'm not full.

But Isaiah was in high spirits: “Boss, can I have a drink?”

Okay, the Smith brothers will foot the bill.

Huh? Forget it then.

Isaiah did not dare to offend the brothers.

At this time, a white man drank too much, rushed to the stage, and pushed the singer away from the stage.

At this time, nightclubs did not have microphones and used a loudspeaker called a cornucopia.

The white man started crying and howling as soon as he opened his mouth.

The waiter who was waiting for Zhao Chuanxin to order drinks took a deep breath.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: This song is all about emotion, without any skills.

The Smith brothers at the door were interrupted by the white disruptor and hurried back.

Two Smiths came on stage and took the white man down.

Hey, I'm warning you, it won't do any good to cause trouble here.

Nigger, get your hands off you!

Show me some respect. A white man made trouble here a few days ago, and it didn't end well...

Zhao Chuanxin sat on the sofa and watched happily.

These guys may seem reckless, but they are actually very restrained.

It is possible that the three Smiths beat white people and were sent to Sing Sing Prison deliberately.

Sacrifice one person and make the family happy.

After hearing this, the white man actually calmed down a bit and went to the side to calm down.

Seeing the Smith brothers overwhelming the white people in terms of momentum, the people in the venue cheered and applauded, as if they had won a victory based on skin color.

Big Smith came over: We have discussed that we can help you do some things. But as you can see, we have our own business to deal with.

When doing business in a white man's world, you will inevitably encounter monsters and monsters, and they cannot guarantee that they will never go to jail.

In addition, Chen Yigeng is not easy to mess with.

It's okay. You have many buddies, so just work in shifts. I'll send five of you to work with me every day.

Big Smith had no excuses and gritted his teeth: Okay, I hope you can take good care of the third child in Xingxin Prison, where the white man rules.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up: Okay, now call your people to follow me.

When he walked out of Cotton Nightclub, Zhao Chuanxin had gone through two rounds of recruitment and the team had expanded to 8 people.

Eight strong men were walking around the streets, and pedestrians were afraid to avoid them.

On the first day, Big Smith took the lead in the shift. He asked: Chen, where are we going?

Cross the Williamsburg Bridge and find the Jew.

Big Smith frowned: It's best not to provoke them.

With just a few of their brothers, they can run rampant on this street.

And this reputation doesn’t extend beyond Brooklyn and Harlem.

But it was different with the Jewish gangs and the Italian fraternities and the Irish, who mingled throughout New York.

Especially the Jewish gang, this group of people are very flexible and like to walk between black and white, so they are particularly difficult to deal with.

From the bottom of his heart, Big Smith did not want to provoke these people.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and said, Yes, you'd better start praying for them now.

What does it mean?

The Big Smith brothers looked at each other.

Going against the Jewish gang?

Zhao Chuanxin did not explain.

New York is large and densely populated.

If Zhao Chuanxin wants to find Charles Baker as soon as possible, he must gather all the power at hand.

The Smith Brothers are crazy.

They took Zhao Chuanxin through alleys, avoiding patrolling police and areas where white people had free flow, and avoided a lot of trouble.

Arriving in Lower East Side of Manhattan without incident.

Zhao Chuanxin followed the address and came to the courtyard of a house.

At this time, a Jew and a white man were talking outside the door.

When they saw Zhao Chuanxian coming here with seven strong black men, the two of them suddenly became nervous.

The Jew even wanted to run.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand, and Big Smith, Isaiah and others surrounded him from both sides, blocking his way.

Zhao Chuanxin came forward with Marcus Nkrumah: Abraham Cohen, don't be afraid, your cousin Eastman asked me to come.

Eastman was the leader of the Jewish gang in Sing Sing Prison.

Abraham Cohen actually calmed down when he heard the name Eastman.

Zhao Chuanxin gave him a letter as usual.

After reading it, Abraham Cohen's behavior was very different from that of the previous people.

Wearing a suit and tie, he said politely: Sir, I am willing to help, but right now I have to help my client's child perform an exorcism.

Exorcism?

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up.

Professional mage Zhao Chuanxin's main focus is salvation.

Has the opportunity come?

But the white man frowned at Zhao Chuanxin and a group of black men.

He said displeased and arrogantly: You'd better leave. This is not the place for dirty people like you, otherwise I will let the police chief arrest you.

The Smiths and Isaiah get nervous.

They have always been suppressed by white people and struggled to survive.

Under the strong body of flesh and blood, there is a weak heart.

Being verbally discriminated against, but dare not speak out in anger.

Zhao Chuanxin will not go on a killing spree, but that doesn't mean he has lost his temper.

Under the astonished gazes of the Smith brothers and Isaiah, they grabbed the white man's collar and swung the big-eared melon seeds up without hesitation.

PIA…

There was a crisp sound.

The white man was whipped around in circles.

My head hurts.

He fell to the ground, spat a mouthful of blood, and felt that his teeth were a little loose.

You...you dare to hit me? He said in disbelief: Do you know who I am? I am Arthur Gompers, and my father is Samuel Gompers!

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

Is this the American version of My dad is Li Gang in the early 20th century?

He had no idea who Samuel Gompers was, but the Smith brothers, Isaiah and Abraham Cohen apparently did.

These people all changed their expressions.

Samuel Gompers, leader of the American Federation of Labor, is known as the Labor Emperor of the United States.

Especially Abraham Cohen, the world was spinning.

Not only did he fail to climb the big tree, but he also offended him.

Now that the job is gone, the reward for exorcism is definitely gone.

It's over, it's all over!

Zhao Chuanxin took a sip and said, I'm beating Gompers, no matter who your father is!

Abraham Cohen couldn't let the situation develop. He hurriedly stepped forward and stopped Zhao Chuanxin: Sir, please calm down. Mr. Gompers is from the Labor Federation. You have caused me a lot of trouble.

Stop talking nonsense. Zhao Chuanxin can't even beat Da Luo, how can he be intimidated by his labor federation? He looked at Abraham Cohen steadily: I have also read your cousin's letter. Now gather the people for me.

Abraham Cohen shook his head: No, I am an exorcist. I promised Mr. Gompers to perform an exorcism on his daughter.

Arthur Gompers on the ground looked better.

At least there are people who respect him.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned, looked at Arthur Gompers, and said angrily: Exorcism? I am a mage, and my main focus is salvation. Lead the way, let me save your daughter first!

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