After leaving Broadway, the next step is shopping.

Zhao Chuanxin himself didn't realize that all his routes avoided Avenue A.

There is a food truck there, which is known as the star of New York food trucks. The operator is a tall and beautiful woman.

Miao Cuihua opened the curtain of the carriage, looked at the elevated tram on Ninth Avenue, and said curiously: "I want to try that kind of car. It looks like a train, but there is no soot. It's boring to ride in a carriage."
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Zhao Chuanxin rang the bell immediately, paid the fare, and took Miao Cuihua and Ganfan to the station.

I bought a ticket, but when I was about to get on the train, the station staff pointed to the last car: "That car you take, sit in the last row."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the front of the car: "Assign me that section, and I want a front position."

The staff shrugged: "Sorry, you can't sit there."

Miao Cuihua's mood is like a roller coaster.

She was angry before entering the theater, and Zhao Chuanxin relieved her. After booking the theater, she felt pretty good.

Now even if you take a tram, you still have to suffer discrimination.

Miao Cuihua feels sad.

She feels that this country, no matter how developed it is, is not worthy of the nostalgia of the Chinese people.

Not everyone is like Zhao Chuanxin, who vents his anger on the spot and avenges his grudges on the spot.

I haven't tried the frost blade yet, so I ask, how can there be any injustice?

Always do it!

Miao Cuihua said discouraged: "Fortunately, we are leaving."

Zhao Chuanxin ignored her frustration and asked the staff member with a smile: "Why can't we sit there?"

This kind of smile fits the staff’s stereotype of Asians.

Think of subtlety as eccentricity and gentleness as weakness.

He said indifferently: "You yellow people should sit in the last carriage and the last row."

The first-class carriage of a train is the last carriage, but the first-class carriage of a tram is the first carriage.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyebrows: "Don't think about it anymore? I'll give you five seconds to think about it again."

"Don't think about it." The staff member was impatient and said with his nose in the air: "These are the rules, this is not a place where you can act wild."

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin nodded and took out the ax.

Duh!

Staff: "Ah..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his broken arm and asked with a smile: "Can we sit down now?"

Passengers waiting for the tram were confused.

As usual, come on and scream.

Miao Cuihua felt sick when she heard the screams, which were fierce and then filled with panic and weakness.

This group of people gave her a very disgusting feeling.

But think about it, isn’t the Qing court just another kind of disgusting person?

Why are there no levels?

But even if there is a hierarchy, it is different from here.

At least you won’t suffer discrimination so commonly on weekdays.

After the staff got over the initial severe pain, they asked for help: "Please help call the police and catch this murderer."

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "Go ahead and tell the police that my name is Zhao Chuanxin."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin gradually got used to those eyes.

He stood calmly with a smile on his face.

He wiped the ax blade clean on the staff and put it away.

The tram is coming.

Some passengers who were about to get off the bus were too frightened to get off the bus when they saw the staff member with a broken arm and the blood on the floor.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled Miao Cuihua: "Let's go, Sister Hua."

Jump in the car quickly and flexibly.

Zhao Chuanxin went straight to the front of the car and took the front seat.

Although the passengers did not dare to get out of the car, they did not know that Zhao Chuanxin was the murderer.

According to normal thinking, people will leave the scene quickly after committing a crime.

Although the station is scary, some people still can't help but accuse: "Hey, who asked you to sit here?"

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him: "Do you have any objections?"

"Yes, this is not a place for you to sit. Go to the back compartment..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Chuanxin threw out his axe.

The words stopped.

The tram has already started moving. This is not a train going to the kindergarten. It is too late to get off.

Zhao Chuanxin walked over, stepped on the corpse, and pulled out the ax: "My name is Zhao Chuanxin. I dare to get angry and can fight. Wherever I am, there must be no discrimination against dogs.

Those who are not convinced can stand up and try!"

As expected, no one dared to challenge.

One by one, they retreated to the end and huddled in the back row, shivering.

Although the tram is narrow, the windows are connected and the interior is transparent.

Zhao Chuanxin lit his cigar, crossed his legs, and pointed at the person behind him: "Did you see it, Sister Hua? This is the white man. The Anglo-Saxon race is the most shameless and cowardly race. The bastards are boiled."

, if you don’t give them some color to see, they will turn upside down. In ancient times, there was Alati, the whip of God, the Yelu stone of Khitan, and Temujin, the boer of Mongolia. Now I, Zhao Chuanxin from outside the Guan Dynasty, come to teach them how to behave well.

Be human."

Someone behind could not help but argue: "But we represent civilization."

It’s as if his pride as a white man does not allow him to bow his head.

Forcibly pressing the head of a cow without drinking water is Zhao Chuanxin's specialty.

Not knowing who gave him the courage, Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "How much do you represent? You can't represent anything. What is civilization? Is it discrimination?"

"That's also part of civilization, you can't deny it."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, and the electric ball condensed in his palm.

He bared his teeth and said, "I understand what you mean. Civilization means whoever has the biggest fist is the class representative, right? Now I, Zhao Chuanxin, announce that I have the biggest fist in New York."

The ball lightning reflected in the man's eyes grew larger and larger, until the lightning struck him.

Zhao Chuanxin can now control the power of Thor's hammer. Not only can he control the shape of lightning, but he can also control the strength of the power.

He found that at different distances and at different targets, if you want to achieve success, ball lightning does not have to be turned on to the maximum.

Zila...The man's chest was burnt.

It just happened that it didn’t affect anyone else.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the crowd of passengers: "Does anyone still want to talk about discrimination in a high-sounding way? I, Zhao Chuanxin, teach you tirelessly and specialize in teaching you how to be a good person."

No one left.

The tram driver kept turning back.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him, and he quickly turned his head.

Miao Cuihua looked out the car window and said: "In the Tang Dynasty, all these people were willing to go to Chang'an to be a dog, rather than to be a rebel elsewhere. Now, they are arrogant, high above, overlooking all living beings. Could it be that these high-rise buildings and trams are their source of confidence?

? I really can’t understand.”

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said nothing.

In China, everyone used to be miserable, and no one looked down on anyone.

But when some areas develop, their nostrils will turn upward.

The train arrived in the Changdao area.

The two got off the car.

The two got off the bus, and all the passengers were relieved.
To be continued...