Chapter 165

The carriage drove into Nassau at night and finally stopped in front of Zhang Heng and Annie's residence.

Zhang Heng and Billy carry the black Gladiator into the house and temporarily put it in the empty room of the farmer's son, while Anne gets out of the car on the way to find a doctor.

Billy and Zhang Heng chatted for a while and left soon after the time.

After Zhang Heng returned to Malvern's room, the black Gladiator closed his eyes and lay motionless on the bed, which was no different from when he was buried in the earth pit. If it wasn't for his weak breathing, people could not help suspecting that he was dead. The blood stains on his face had now condensed into a lump, and looked even more ferocious.

Zhang Heng moved a chair to sit down beside the bed, and then said, "I have to admit that you are really talented in camouflage coma."

His voice fell, but there was no response in the hut. The black Gladiator on the bed still closed his eyes and fell into a coma.

"Don't you wonder how I found out?"

Zhang Heng said to himself, "at that time, everyone in the banquet hall was attracted by the fighting between you two on the stage. I was the only one who happened to be observing the surroundings. As a result, one thing aroused my interest. I found that whenever you were attacked, some black female slaves would be very nervous. At first, I thought they were worried about their compatriots, but they were worried It was later that I found out that when you hit back, they relaxed again.

"So I began to realize that they were just worried about you. What's interesting is that when you were completely knocked down, they showed a look of impatience, but they seemed to have a kind of faint expectation. Their look made me confused. Until later, when everyone thought you were dead, you suddenly turned defeat into victory and killed you in an almost impossible situation Your opponents, and they don't look very surprised, which makes me wonder whether they knew this would happen? "

Zhang Heng pauses, "the battle that happened on the stage tonight was carefully arranged by you. You wanted to escape from the manor, so you chose to hide your strength and deliberately suffered such heavy injuries in the battle, because you know how they used to deal with the worthless wounded, and the two people who were responsible for burying you under the coffee tree Obviously, they're also your companions, so when I pay for you, they're a little overwhelmed, because it's different from what you planned

This time, when Zhang Heng's voice fell down again, the black gladiator who looked very weak on the bed finally had a reaction. He jumped up, without any sign, and suddenly rushed to Zhang Heng beside him. His two huge palms were about to hold the latter's throat.

However, the next moment, his action just stopped in the air, because he saw the short musket in Zhang Heng's hand.

"I don't mean you any harm. On the contrary, you should be glad to meet me tonight. According to your original plan, even if you can hide from the supervisor, it will be difficult for you to slip out of the gate under the guard's eyes. Even if you finally get away from the gate, there are almost all kinds of plantations in that area, and your appearance is too conspicuous to escape."

The black Gladiator didn't give up his vigilance and said coldly, "so is this the way you release your kindness, pointing a gun at me?"

Zhang Heng was relieved to hear the black gladiators speak. What he worried most was that the former could not speak English, because unlike the black slaves who were maids, the black slaves who were trained as gladiators did not need to master too many words. Their masters only needed them to show their brutality, so they would not spend much time learning the local language.

At that time, almost every tribe in Africa had its own native language, and there was often no normal communication between tribes. If the black gladiators could only speak their own language, it would be very difficult for them to communicate.

"I've seen what your arms can do before, and I don't want to be strangled yet." Zhang Heng said, "whether you believe it or not, it's just an accident that I saved you. I didn't intend to plot anything from you. I originally intended to let you go after you were treated, but I'm a little worried that you will break the neck of the doctor who treated you later, so I have to talk with you in advance."

"We may come from backward places, but we are not beasts." The black Gladiator replied, slightly less hostile in his eyes.

"Sorry." Zhang Heng put away the short musket in his hand, "in a word, you are free now. You can choose to stay and let the doctor treat the wound for you. If you are in a hurry to leave, the door is always open."

Zhang Heng didn't lie. It was only by chance that he saved the black Gladiator. Although he saw the latter's purpose of escaping from the manor, it had nothing to do with him. At the beginning, he didn't plan to intervene. When he left, he happened to meet the latter who was being buried, so he helped him.

The black Gladiator was still full of doubt when he looked at Zhang Heng. He stood up and walked to the door, but the latter was still silent behind him.

Zhang Heng didn't even pay attention to the direction he left, but after a few minutes, the figure of the black Gladiator came back from the darkness."Lakutua."

"Oh, is that your name?"

"No, that's the name of the man I killed today. He is the strongest warrior in our tribe and my best friend."

Zhang Heng picks his eyebrows and looks surprised for the first time tonight. "Is he also a participant in your escape plan?"

The black Gladiator nodded, and a thick sadness appeared on his face. "Yes, the biggest difficulty of this plan is to control the injury. I must make my injury look serious enough, but not really let me die. It's hard to hold the middle line. If the person I fight with tonight is not lakutua, I may be killed directly I've been beaten to death. I can't wait for the chance to turn defeat into victory. "

"Who on earth are you?" Zhang Heng can't help but raise a little curiosity, which can not only affect the heartstrings of many maiden slaves, but also let the warriors in the tribe die for him, and other people are also cooperating with his escape plan.

"My name is raeli. I come from a large tribe of tens of thousands of people. My father is the chief of the tribe. However, since those crafty slave traders came to my hometown, they have completely changed our lives."

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