Chapter 165 Escape Plan

The carriage drove into Nassau at night, 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 vacant 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 not too long before they left.

Afterwards, Zhang Heng returned to Marvin's room. The black gladiator closed his eyes and lay motionless on the bed, no different from when he was buried in the earth pit. Can't help but suspect that he is dead, the blood on his face has now clotted into a lump, and it looks even more hideous.

Zhang Heng moved a chair and sat down beside the bed, then said, "I have to admit, you are indeed very talented in faking coma."

After his words fell, there was no response in the hut. 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. There are some black slave girls who are very nervous when you are attacked. At first I thought they were worried about their own people, but then I found that when you hit back the opponent, their expressions 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 and beaten, they showed a look of unbearable, but there seemed to be a faint expectation. Their looks made me a little Confused, until later when everyone thought you were dead, you suddenly turned the tables and killed your opponents under almost impossible circumstances, and they didn't look very surprised, which also made me unable to help giving birth Just a thought—did they already know this was going to happen?"

Zhang Heng paused, "The battle that took place on the stage tonight was actually well-arranged by you. You wanted to escape from that manor, so you chose to conceal your strength and suffered so much pain on purpose during the battle. Serious injuries, because you know how they used to deal with those worthless wounded, and the two people who buried you under the coffee tree were obviously your companions, so when I bought you they It will appear a little at a loss, because this is different from what you planned."

This time, when Zhang Heng's voice fell again, the black gladiator who looked extremely weak on the bed finally responded. He jumped up, without any warning, and suddenly rushed towards Zhang Heng beside him. It was about to strangle the latter's throat.

However, at the next moment, his movements abruptly stopped 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 from the supervisor, it will be difficult for you to slip out of the gate from under the nose of the guard, and even if you get away with it After leaving the gate, the area is almost full of plantations, and your appearance is too conspicuous, so you can't escape far at all."

Hearing the words, the black gladiator did not give up his vigilance, and said coldly, "So this is how you show your kindness, pointing a gun at me?"

Hearing the black gladiator speak, Zhang Heng also heaved a sigh of relief. What he was most worried about was that the former could not speak English, because unlike the black female slaves who were handmaidens, the black slaves who were trained to be gladiators did not need to master too many skills. Vocabulary, their masters only need them to show their animal nature, so they often don't bother to let them learn the local language.

At this time, almost every tribe in Africa had its own native language, and it was often impossible for tribes to communicate normally. If the black gladiators only knew the language of their own tribe, it would be very difficult for the two sides to communicate.

"I've seen what your arms can do before, and I don't want to be strangled for the time being." Zhang Heng said, "Whether you believe it or not, it was just a coincidence that I saved you, and I didn't intend to plot against 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 later, so I had to chat with you in advance."

"We may come from backward places, but we are not beasts," replied the black gladiator, the hostility in his eyes lessened a little.

"Sorry." Zhang Heng put away the short musket in his hand. "In short, 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 didn't lie. He saved 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 didn't have anything to do with it in the first place. He planned, until he happened to meet the latter being buried when he left, so he helped the other party.

The black gladiator still looked suspiciously at Zhang Heng. 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, but after a few minutes, the figure of the black gladiator came back from the darkness.

"Rakutua."

"Oh, is that your name?"

"No, this is the name of the man I killed today. He is the strongest warrior in 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 injuries. I must make my injuries look serious enough, but not really make people feel sick. If I die, the boundary between them is difficult to grasp, if the person fighting me tonight is not Rakutua, I may be killed directly, and I will not wait 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 other people 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 been completely changed."