By half-past six, I had dragged every tile in the toilet three times, and still hadn't figured out how to slaughter Barrow and still get out of it. It was like a stone in his chest, and it was terrible.

If I could light a cigarette at this moment, my mind might be much clearer. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of cigarettes. I actually quit like this, is this a gain?

"Hey, I knew you were still here. Barrow interrupted my reverie by resting his hand on the doorframe, "Remember, boy, I said I would come back to you." ”

Looking at the clean ground, Barrow said fiercely, "I may have to clean it up later, my little piggy." ”

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when I looked out the dark window and listened to the sound of the cold wind hitting the window. Since you've delivered it to the door, you're welcome, Mr. Barrow!

"Mr. Barrow, I don't know what I've done wrong?" I looked calmly into Barrow's eyes. These green eyes were full of excitement, or rather pleasure.

I've been here for so long, and I've been back down for a long time. This time, I had to be myself again. Hey, maybe I won't be able to escape after killing you, and maybe I'll be buried under a tree.

But Barrow, you're dead.

I've watched all the overseers here, and none of them have been professionally trained, except for the pistol at their waists, which makes me fearful. If it's in the ring, no one can stop me for a round. Without the gloves and rules, I'd love to see how long my Mr. Barrow can hold up before he dies!

My composure surprised Barrow, but he still walked up step by step as proudly as before, and kept shaking the whip in his hand: "You're not wrong, it's just that my whip is itchy, hehe, I can't help but need your flesh to stop the itch." If it hurts, you can scream, and then I'll find it more interesting. Don't worry, there will be no one in there when I come, and no one will hear your wailing, hahaha. ”

Barrow's laughter echoed in the empty restroom, and it was particularly cruel.

Dead pervert, I'll let you run rampant. I was afraid to stare at Barrow and sneered.

Five-step, four-step, three-step。。。。。。。 I silently calculated the distance between us, and began the countdown to Barrow's death. At this moment, I have no fear in my heart, just like Barrow!

"Let me see how many lashes you Chinese bones can hold me up. Barrow's right hand was raised high, and as he had done before, he raised his long whip and swung it.

Thank you for the time you left me, Mr. Barrow. In the face of this Barrow's middle door wide open, I rushed out like a leopard after a long time of accumulation. Anger was like a fire, burning my eyes red.

A left-handed uppercut, from the bottom up, without any hindrance, passed through Barrow's arms and landed firmly on Barrow's jaw. This time, with the power of mental calculation and unintentionality, including anger, I knocked down Barrow's body of more than 200 catties at once.

This punch completely blinded Barrow, he never imagined how a Chinese lamb who had always been submissive would suddenly burst out with so much power.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Barrow, it might be a little painful down there. But I'll allow you to scream, because that's how I'm excited. That's fun, isn't it?" I looked at my fists and breathed a sigh of relief.

"You dead pig!" Barrow, who reacted, waved his whip again in a vain attempt to force me back and get myself up, thinking that as long as he stood up, my emaciated Chinese (Harmony) pig would not be his opponent.

As you wish, Mr. Barrow. I turned to the side, let go of the whip, and waited for Barrow to stand up.

Like a cat teasing a mouse, I watched Barrow's every move, ready to take him down again.

"Okay?" I looked at Barrow as he stood up, a smile on my lips, and I stepped forward and unleashed a straight right hand with my left hand.

This punch of mine, even our Chinese national player Lu Bingtao has to back down, are you afraid?

The moment my fist touched Barrow's fat belly, I felt my entire waist shake. Yes, I used all my strength in this punch to penetrate the power without reservation.

"Uh!" Barrow bent down and fell to his knees like a shrimp, spitting out.

The filthy vomit made a mess of the clean floor, and the smell in the air was even more turbid and weird.

"You pig!" Barrow finally began to pull the Browning from his waist, and without self-confidence, he could only rely on this last support.

I'm sorry, Mr. Barrow, I'm not a pig in your mouth!

I had already taken precautions and threw a powerful low kick straight at Barrow's head, and Barrow, who was kneeling on the ground, had nowhere to escape.

Another thump. Barrow finally lay down, blood spitting from his mouth, and no longer had the strength to resist. The already round face looks even more graceful when it passes by my legs.

Picking up the gun that had fallen on the ground, I casually threw it aside, crouched in front of Barrow, and gently slapped Barrow in the face: "Are you still awake? Mr. Barrow." ”

"What do you want to do?" Barrow was already slurring his words, maybe I just knocked out Barrow's teeth with one leg, anyway, now Barrow is full of blood.

"Do you believe I'm going to kill you?" I squeezed out a smile at Barrow, which I knew must be ugly, "Can you believe it, a pig you've been abusing so often is about to kill you." ”

"You can't kill me, you can't run away if you kill me. Barrow's eyes were full of horror.

I often see such eyes in the eyes of our Chinese compatriots.

But Barrow's eyes actually gave me a strange pleasure. It's hard to describe, but it makes every pore of your life feel soothing.

"Thank you for your merciful concern, I just asked, do you believe I'm going to kill you soon?" I reached out and grabbed Barrow's neck.

I don't know why I'm doing this at this moment, but I'm enjoying the way I'm doing. I just want to see Barrow, the overseer who likes to bully me, wagging his tail and begging in front of me.

Or rather, in a cat-and-mouse game, I want to be a cat!

"You can't kill me!" the instinct for survival drove Barrow to use his last strength to break my iron pincer-like hand.

"I just ask you if you believe it or not, I'll kill you right now!" I frowned, my tone grim.

"I believe it. Barrow avoided my eyes, "Please let me go." ”

"Are you afraid of death?" I let go of my hand and started smashing my fist down again, looking at Barrow's swollen face, "Let go of your voice and scream, I want to hear you scream now!"

One, two, three。。。。。。 Against Barrow's stomach, I let out my emotions to the fullest. Barrow's voice grew quieter, my fists grew stronger, but tears blurred my eyes.

"That's enough!" a large hand grabbed my wrist and stopped me from thrashing, "If you keep fighting, he'll die." ”

Archie, who was dressed in sportswear, stopped by my side at some point, looked at me and frowned slightly, "Sometimes, living is more painful than dying, and dying is a relief, so you just let him live reluctantly, right?"

Death is a relief.

Archie's words made me let go of my fist and think about everything in "hell", maybe it would really be a relief for me to die.

"I'm not going to let you die, though. Archie seemed to have guessed what I was thinking, and patted me on the shoulder, "I want to see how you live." So you can rest assured about today's affairs, and no one will ask about it tomorrow. ”

"Why do you want to help me?" I have always been puzzled about this Archie, and I have asked many old handymen, only to know that Archie is a coach with fighters, and his status may be very high, and he often has the opportunity to drink tea with the commander of the training camp.

"Help you?" Archie raised his voice, "Hehe, I hope you won't kill me in the future." ”

Archie's words baffled me.

"Remember if you still owe me a boxing fight?" Archie pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and handed it to me, "so cherish your little life." ”

I was not polite, took the cigarette and put it in my mouth, took the lighter handed over by Archie and lit it, a long-lost feeling in my heart, so refreshing.

Picking up Barrow, who was gradually sobering up, Archie looked at the filth on the ground: "Looks like you still have to clean this toilet." ”

Take a deep puff of cigarette, and your mind is clear as if it has been opened. But I never figured out, Archie, who are you, and what do you want me to do?

The anger in my heart dissipated with the flickering light and darkness of the cigarette butt.