My barbed words made many people behind Hassan intend to kill me, but Hassan remained calm and cold as always, gently raising his index finger.
Immediately, the executioner raised the Khyber knife.
Li Handong tightened his eyes and stepped forward without hesitation to stop him, but was grabbed by Di Laowu. He shook his head with pain on his face.
Li Handong wiped Di Laowu's hand away, and shouted with determination: "Hassan..."
Snapped!
I slapped Li Handong on the face and knocked him to the ground, causing his nose to bleed.
"Did I ask you to speak?"
"No rules!"
I scolded Li Handong coldly, and I apologized coldly to Hassan: "I'm sorry, Sir Hassan. My people don't know etiquette. I made you laugh."
As I said that, I put my foot on Li Handong's abdomen again and knocked him away two meters away.
Hassan glanced sideways at Li Handong, his pursed lips tilted up, and he shouted in a conspiratorial manner: "I admire your way of running an army."
"But that's not the answer I want."
The biting wind picked up again. I stared at Hassan and said calmly: "This person is an employee of our Fangzhou."
"His name is Zeng Tiantian!"
"Are you satisfied now? Sir Hassan."
Time suddenly froze.
The executioner's long knife hovered in mid-air.
The moment I called Zeng Tiantian's name, Li Handong was stunned and forgot about his nosebleed.
Di Laowu's pupils shrank to the size of a needle's eye, revealing an expression of impossible horror.
Hassan frowned, waving his fingers indifferently.
Immediately, the executioner raised his long knife, and the blade stabbed the middle-aged compatriot's cheek flatly.
"don't want!"
Li Handong, who had always been as calm as a mountain, screamed in pain and rushed forward, but was stopped by several men in black on the way.
Li Handong still wanted to struggle but was hit by several gun butts. His head was covered in blood and he was dragged aside.
Just as everyone was dying, the executioner twisted his wrist, and the sharp blade immediately cut off the sealing tape of the middle-aged compatriots.
The executioner then pinched the middle-aged compatriot's neck mercilessly and pulled out a bloody human bone from the middle-aged compatriot's mouth.
This scene made everyone feel terrified.
Li Handong struggled to get up, but when he was about to scream, he was hit in the mouth with a rifle butt, causing blood to flow.
At this time, no one on the Chinese side dared to speak anymore.
After the executioner pulled off the sealing tape of the middle-aged compatriot, he ruthlessly pulled the middle-aged compatriot's hair back with one hand.
"Tell me. Who is he?"
The translator approached the middle-aged compatriot and asked ferociously.
The middle-aged compatriots kneeling on the ground were still covered, unable to see anything.
After listening to the translation, the middle-aged compatriots breathed hard, struggled with their Adam's apple and screamed out words that were a hundred times more unpleasant than ghost cries.
"He is a child teacher!"
"Fangzhou... we, Fangzhou... are the sword holders."
"The tenth, the sword bearer!"
The translator slowly raised his head and looked at me, with a fierce look on his face but also helpless and unwilling to report to Hassan.
In an instant, Hassan’s face fell!
After about ten seconds, Hassan waved heavily.
The translator kicked Zeng Tiantian to the ground and gave me the most vicious blow. He turned around and shouted, "There's another one. Bring me up."
I stepped forward quickly and grabbed the executioner with my right hand.
The executioner raised the Khyber knife with his backhand, and the blade with the broken hair was slicing towards me.
Ignoring the risk of my fingers being cut off, I kicked the executioner on the knee, grabbed his wrist and twisted it.
Seize the Khyber sword and cut off the shackles of the hands and feet of the middle-aged compatriots.
He ripped off his middle-aged compatriot's blindfold and shouted in a deep voice: "Have you completed the task I gave you?".Ь.
The middle-aged compatriot raised his head and glanced at me. The look of shock and horror in his eyes flashed away. Then he immediately lowered his head and reported in a trembling voice: "Report to the sword holder, the mission... is completed."
The middle-aged compatriot in front of me, who calls me the sword holder, is named Zeng Tiantian.
On the deck of the aircraft carrier that day, Zeng Tiantian and Yu Muhua met with me.
"Zeng Tiantian."
"arrive!"
"Stand up if you can't die!"
"Follow me home!" Zeng looked up at me every day. There were endless emotions in his swollen, bloodshot eyes. The most piercing words came out of his throat, and he twisted his body with all his strength. He struggled to move his body.
In front of everyone, Zeng Tiantian bit his lip with his teeth and slowly straightened his body inch by inch.
A towering and majestic mountain rises from the ground and pierces the sky.
Many people at the scene showed admiration.
In an instant, everyone in China was filled with tears and their eyes were red.
"Enter the queue!"
I spoke lightly and looked directly at Hassan: "Your Excellency Hassan. Have I passed your test?"
This most indignant question from the top of my heart came out from between my teeth. Zama and the others lowered their heads in shame.
But Hassan didn't feel any strange. His sinister eyes penetrated my head and shot straight ahead.
"Your Excellency, Master Tong. This time, I want to change the test method."
Hassan's tone was as cold as ever, cold to the bone.
"Follow your orders."
Even though Zeng and I called each other's names accurately every day, Hassan still didn't believe me and chose to continue testing me.
Another so-called test method is to cover my eyes and a mask and let the last fellow hostage recognize me.
This is the final test!
It is also a life and death test.
It was a one-in-a-million chance that Zeng and I met each other every day. Not only did he and I escape the murder, but Li Handong and others also escaped from death.
This one-in-a-million chance alone has exhausted all the luck we all had in this life.
but!
There is a fellow hostage below.
The God of Death appeared in countless clones and stood behind everyone, raising his sickle!
The temple door opened again, and another compatriot in black robe was brought to me.
The rustling sound came, like thunder hitting the tip of my heart.
"Who is this guy?"
