Chapter 510 Don’t I Want to Show Off?

Claris had no experience serving a "vegetative" person.

She asked Zhao Chuanxin to lie down, then stood helplessly in front of a pile of food, picked up a can, and asked subconsciously: "Are you hungry?"

After saying that, I felt stupid.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't even open his mouth, so naturally he couldn't eat.

She walked around the cabin with the ants on the hot pot.

In the midst of the ordeal, she walked no matter how many laps she walked, and she felt her legs cramped as she walked.

Normally, everyone would avoid them like the god of plague.

Only today, the more urgent it is, the more someone always knocks on the door.

Clarisse jumped up when he heard a knock on the door.

Then he quickly calmed down, pretended to be calm and calm, and said calmly: "Who?"

"I am the captain. Madam, let me tell you that we will arrive in Hawaii tomorrow."

"Okay, I understand, back off."

Clarisse replied in the tone that a noble would use in a shadow play.

Outside, the captain's face looked suspicious.

It feels weird.

But he didn't think too much, took off his hat, scratched his head and left.

In the cabin, Clarisse sat down on the edge of the bed and wiped the sweat that was dripping from his smooth forehead.

Not only was she at her wits' end, but she also discovered during this ordeal that she didn't even have a hobby.

Otherwise, this would be a good way to pass the difficult time.

In the end, she just lay next to the unconscious Zhao Chuanxin with tears in her eyes, hugged his waist, and buried her face in his chest.

Even in a coma, he seems to be able to give people a sense of security, which is strange.

The difficult day was finally over.

At night, Claris did not sleep at all.

When it was bright the next morning, she looked out the porthole and saw no shoreline.

Before, she was anxious to reach the shore.

But at this time, she wished she would come back later.

At least when Zhao Chuanxin is awake.

Looking at Zhao Chuanxin, he still closed his eyes tightly.

Not eating, drinking, or urinating.

It had only been one night, but his cheeks had lost some weight and were still so pale, making him look weak at first glance.

Francis Fuller came again and asked if he would bring them breakfast.

Clarisse pretended to be impatient: "I told you not to disturb me. We'll be arriving in Hawaii soon. Is there anything to eat?"

Francis Fuller stroked his William Hu and felt that something was wrong.

He went to the captain's cabin thoughtfully.

"Captain, there seems to be something wrong with Zhao Chuanxin."

The captain frowned: "What's wrong? He wants to kill someone again?"

"No, no, you misunderstood." Francis Fuller couldn't laugh or cry: "I mean, they all came to the restaurant to dine before, but they didn't come yesterday, and they didn't open the door when I went to deliver the food. It was the same this morning."

The captain smiled obscenely: "It's normal. I was like this when I was young, doing that kind of thing and forgetting to eat and sleep. I also saw that woman. Her ass was as plump as the full moon, and her long legs were strong and powerful, and could suck a man dry. of spirit.”

Francis Fuller frowned and pondered, and suddenly asked: "You went to tell them yesterday that they would dock today. Did you hear Zhao Xin's voice?"

The captain recalled it and shook his head: "It seems not."

"This..." Francis Fuller suggested: "How about you go and test it specifically?"

The captain was startled: "Fake, why don't you go?"

"I..." Francis Fuller was speechless.

If he was asked to deliver food, he would go there without hesitation.

After all, he is a diplomat, 100% free of social fears, thick-skinned enough, and knows how to assess the situation.

However, now he has other thoughts. The so-called guilty conscience of being a thief, if he goes now, he will inevitably be filled with scruples.

Finally, he sighed and said: "Forget it, I will get to Hawaii soon and I can send this plague god away."

…

Hawaii.

Miao Cuihua forced herself to remain calm and sat in the best thatched hut of the Kanaka tribe.

Benjamin Goldberg said: "Mrs., are you worried about Master? It was raining heavily when we left. Master must not have wanted to rush in the rain, so he was delayed. Don't worry, he will be fine. He can't wait for two days." He will come tomorrow, if you don’t believe it, just watch.”

The high priest is accompanying him here, but he is taciturn and usually does not speak. He often has a straight face, and with the deep grooves on his face, he looks like a wooden body made of clay.

Miao Cuihua pursed her lips and said, "It's nothing."

Jiang Bo was eating local mashed potatoes and was slurping his tongue.

Samuel Goldberg whispered next to him: "If I were you, I would definitely not eat it because I have seen the process of how they make this food."

Jiang Bo's face froze: "Dirty?"

"They were barefoot and sat on the ground. They only spread a huge leaf and worked on it. Some of the leaves had been stepped on..."

Jiang Bo: "..."

"vomit……"

At this moment, a Hawaiian man hurriedly walked in and said to the high priest in a loud voice: "High Priest, there is a woman outside. She is very good-looking. I will come to you by name."

This person was none other than Ji Xi. When he first saw Zhao Chuanxin on the pier and was working at the pier, he thought that Zhao Chuanxin was the incarnation of the God of War Kuku. Later, Zhao Chuanxin pretended to be a ghost and used wine to reduce his son's fever and save his son. One life.

The high priest didn't hesitate: "Bring her in."

Miao Cuihua, the five of them and Gan Fan all looked at it curiously.

Kirsch brought in a Latina woman.

After the woman came in, Ganfandog had a puzzled face, stepped forward to sniff, and turned back: "Woof woof woof..."

Benjamin Goldberg suddenly stood up: "Are you sure? What does my master smell like?"

Ganfan nodded his head.

And Claris also spoke: "High Priest, Constantine, oh no, it's Zhao Chuanxin. He asked me to come to you and ask you to take the Kanaka warriors to the dock to greet him."

Clarisse felt guilty.

High Priest, it sounds like you are bluffing.

Do people really care?

She couldn't help but think of Zhao Chuanxin's weak appearance when he woke up. When he heard that the ship was about to dock, he immediately asked her to use the reputation of diplomat Francis Fuller to get ashore first and arrive at the settlement of the Kanaka tribe. Searching for the high priest.

Because Zhao Chuanxin can't walk right now, if he gets off the ship like this, there might be complications. He needs to find helper first.

After hearing this, the high priest couldn't help but glance at Miao Cuihua and the others.

Speaking of the early 20th century, who knew Zhao Chuanxin best?

It must be Miao Cuihua who has been taking care of him personally.

She stood up immediately: "Is he injured?"

She didn't ask about the relationship between the woman in front of her and Zhao Chuanxin, or anything else, but she pointedly asked the key.

Clarisse turned his eyes to Miao Cuihua.

Let's not talk about appearance and figure, just talking about temperament makes her a little bit sour.

Not a rich girl, not a strong woman in the workplace, but an indescribable kind of healthy, pure, mature woman who sees through the rules of the worldly game.

At first glance, Claris dared to conclude that this woman must be more careful and know how to take care of people than she was.

Clarisse nodded and shook his head.

His silly look left everyone in the room confused.

The high priest narrowed his eyes, stood up, leaned on the ground with a long cane, paused and said: "Kishi, gather the men to follow me and bring the gun."

The gun was left by Zhao Chuanxin when he left last time.

Keehee hurried out.

After hearing what Miao Cuihua said, Rachel Kervis became inexplicably anxious, but she tried her best to suppress it.

At this time, I couldn't help it anymore: "Is Zhao really injured?"

Claris originally wanted to show off the strong appearance of a landlord's maid, but after all, he felt guilty and lacked acting skills. He said with a bit of tears: "He suddenly vomited blood, but no one touched him, and I don't know what happened."

Benjamin Goldberg interjected: "Does my master have any enemies?"

His question seemed to hit the point.

Clarisse nodded sharply: "Everyone on the ship is hostile to him, but they don't dare to show it. But if we don't pick him up, we're afraid the secret will be revealed soon."

Miao Cuihua took out a Lugang M1907 from her bag.

Bah...crack the hammer!

This was a self-defense weapon given to her by Zhao Chuanxin. The handle of the gun was not a deer, but rather vulgarly carved with a simple image of a man and a woman, the kind of man and woman kissing.

"Let's go, we can't wait, let's go first."

To Samuel Goldberg's surprise, his son Benjamin Goldberg also took out a Lugang M1907.

Of course this gun is not specially made.

Seeing his son skillfully operating a pistol made Samuel Goldberg's eyelids jump.

He is still a child.

The high priest did not stop him: "We will be there shortly."

Miao Cuihua took the others and left first.

Come to the dock.

Samuel Goldberg first took out the money and bribed the customs staff at the dock, and then followed Cleris onto the ship.

The ordinary passengers had disembarked long ago, and the only people still on board were the captain, crew, and Francis Fuller.

They all gathered in front of Zhao Chuanxian's cabin.

Francis Fuller said: "Mr. Zhao, they have arrived in Hawaii. Just let them get off the boat."

Zhao Chuanxin's voice came out, the volume was low: "Don't I want to be in line? Wait for someone to greet you, stop talking nonsense."

"But when will your people come?" Francis Fuller and the captain exchanged wild glances.

Both of them sensed that something was wrong.

According to Zhao Chuanxin's temper, if he was impatient, he might just poke a big hole in the ship and bury a whole crew of people at the bottom of the sea.

But now, Zhao Chuanxin didn't leave the cabin at all.

At this moment.

boom!

A gunshot was heard from the cabin.

Everyone retreated in shock.

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "A few ink marks."

He felt dizzy, but he held it back and didn't reveal any flaws.

His mentality is much more stable than that of Cleris.

At this moment, Miao Cuihua took people on the boat.

Jiang Bo stepped forward, cocking his neck and looking haughty. He snorted with his nose before speaking: "I am Mr. Zhao's tailor. We are here to greet him. Why don't you get out of the way quickly?"

Francis Fuller was quite unhappy to see this man being so pretentious.

In front of Zhao Chuanxin, I am a white man and you are also a white man. We are all inferior to him. Why can you pretend so well?

Immediately Francis Fuller was stunned.

How could such an idea come up?

Therefore, as long as the oppression lasts for a long time, the oppressed will succumb in their hearts and gradually recognize their own identity.

"Let them in."

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin's hoarse voice came from the cabin.

Finally no need to pretend anymore...