"Don't dare to lie down, then get out!" Zheng Fei can't see this kind of wretchedness, he has no courage and insists on being strong.

People whispered and pointed at Field, probably saying that someone finally had someone to deal with this arrogant young master.

Fleeing in front of so many people, Field didn't dare to think how humiliating it would be, he simply gritted his teeth and jumped on the pool table to lie down.

"Come!" he shouted as he closed his eyes, his face extremely ugly, cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and his fingers clenched at the edge of the table.

He didn't believe that Zheng Fei could really do it, because he had never come into contact with someone with blood debts on his hands.

Well, it's just his self-consolation.

To be honest, Zheng Fei didn't expect him to dare to lie down, smiled appreciatively, and said, "Take off your shirt." ”

Field complied, and then he saw Zheng Fei go and get some hemp rope and tie his hands and feet to the table legs, feeling a kind of tearing.

"Why did you tie me up?" Muttered Field.

"It's so easy to stab and won't let your blood spill on me. Zheng Feipi smiled and said with a smile, the killing intent was fleeting in his pupils.

Hearing this, Field's newly mustered courage suddenly leaked a lot, and he sniffed uneasily.

Next, Zheng Fei picked up the shirt he had taken off, smiled weirdly, covered his face, and then stuffed two balls of cotton into his ears and gagged his mouth.

I do this from personal experience.

In his second year of training with the Foreign Legion, he slid down a hill during a mission and fell and was lucky enough to break two ribs.

Later, he was sent to the field hospital for surgery, which required general anesthesia, and he was not panicked at all before the operation.

Lying on the operating table, surrounded by blinding white lights, the doctors immobilized his hands and feet, comforting him, saying, "Don't be nervous. ”

"I'm not nervous. He remembered replying, and seemed to smile at the time.

And when the doctors covered his head with nylon cloth, he couldn't laugh at all, his eyes were dark, and gradually an inexplicable panic rose in his heart, wanting to move and change his position, but his hands and feet were fixed and he couldn't move, and the whole person was like a lamb to be slaughtered, just waiting for a sharp scalpel to cut through his body.

Fortunately, the anesthetic made him unconscious and saved him from his fear, an experience he still remembers vividly, and he believed that he was definitely a brave warrior, even he was afraid of himself, and Field had no reason not to be afraid.

When a person is robbed of his physical freedom, sight and hearing at the same time, the most primitive fears hidden in the heart are awakened, even if this person is the most tenacious special forces, who have long been trained to be a warrior from hell.

After Zheng Fei covered Field's face, he calmly inserted the knife back into the scabbard, and then quickly pulled it out, the sound of the blade coming out of the sheath had a terrifying power.

In the silent hall, only Field's rapid and restless gasps could be heard, and everyone silently held their breath, waiting to see if Zheng Fei could really do it.

No one came out to stop it, in medieval Europe, in the faith of the people, the warrior was the most worthy of respect, and as for the coward, it was not a pity to die.

It may sound cruel, but Europeans love to watch this kind of contest, and it can even be said that they love it, otherwise there would be no Colosseum.

Zheng Fei paused for two minutes to make Field's panic brew more, and then he removed the cotton from Field's ear and slashed it on the table with a dagger against the guy's ear, which was terrifying.

Field began to writhe, trying to break free.

"It's all dead knots, and you can't break it. With that, Zheng Fei put the knife in front of his nose and let him smell the blood, and then pointed the tip of the knife in front of his heart.

"God, forgive me. Zheng Fei sighed and muttered.

At this time, Field, who was already on the verge of despair, could no longer care about his face, and struggled desperately to writhe, and his gagged mouth made a muttering sound, wanting to say something.

Seeing his reaction, Zheng Fei smiled, shrugged his shoulders to the surrounding spectators, threw away the dagger and came to the sofa, and sat down next to Lina.

The outcome of this gamble was already obvious, and both as a butcher and a lamb, Field's total loss.

The bodyguards helped Field loosen his bonds, and Field, who had regained his sight, accepted the scorn of the people, hung his head and fled without stopping for a moment, and when he decided to throw in the towel, he had already planned to move out of the port of Barcelona.

After a brief hiccup, the hall regained its previous ambiguity, and the men continued to crane their necks to search for beautiful women to talk to, and the beautiful women also leaned lazily on the sofa and eye-to-eyed them.

"You're brave. Lina whispered to Zheng Fei and blinked.

"Thank you for the compliment~" Zheng Fei leaned in with her, staring at her strange and familiar beautiful face, unconsciously recalling that year's ball, that year's Champs-Élysées, and that year's Seine, and that year's Seine, and a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes again.

However, before he could express this tenderness, he was tucked back by Lina.

"I'm going home, I have guests at home today. She smiled and got up.

"Oh~" He replied with some disappointment, and smiled reluctantly.

"Will you come back tomorrow?"

"No, I have a lot of things to deal with. ”

He didn't tell the truth that he would leave Hong Kong tonight, after all, she was Alonso's daughter.

"Well, nice to meet you. After saying that, she walked away without even letting him shake her hand.

He stared at the charming back for a long time, smiled and said to himself: "Unique woman." ”

There is a simple and crude but philosophical saying: what you can't get is always in turmoil.

After drinking a glass of red wine, Zheng flew into the room, where Betsy was lying on the bed wiping her long wet hair.

"Why has it been so long?" said Betsy.

"Delayed by a guy for a while. He pursed his lips and looked at her seductive and criminal beauty, but for some reason, he couldn't even arouse the slightest interest.

His mind was on Lina.

"Hey, what are you thinking, your eyes are so confused. Betsy pouted, offering to give him an affectionate kiss.

Feeling her breath, he closed his eyes slightly, thinking: this is not Becky, this is Lina.

Pick her up and get to bed.

Night, in front of the small hotel.

Finally hugged Betsy once, Zheng Fei left without looking back, he didn't love this girl, but he will always remember her.

The night scene of Barcelona is still so harmonious and serene, the old man walking his dog on the street corner, the alcoholic who is carrying wine bottles all over the street, and the homeless man who is tired of moving his nest, one by one meets Zheng Fei's eyes, but no one can keep his hurried footsteps.

Soon, the port arrived.