The carriage drove into Nassau under night cover and finally stopped in front of Zhang Heng and Annie's residence.
Zhang Heng and Billy carried the black gladiator above into the house and temporarily placed it in the empty room of the farmer's son, while Annie got out of the car halfway to find a doctor.
Billy and Zhang Heng chatted for a while, and saw that it was getting late and left early.
Afterwards, Zhang Heng returned to Malvern's room. The black gladiator closed his eyes tightly and lay motionless on the bed. It was no different from when he was buried in the pit. If it weren't for his weak breathing, it would even be disturbing. I couldn't help but suspect that he was dead. The blood on his face had now condensed into lumps, and he looked even more ferocious.
Zhang Heng moved a chair and sat down next to the bed, and then said, "I have to admit, you are indeed very talented at pretending to be comatose."
After his words fell, there was no response from the cabin. The black gladiator on the bed still had his eyes closed and fell into a coma.
"Aren't you curious how I found out?"
Zhang Heng seemed to be talking to himself, "At that time, everyone in the banquet hall was attracted by the fight between the two of you 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 every Some black slave girls will act very nervous when you are attacked. At first I thought they were worried about their fellow slaves, but then I found that their expressions would relax again when you hit your opponent back.
"So I began to realize that they were just worried about you. What's interesting is that when you were completely knocked down and beaten, they showed a look of unbearability, but there seemed to be a faint expectation. Their expressions made me a little bit Confused, until later when everyone thought you were dead, you suddenly turned defeat into victory and killed your opponents under almost impossible circumstances, but they didn't look very surprised. This also made me unable to help but feel confused. A thought came to my mind—did they already know that this would happen?”
Zhang Heng paused, "The battle that happened on the stage tonight was actually carefully choreographed by you. You wanted to escape from that manor, so you chose to conceal your strength and deliberately suffered such a heavy blow during the battle. Serious injuries, because you know how they used to deal with those worthless injuries, and the two people responsible for burying you under the coffee tree were obviously your companions, so when I spent money to buy you, they You will seem a little at a loss because this is different from what you planned."
This time when Zhang Heng's words fell again, the black gladiator who looked extremely weak on the bed finally reacted. He jumped up and without any warning, suddenly rushed towards Zhang Heng beside him, with those two huge palms He was about to grab the latter by the throat.
However, the next moment his movements stopped abruptly in mid-air because he saw the short musket in Zhang Heng's hand.
"I have no ill intentions towards you. On the contrary, you should be glad that you met me tonight. According to your original plan, even if you can hide it from the overseer, it will be difficult for you to slip out of the door under the eyes of the guard. Even if you escape by chance in the end, After leaving the gate, the area is almost full of plantations, and you look too conspicuous, so you can't escape at all."
The black gladiator did not give up his vigilance after hearing this, and said coldly, "So is this your way of releasing your kindness, pointing a gun at me?"
Zhang Heng was relieved when he heard the black gladiator speak. What he was most worried about was that the former did not know English, because unlike those black female slaves who were maids, black slaves who were trained to become gladiators did not need to master too many skills. Vocabulary, their owners only need them to show their bestiality, so they often don't bother to let them learn the local language.
At this time, almost every tribe in Africa had its own dialect, and normal communication between tribes was often impossible. If the black gladiators only knew the language of their own tribe, it would be very difficult for both parties to communicate.
"I've seen what your arms can do before, and I don't want to be choked by anyone just yet." Zhang Heng said, "Whether you believe it or not, it was just an accident that I saved you, and I didn't intend to take advantage of you." What, I originally planned to let you go after treating your injuries, but I was a little worried that you would break the neck of the doctor who treated you, so I had to talk to you in advance."
"We may come from a backward place, but we are not beasts." The black gladiator replied, the hostility in his eyes lessening slightly.
"Sorry." Zhang Heng put away the short musket in his hand, "Anyway, you are free now. You can choose to stay and let the doctor treat your wound. If you are in a hurry to leave, the door is always open."
Zhang Heng did not lie. He rescued the black gladiator just by chance. Although he saw the latter's purpose of escaping from the manor, this matter had nothing to do with him, and he had nothing to do with it at the beginning. Plan, until I happened to encounter the latter being buried when I was leaving, so I came to help him.
The black gladiator looked at Zhang Heng with doubts still in his eyes. He stood up and walked to the door, but the latter remained silent behind him.
Zhang Heng didn't even pay attention to the direction he left. However, after a few minutes, the figure of the black gladiator came back from the darkness.
"La Kutua."
"Oh, is that your name?"
"No, this is the name of the man I killed today. He is the strongest warrior of our tribe and my best friend."
Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows, showing surprise for the first time tonight, "Is he also a participant in your escape plan?"
The black gladiator nodded, with a deep sadness on his face, "Yes, the biggest difficulty in this plan is to control the injury. I have to make my injury look serious enough, but not really hurt." It's hard to grasp the line between my death and death. If the person fighting me tonight wasn't Rakutua, I might have been killed directly without waiting for the chance to turn defeat into victory."
"Who are you?" Zhang Heng couldn't help but feel a little curious. It can touch the heartstrings of many slave girls, and it can make the warriors in the tribe die for him. There are others who are also cooperating with his escape. plan.
"My name is Laeri, and I come from a large tribe with tens of thousands of people. My father is the chief of the tribe. However, since those cunning slave traders came to my hometown, our lives have completely changed."
