Chapter 1134

At this point, galliardini pauses for a moment and looks around with the quick residual light from the corner of his eyes. Unfortunately, it seems that the person who asked him questions in the room does not exist at all. He can't find this person there, so he is full of disappointment, He gritted his teeth and continued, "I've seen the process of hiding wine in wood when I was on a warehouse vigil."

"At that time, Marat Grigorian was very respectful to an old man with a bodyguard. He was Sir Ferguson, so I think it might have something to do with the Ferguson family in florino."

After that, galliardini was very frightened, and his face also reflected a little despair. He knew that his boss, Marat Gregorian, and the possible emissary behind the scenes, Sir Alex Ferguson, would be OK once his words were exposed, but he was galliardini, a small warehouse night watchman, But it's bound to be bad luck············

In desperation, galliardini is also waiting, the low voice, what will continue to ask, and in the full let galliardini wait for three minutes, the voice continued to ring.

"Good, galliardini. Your honesty has won you a day. I'll see you tomorrow!"

After that, without waiting for gallialdini to react, the voice never sounded again in the room. When gallialdini was full of wishful thinking, he did not know whether it was a reward. The strong man who was fierce at first returned to the dark room. The strong man first untied gallialdini, Put him down from the stake, and then give him a bowl of white water, and two black bread.

Seeing the appearance of food and water, gallialdini's eyes immediately glowed green, but he didn't care about anything else. He just grabbed his face and gobbled it up. When he first woke up, his whole body was covered with fear. In his heart, except for fear, he was sad, and he didn't know he was hungry at all. But now his attention is not so focused, and his body is relaxed, The feeling of hunger hit him immediately.

After eating a black bread, the hunger in his body was relieved. Gallialdini slowed down his eating speed and began to chew it slowly. After a few seconds, he seemed to be aware of something. He stopped eating and stared at the bread in his hand

Looking at the black bread, gallialdini, you can be more sure, The people who kidnapped him here are not flocino's gangs!

The reason is very simple. As the staple food of the world's class income people, it's not easy to digest. To eat a piece of black bread that can last for a long time is the food that galliardini eats 40 or 50 times a month. He is very familiar with such food. Now this strong man gives him black bread, although it's not the same as the black bread he usually eats, They are all called black bread, and their appearance is not very different.

However, after eating this kind of food in his mouth, galialdini can clearly feel that the black noodles he eats now are much better than the black bread he usually buys at the street bread stand with his poor salary. The texture is much softer and the impurities in the bread are much less, The taste is also a touch more sweet········

Galliardini was sure that the black bread he was eating now would cost at least one penny at his street bread stand, which meant that the food the strong man gave him was worth at least two pence!

In flosinone, it's not uncommon for gangsters to capture him. After being captured by gangsters, it's even more common to be tortured to death. So it's good to have a mouthful of corn paste to eat after being captured, not to mention black bread. But gallialdini has never heard of that gangster capturing him, Even if they can give two pence for a meal, the gang's own little leader may not get the same treatment for a meal.

It can be inferred that the person who arrested him now is definitely not a gangster, but a more powerful and wealthy person or organization than the gangster!

The strong man who is watching galliardini eat is dazed to see that galliardini looks at the bread in his hand. He doesn't know what he is thinking. His eyebrows just wrinkle. Noticing the change of the strong man's look, galliardini immediately gets nervous again, for fear that the strong man will snatch back the soft black bread from his hand, Without hesitation, he immediately ate all the bread in his hand, and then drank up the bowl of white water.

Having enough to eat and drink, galliardini subconsciously stretched himself, but he didn't finish his stretch. The fierce man standing next to him pushed him back to the stake with a big hand and tried to tie him up.

Because he could feel the explosive force contained in the muscle of this strong man, the lame one legged gallialdini knew that if he did anything, he would end up very miserable. So he was very wise and did not choose to resist. He obediently let the strong man tie his limbs with a rope.After binding his limbs, the strong man wanted to put the rag back into gallialdini's mouth again. But this time, he had enough of it. Gallialdini, whose mouth was blocked, gave up. He begged to the strong man: "for the sake of storm goddess, I will be very quiet. I won't say anything, Please, brother, don't let me bite the rag any more

When gallialdini said "storm goddess", this fierce looking man's eyes flashed a different color, and the action of putting a rag on gallialdini's mouth also stopped.

"Are you a believer in the storm goddess?" After a moment's hesitation, the strong man for the first time asked gallialdini:

Hearing the strong man's rhetorical question, the quick minded galialdini immediately knew that there was a play in his heart. Although he didn't know why the strong man would ask himself this question, in order not to be blocked by dirty rags again, He nodded his head and said:

"Of course, not only am I a believer of the storm goddess, but my whole family is also a believer of the storm goddess. When I was born, I went to our church and was baptized by the priest of the storm church. Although I have an average income these years, I go to the Church of the storm church every week to pray, I am the most devout believer of storm goddess