Apollo Cinema, No. 52, Sichuan Road, Shanghai.
Benjamin Goldberg and Nong Jinsun went to discuss the matter.
Nong Jinsun thought that Benjamin Goldberg was just a child, so he volunteered to negotiate on his behalf.
Unexpectedly, the other party was extremely arrogant: "Do you know where this place is? Anyone dares to come here to run wild?"
Nong Jinsun said angrily: "You are also Chinese, why? You want to talk like this?"
"Don't do this to me." The other party is still arrogant.
Nong Jinsun was a little helpless.
At this moment.
"Bang."
Benjamin Goldberg came up with a big ear of melon seeds.
The other party was confused: "You, you dare to hit someone?"
"My master called Zhao Chuanxin, and he asked me to set up the arena. I will give you one night to prepare, if If you can't build a good stage, you guys from Mahler Desert should stop doing it. My master demolished the Apollo Cinema."
The other party was startled when he heard the words "Zhao Chuanxin", but Still stubborn: "Who knows whether what you said is true or false?"
Zhao Chuanxin, he really can't afford to offend him.
"Haha, just because I mentioned the word "Zhao Chuanxin", and just because I dare to say that I am his disciple, you must set up a stage, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences. Don't say that you did not predict what you said."
"..."
The other party was speechless.
"Okay, okay, I'll go back and tell the manager."
Benjamin Goldberg didn't talk nonsense to him: "The stage is set up, the posters are put up, and the name is Just call—Zhao Chuanxin challenges Opiyin. If the field is not full, just wait for my master to come and ask for help."
The opponent broke out in a cold sweat: "Definitely, definitely..."
Benjamin Goldberg turned around and left, and Nong Jinsun, who was in a daze, hurried to follow.
Is there such a strong sense of unevenness in life?
This doll just mentioned "Zhao Chuanxin" and the other party just obeyed?
......
Although Zhao Chuanxin came to Shanghai, Bronze Eye No. 21 was hung on the top of the flagpole on the east side of Dongsha Island, overlooking the surrounding area.
Whenever a Japanese goes to take revenge, he will rush back as soon as possible.
By the way, he sent a telegram to Lubin Mansion at the post and telecommunications office, telling Cui Fenghua that he was in Shanghai.
The content of the telegram Cui Fenghua replied to him was very long. First, the Japanese Consulate sent a note to the Qing court and Lubin Mansion at the same time to protest against Zhao Chuanxin's indiscriminate killing of innocent people on Nishizawa Island.
Yes, Japan is still talking about Nishizawa Island and not Dongsha Island. Zhao Chuanxin felt murderous when he saw it.
The second step was the accountability of the International Arms Limitation Commission in The Hague, which asked Zhao to report why the Japanese were massacred on Nishizawa Island.
Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin could no longer hold back his 40-meter sword.
Finally, Cui Fenghua told Zhao Chuanxuan Situ Meitang’s investigation results that Kang Youwei was currently in Torreon, Mexico.
Zhao Chuanxin asked Zhang Shouzeng to reply to the Japanese: If you don't commit suicide, you will not die. Dong Shadao will be named Zhao from now on.
He sent a telegram directly to the Arms Limitation Commission in The Hague, and the reply was simple and clear, four words - personal grudges.
Go to the hotel and sleep all night. The next day, Zhao Chuanxin gets up. The puppet slave washes his hair, shaves his face, and cleans his leather shoes. Zhao Chuanxin puts on his custom-made suit and windbreaker by Brooks Brothers. Go out.
In the hall, all the martial artists gathered.
Before, Benjamin Goldberg said that he wanted to enter the British Concession, but everyone declined for various reasons.
When Zhao Chuanxin came, they were eager to try.
Because last night I heard Nong Jinsun talk about the process of Benjamin Goldberg claiming his master's name, everyone felt that following Zhao Chuanxin would be a risk at most.
It can also make you famous.
Zhao Chuanxin said: "Everyone just go to the Apollo Cinema and wait. Remember, don't buy a ticket when you go in. Just tell me my name. They let Opiyin use me as a sign to make money. I I haven’t settled it with them yet.”
Everyone: “…”
It’s hard to say anything, so we can only go to the movie theater with Benjamin Goldberg.
Zhao Chuanxin went out, hailed a rickshaw and headed to the British Concession.
The rickshaw driver put the rag on his shoulder: "Sit down, get up..."
After arriving at the place, Zhao passed on the salary, but the driver said: "This is a long journey." I didn't calculate it well, please give me an extra 10 cents."
Zhao Chuanxin originally wanted to give a tip, but he bared his teeth and said, "Only blame me for being poor, don't blame me for picking. Besides, why should the poor suffer? Are you embarrassing the poor?"
The coachman's expression changed and he whistled. Two more coachmen came around, eyeing Zhao Chuanxin.
Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his index finger and motioned for them to wait: "I'm going to borrow some money, don't worry."
As he said that, he walked towards the entrance of the British Concession.
The three coachmen wanted to stop him, but they didn’t dare to act recklessly in the foreign concession. After all, the patrols in the British concession were not used to people, so they had to wait patiently.
Zhao Chuanxin walked straight towards the British Concession, and of course the soldiers would stop him.
"Stop."
"Stand still, stop." Zhao Chuanxin swung his arm sideways and punched a soldier on the throat bone.
The Indian soldier covered his neck and fell down.
The other person hurriedly touched the gun, but Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his arm and kicked him in the thigh.
The tyrannical force made the soldier loose his body and hit him heavily on the ground. Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and stamped it down.
Bang.
The soldier rolled his eyes and fainted.
The three driver's hands and feet were numb with fear, and they looked at each other.
Just listen to Zhao Chuanxin shouting to the hurriedly arriving patrolman of the British Concession: "Those three rickshaw pullers asked me to steal the money."
I blanched... the three rickshaw pullers said nothing. Don't say anything, just turn the car around and run away.
One of the patrolmen rushed over with a short stick, ZhaoZhao Chuanxin took a step forward, but the patrolman didn't expect that he would be able to take five meters. It was too late to brake. Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the short stick and hit him. The stick was released and the patrolman flew backwards.
Zhao Chuanxin swung his short stick and connected with the short stick coming from the other side.
The patrolman’s palm was numb from the shock, and the short stick flew out of his hand, whirling and whizzing into the face of another patrolman.
Click.
The bridge of the nose is broken.
Zhao Chuanxin struck a stick with his backhand. The patrolman’s cheek deformed in front of him, and a tooth flew out.
Pedestrians passing by inside and outside the British Concession were stunned.
Do you dare to think?
Someone actually ran wild in the British Concession.
Zhao Chuanxin took three steps, and the reaction shoulder straps reduced the gravity. The violent armor and Xingyue used their strength together. Zhao Chuanxin floated up to the wall, and with another step, he landed on the roof.
The people below only saw the raised hem of the windbreaker.
Zhao Chuanxin put on his sunglasses, put his hands in his pockets, and walked forward on the roof.
Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "I call Zhao Chuanxin and ask Zhe Meisen to come out."
The crowd was in an uproar.
Every time Zhao Chuanxin comes to the British Concession, nothing good will happen.
Last time, Zhemei Sen was almost scared to death when Zhao Chuanxin seized the Kaiping Coal Mine.
What are you doing here again this time?
Not long after, Zhe Meisen came trotting over with a stick of civilization. Even his top hat ran away, but he didn’t take care of it.
"Don't do it, don't do it..."
He shouted as he ran.
It’s hard for this old man to suffer this at such a young age.
Zhao Chuanxin stepped down, as if he was not captured by the earth's gravity. He floated to the ground and stood in front of Zhe Meisen.
Ignoring the shock, Zhe Meisen wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked quickly: "Mr. Zhao, what are you doing in the British Concession?"
"I came here mainly because I wanted to Say something to you."
Zhe Meisen was confused: "What? Just send a telegram, don't bother to go there in person."
"No, I have to tell you personally - as you get older, you need to take care of your health and be more prudent in your work, and don't dare to run around."
Zhemei Sen, who was still panting, had a buzzing head.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: "The other thing is, I'm here to invite two British people to participate in the ring. One is named Opin and the other is named Oliver Burton."
" Ah, this..." Zhemei Sen combed his messy hair: "Who are they?"
The attendant who followed quickly whispered to him.
Zhemei Sen’s eyes widened.
The people from Male Desert actually caused trouble for him.
These two idiots.
It’s not good to provoke anyone. Go provoke Zhao Chuanxin, light a lamp in the toilet, and seek death.
However, these two people are British and Zhemeisen should protect them.
Why did he say: "Mr. Zhao, they are not willing to participate in the ring."
Zhao Chuanxin's smile did not diminish: "The rules of the ring are set by me, and we have to go up when the name is called. We all You have to abide by the rules to get things done."
Zhemei Sen quickly thought about it, but couldn't think of a good way.
At this time, Zhao Chuanxin had already taken out his war bow and poverty arrow: "Well, you choose. Are you responsible for sending them to the Apollo Cinema, or am I going to invite them personally?"
"Mr. Zhao, please don't do this, please give me some time?"
"No problem, I'll give you three counts of time. Two..."
Fake, Fake, Fake...
Zhemei Sen had just taken a breath, and now his forehead was sweating again: "No, no, no, I will take people to send them away right now." To the Apollo Cinema."
Zhao Chuanxin put away his bow, floated up to the roof and walked out: "If they don't arrive before eleven o'clock, Zhao will make this place a bloody mess."
Zhemei Sen shivered.
……
Benjamin Goldberg and Zhang Zhankui didn’t wait long at the Apollo Cinema.
Zhao Chuanxin is back.
Huo Yuanjia stepped forward: "Mr. Zhao, what's the matter?"
"Tell the host, Opiyin and the others will be there before eleven o'clock, and ask the cinema to notify the audience. ”
Time passed minute by minute.
The audience at the Apollo Cinema is getting bigger and bigger.
Most of them came for Zhao Chuanxin.
"Where is Zhao Chuanxin?"
"Which one is Zhao Chuanxin?"
"Apollo Cinema won't lie to us, right?"< /p>
"That's the Yankee martial artist over there?"
"It doesn't look like much..."
"Perhaps the tallest and strongest man will come on stage. "
"Why not Zhao Chuanxin himself?"
"You are stupid, the battlefield and the ring are two different things. On the battlefield, the competition is about fists and kicks. You have also seen Opin. He is strong and strong, and his neck is as thick as his head. His arms are as big as my thighs. If Zhao Chuanxin hadn't beaten him, wouldn't it be a disgrace to the country?"
"No way, Zhao Chuanxin is the God of War."
"That's useless, just watch, it must be the martial artist named Huo Yuanjia..."
The whole place was packed.
There are even many people who strongly urge to buy standing tickets to watch.
The venue was packed with people.
On the other side, the martial arts group was also discussing.
"The British strongman has brute strength. It will not be a problem for Mr. Zhao to fight against him." The younger Wang Ziping was inevitably impatient.
In fact, I have some doubts about Zhao Chuanxin's strength.
Monk Sun Lutang Yunxiang was very calm and did not speak.
Du Xinwu said: "Don't be impatient, I will ask to be on stage."
p>"That's not necessary, I'll take the stage later." Zhang Zhankui said, clenching his fists.
Huo Yuanjia smiled faintly and said: "Everyone, I'll do it. Brother Nong only invited me at first, and things must be done from beginning to end."
Everyone was talking about it.
Li Shuwen said nothing.
Benjamin Goldberg turned a deaf ear to their conversation.
Joke.
You are all practicing martial arts, and my master is a cultivator.
Finally, it was 10:30 in the morning.
Four British soldiers cleared the way and escorted two white men, one tall and one short, into the arena.
The whole place was excited.
"It's Opiyin."
"They are coming."
"Now there is a good show."
Even if Zhao Chuanxin does not play, this kind of competition involving Zhongyang's skills can still cause a sensation, not to mention that it is said that Zhao Chuanxin will come.
At this time, Benjamin Goldberg stood up, went to the manager of the Apollo Cinemas, and told him: "Reporters can come in, but they are not allowed to take pictures."
"This "Why?" The manager was very confused: "Zhao Chuanxin is a patriot and has made a name for his country. Why can't he take pictures?" "I tell you I can't," Benjamin Goldberg said in a bad tone.
"Okay, okay..." The manager hurriedly followed the instructions.
Opiyin came on stage very reluctantly.
He heard the cheers from the audience, and the typhoon naturally rose, raising his thick arms and roaring like a wild beast.
The audience became even more enthusiastic.
Some people in the martial arts group looked solemn.
Some people remain calm.
Looking at the appearance alone, the appearance of this Opiyin is indeed a bit scary.
When he roared, all the veins appeared on his neck.
No martial artist in the field is as strong as him.
The other Oliver Burton is much inferior, with curly middle hair and a William Hu, but his hand is firmly pressed on the sword at his waist and does not let go.
At this time, the host on the stage said: "I don't need to introduce these two people. One is the British strongman Opinion, and the other is the British swordsman Oliver Burton.
Next, let’s invite the God of War Zhao Chuanxin.”
The whole audience was in an uproar.
Zhao Chuanxin is really here?
Most people have only heard of the legend of Zhao Chuanxin, but have never seen him.
I saw a tall man. His suit fit exceptionally well. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He was considered strong, but he was inferior compared to Opin.
His hair was combed back, with only a few strands scattered in front of his forehead, which seemed to have been blown by the wind.
He has a thick beard on his face, but it is neatly trimmed.
He walked calmly, without any stage fright, and waved his hands to the audience, causing violent screams.
Opiyin and Oliver BurtonHe was also sizing up Zhao Chuanxin.
When Zhao Chuanxin appeared, their worries a little lessened.
Opiyin felt that Zhao Chuanxin was far less strong than him. Even if he couldn't beat him, he could at least protect himself.
Oliver Burton felt that Zhao Chuanxin's posture did not look like that of a swordsman.
Zhao Chuanxin unbuttoned his suit, threw it down the stage, and landed in the arms of Benjamin Goldberg, who was sitting in the front row.
He moved his neck and said to the host: "Sign the certificate of life and death."
In the audience, Zhemei Sen, who came to watch the battle, hurriedly came to the stage and said: "No, they No sign of life and death, this is just a normal fighting exchange. "What the hell?" Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyes: "Are you looking down on me? Are you worried that I will be beaten to death?" Don't worry, Zhao put it here. If they beat me to death, it will be mine and no one will take revenge."
Zhemei Sen: "..."
Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the life and death signs and said to Opinin and Oliver Burton: "Sign!"
Opinin shook his head.
Zhao Chuanxin plucked his hands and found a Winchester M1897 in his hand. He loaded the gun with one hand and pointed the gun at the two of them: "Sign or not?"
Au Pi Yin and Oliver Burton nodded like crazy: "Sign."
The audience was in an uproar.
Sure enough, just like the rumors, Zhao Chuanxin was moody and would fall out of favor at every turn.
This is definitely the first time that someone has been forced to sign a life and death certificate at gunpoint.
Zhao Chuanxin sneered: He has ak media, and he, Zhao Chuanxin, also has Winchester Media.
Zhao Chuanxin also went up and signed his name in a flourishing manner.
She put away her gun and asked the two of them: "Who goes first?"
Opiyin whispered to Oliver Burton: "Today, the two of us are going to fight hard. Zhao Chuanxin must be killed, otherwise it will be difficult to get out of the Apollo Cinema."
Oliver Burton nodded: "Me first, or you?"
Au. Piyin's expression was ferocious: "I'll go first. I'm stronger than him. Even if I can't beat him, it'll be difficult for him to kill me. When I drag him until he's exhausted, you stab him to death with one sword."
Oliver Burton said cautiously: "You have to be careful, the main thing is to consume his physical energy."
Opiyin came to the ring: "I go first."
Zhao Chuanxin He bent his knees, jumped more than three meters, and floated onto the ring.
With this move, not only Opin was dumbfounded, the audience in the audience was stunned, even the martial arts group was stunned.
There are many martial arts practitioners with flexible body skills and super explosive leg power, but the only one who can do Zhao Chuanxin's leap of more than three meters high is probably the legendary Bodhidharma. Let's cross the river...
Zhao Chuanxin asked Opiyin: "I heard that you called me the sick man of East Asia?"
"..." Opiyin was originally scared, But having already signed the life and death certificate, he simply broke the pot and said: "You Chinese are all the sick men of East Asia, and you are no exception."
The martial arts group in the audience suddenly stood up.
Even if they risked their lives, after hearing Opiyin’s insulting words with their own ears, they were still furious and their mouths were filled with smoke.
On the stage, Zhao Chuanxin put one hand in his pocket and hooked his fingers at Opiyin with the other hand.
Opiyin was provoked and forgot about Zhao Chuanxin's identity. He grew evil and bold, thinking in his heart, if you are so trusting, don't blame me for beating you to death today.
He rushed forward with an "ouch" sound like a beast.
It's a big swing.
It has some shadow of boxing, but it is not professional yet and the forward movement is too big.
Zhao Chuanxin stood there without moving, and the audience exclaimed.
When Opiyin’s punch was about to come, he had time to pick up his elbow.
Boom.
"Ouch..." Opiyin roared again.
This time it hurt.
It turned out that Zhao Chuanxin’s elbow happened to be touching the inside of his forearm.
Before Opiyin could stop, Zhao Chuanxin straightened his left hand, reversed and folded his elbow to catch Opiyin, and did an uppercut without any backlash.
Boom.
Opiyin’s head jerked up.
My eyes lost focus and I wanted to fall down, but Zhao Chuanxin pulled me back to stand up straight.
Zhao Chuanxin took a step back calmly, stepped forward, jumped up, and performed a Superman punch.
Boom.
Opiyin’s head jerked up again.
Zhao Chuanxin fell down and put his hand around the back of Opiyin's neck to prevent him from falling to the ground and right him upright.
Kicked his calf violently.
Click.
Kick the other leg again.
Click.
At this time, Opiyin could no longer stand firmly.
However, Zhao Chuanxin grabbed an arm to keep him from falling. Then Zhao Chuanxin stepped back, pulling his arm with his left hand and smashing his elbow with his right hand.
Click.
Fold the arms outward at a ninety-degree angle.
At this time, the audience was so frightened that they screamed.
On the other side of the martial arts group, everyone looked solemn.
I blanch.
At this time, the fighters competed with each other all year round, and a few moves could result in death or injury.
They could tell that when Zhao Chuanxin passed the first sky-reaching cannon, Opinin had already lost consciousness.
What happened next was that Zhao Chuanxin straightened him up and continued to beat him.
This is no longer a competition, this is one-sided abuse.
Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Opiyin who was about to fall, walked around to the other side, and hit his elbow with his left hand.
Click.
Opiyin’s other arm was bent back at 90 degrees.
Plop...
Opiyin knelt on the ground.
Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the hair of Opiyin, who was completely unconscious, from behind, raised his knee, and slammed his knee into the back of his head.
Once, twice, three times...
As soon as he let go, Opiyin fell to the ground, red and white...
The occipital bone was earlyIt shattered, not only shattered, but also pierced the flesh...
Resulting in red and white...
"Ah..."
The audience Scream!
Zhao Chuanxin twisted his neck, looked at the audience, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "The sick man of East Asia, right?"
As he said that, he jumped four meters high on the spot and disappeared. Use the reaction shoulder belt to slow down, and when you get close to the ground, straighten your bent leg and perform a downward slash.
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