The wind is blowing, and after a bowl of rice, I am only five minutes full.

The little girl sat at another table and was stunned.

Growing up, this was the first time I saw someone eating like this. I felt like I was eating without chewing.

I came in after Zhao Chuanxin, but I finished my meal early and gave a tip when I paid.

But when he walked to the little girl's table, the Portuguese man suddenly stood up: "Wait a minute, we need your apology."

"What are you apologizing for?"

The man is speechless.

He can never say that foreigners are noble.

After thinking about it, he teased: "Isn't it a kind of inferiority complex to emphasize that you are nobler than others?"

Zhao Chuanxin lit up a cigarette after the meal and said calmly: "Oh, I have low self-esteem and I'm happy with it. Is everything okay?"

The Portuguese man choked and rolled his eyes.

I have never seen such a shameless person.

Zhao Chuanxin winked at the little girl, turned around and left.

As night falls, the peninsula is brightly lit.

Zhao Chuanxin was strolling along the coast of the inner harbor. The evening breeze was blowing. As he walked, he came to the Kaodo Fortress and saw the Ruins of St. Paul's.

It is said that this place was originally a church, but after many natural disasters, the church was destroyed, leaving only this grand-looking door.

Zhao Chuanxin saw many Portuguese people walking here after dinner. They brought their families and it was very pleasant.

Touching the granite full of traces of time, Zhao Chuanxin jumped up and jumped onto the baroque pattern of the stone pillar. He jumped again using his strength and floated to the arched door.

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance. Nearby was a large fort on the hillside, and two Portuguese warships were moored quietly on the sea.

The forts and battleships echo each other and are impregnable.

Zhao Chuanxin was sitting on the arched door smoking, his long legs dangling, and the scarlet cigarette butt flickering in the dark night.

Below, a Portuguese man raised his head and shouted: "Sir, please come down immediately."

Zhao Chuanxin just looked at the fort in trance, as if he hadn't heard anything.

The noisy voices of the people below attracted many people who came to watch the fun.

People are like this. If you don’t believe it, go to the street and stare at the sky intently. Within half an hour, there will definitely be a bunch of people looking up.

When it got darker, Zhao Chuanxin provoked the Portuguese soldiers who were maintaining law and order.

They all shouted below, asking Zhao Chuanxin to go down.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin had no reaction, someone went around to the back, climbed up the ruins of the wall, and prepared to go up and subdue Zhao Chuanxin.

With great difficulty, someone climbed to the arched door and walked towards Zhao Chuanxin aggressively: "See how I deal with you..."

As he said that, he put his hand on Zhao Chuanxin's shoulder.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin whistled.

The whistle used to operate the devil's vine is really not similar to the hanging song "The Riddle" in later generations. It is exactly the same.

In such a night, with such a tune, the Portuguese soldier only felt that his arm was entangled with something, and then he let out an "ah" and threw his body forward involuntarily.

The sitting Zhao Chuanxin gave way slightly, and he fell headfirst.

Some of the people below were holding lanterns and some were holding torches. When they saw this scene, they all exclaimed.

However, the Portuguese soldier was only hung in the air and did not fall.

If the people below jump up, they can touch the feet of the Portuguese soldiers.

The people below were angry: "Let him go quickly!"

Zhao Chuanxin still said nothing.

The hung Portuguese soldier could not get up or down, and his arms were stretched extremely uncomfortable.

He shouted: "Save me quickly, for God's sake, let me go down."

The people below started to jump, but every time they jumped, Zhao Chuanxin's whistle would become more passionate, and then the Portuguese soldiers would be pulled upward.

In any case, the people below are just out of reach.

When the people below were panting and sweating from the dance, Zhao Chuanxin stopped whistling, raised his wrist and looked at the time. After he whistled, the Portuguese soldier fell down, enough to eat.

He shouted condescendingly: "Are there any people below who can speak Chinese?"

"Yes!"

Zhao Chuanxin: "Let me say something, and you can translate it for those present."

"Everything I do today is under the instruction of Lafayette of the Qing Dynasty, yes, that is Cixi."

"Because Portugal threatens to bombard coastal areas, your warships will be sunk."

"Your fort is too bluffing and scary to look at, so Cixi asked me to dismantle the fort."

"Cixi gave me a sum of money, not much, only twenty thousand francs. This is my reward."

"There is always a wrongdoer and a debtor, so you should put this debt on Cixi's head."

"Do you understand?"

The people below who understand Chinese have their heads buzzing after hearing this.

Someone asked in broken Chinese: "Who are you?"
Chapter completed!