But once the words have been spoken, it is difficult to take them back.

He had to kneel in the corner and feel uneasy, watching the people in the room chatting and laughing.

No one cares about the poor and helpless Chinese worker in the corner.

Those women who were flamboyant would look around with disgust as they passed by, as if their skirts would be stained if they touched them.

Chen Tao is desperate...

.Keith stopped paying attention to him, and started talking and laughing with a few people.

Japan’s young Akira Takahashi said: “It’s already the 20th century, but the Chinese still don’t want to make progress, and they still have ridiculous whips. It’s really funny. They have a kind of servility, which they can never get rid of.”

Keith sneered: "These are a group of dirty people. Their hairstyle represents evil and they deserve to be beaten."

Takahashi Akira nodded in agreement.

The topic started from this point and gradually extended to the international situation.

Keith said arrogantly: "We in the United States do not engage in colonialism. I think you Japanese want to imitate European countries. I heard that your Meiji Restoration made the country rich by exploiting farmers?"

A flash of anger flashed in Akira Takahashi's eyes, but he did not get angry. Instead, he smiled: "Since we want to fully learn from Western civilization, the methods are naturally more intense, and shortcomings are inevitable."

The implication behind the words is that I learned everything from you, the eldest brother, let alone the second brother.

Akira Takahashi also specifically looked at Chen Tao, saying that this was more ruthless than exploitation.

Although Japan learns from the West, its way of speaking still has the restrained characteristics of the East, and its words are not explicit.

But Keith understood what he meant, and he was much more straightforward: "Haha, the United States has never bullied white farmers. As for him?"

Keith pointed at Chen Tao, who was kneeling in the corner with a bloody head: "He is not a human being. In my eyes, he is no different from a working beast like me."

Chen Tao heard everything, but his face was numb.

An indescribable smell lingered in my mind.

Depressed? Angry?

Haha, does that work?

He asked himself if he was qualified?

People have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Akira Takahashi smiled and said: "Well, Mr. Keith, what we are doing in Northeast Asia is no different from you. Our company also has industries outside the customs of Qing Dynasty. We are transferring domestic conflicts outwards,

At the moment, Japanese farmers are just in labor pains."

Chen Tao was still numb after hearing this.

It was as if the things they were talking about had nothing to do with him.

What is the Qing Dynasty and what is outside the customs?

As long as you let him go this time and let him bark like a dog, it doesn't matter.

dignity?

What's that worth?

.Keith was about to speak.

Zhang Shangzhi was brought.

If Zhao Chuanxin were here, he would definitely recognize Zhang Shangzhi as the Chinese worker who knew Spanish who worked beside the canal during the day.

He was wearing a short game, and his body was as unclothed as Chen Tao who was kneeling in the corner, and was so dirty that it was difficult to see.

After all, it’s raining heavily today.

Zhang Shangzhi also had fear on his face. At first glance, he saw Chen Tao in the corner who was out of place at the banquet. He immediately understood that his arrest was inextricably linked to Chen Tao.

He said angrily: "Chen Tao, what have you done?"

Chen Tao buried his head deeply in silence, not daring to look at his friend.

Huertas asked sharply: "Tell me, who is the culprit who caused trouble in the canal today?"

Zhang Shangzhi was shocked, this is what happened?

He quickly said: "I don't know."

Huertas remembered Keith's previous operation, looked around, pulled out the command knife on the wall, and walked towards Zhang Shangzhi.

Zhang Shangzhi almost sang a song "Liangliang" to himself.

The American devils are all discriminatory. The ordinary people in Panama are very friendly, but they don't know how to kill.

But the upper class people in Panama are very cruel, especially the soldiers.

Zhang Shangzhi knew very well the cruelty of these people and was so frightened that he was reduced to chaff.

Huertas took the command knife and put the tip of the knife on Zhang Shangzhi's shoulder: "Let me ask you again, do you know who the culprit was who made trouble during the day?"

Zhang Shangzhi's cheeks were twitching and his eyes were firm: "I don't know."

laugh……

The command knife in Huertas' hand moved forward and pierced Zhang Shangzhi's shoulder.

Zhang Shangzhi wailed.

A white woman with heavy makeup said displeasedly: "If you have to do something, take these dirty beasts to another room, not here, okay? It will look like a slaughterhouse."

This woman was brought by William Emery, and Huertas had to be a little bit shy and didn't care about her.

He took out his command knife and asked his men to pull Zhang Shangzhi to the entrance of the banquet hall so as to avoid the main venue of the banquet.

He asked again: "Do you know?"

Zhang Shangzhi still shook his head: "I don't know! I don't know if you killed me."

Although he spoke harshly, he was still thinking in his heart: Zhao Chuanxin will show up soon, Zhao Chuanxin will appear soon, Zhao Chuanxin will save his life...

It is said that Zhao Chuanxin is a mage and knows magic. He must be able to hear it, right?

Well, that must be the case...

I hope Zhao Chuanxin can become a saint!

…

Zhao Chuanxin took Clarisse not far from the gate of Huertas' mansion and hid in the dark to observe.

Clarisse pointed to the guard at the door and said, "Look, I'll just say it. There are many people guarding here, and you still don't listen."

Her voice was neither loud nor quiet, nor was she suppressed because it was still raining.

The sound of rain completely obscured her voice.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the ecstasy lamp: "It's okay, let's go in through the gate."

"..."

Claris had never seen such a stubborn person.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored her and muttered something while a gray mist escaped from the ecstasy lamp and quickly swept toward the door.

It was already raining and smoky, and with the fog, the visibility suddenly dropped to less than two meters.

The guard at the gate exclaimed a few times, but made no big move.

After all, fog is a natural phenomenon. At most, the fog was a bit thicker today, which just surprised them.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled Clarisse: "Okay, let's go, Pippi Xia."

"What? What is Pipi shrimp?"

Claris couldn't see the road clearly, so he grabbed Zhao Chuanxin by the corner of his clothes and relied on him to pull him forward.

Arriving at the gate, Zhao Chuanxin took out the elf carving knife, pointed it at a person's forehead two meters away.

The man fell down with a normal expression, and was sent away without even feeling much pain.

Following the same pattern, Zhao Chuanxin passed six people in a row.

During this period, not a single sound was made.

But Clarisse walked up to the body and was shocked.

She couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Is the fog poisonous?"

She thought that these guards had been poisoned to death, otherwise why would they have fallen to the ground without saying a word?

Zhao Chuanxin raised his index finger: "Shh."

He took out the paper airplane and sent it out with a sigh of relief.

Clarisse was stunned: "At this time, are you still playing children's tricks?"

When Zhao Chuanxin saw that she wouldn't shut up, he turned around, stretched out his hand, and pinched her knot fiercely.

As a result, Clarisse made a sound like a cat...
To be continued...