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After saying this, Zheng Fei raised his hand to feel the coolness of the sea breeze passing through his fingers, staring at the place where the sunset set, and intoxicated by the sunset on the horizon.

"Maybe. Brad lowered his head and sipped, shook the wine jug empty, paused for a moment, learned Zheng Fei's habits, and waved his arms to throw it into the sea.

The wine jug crossed a perfect curve in the air, and under the reflection of the clouds, it almost hit a migratory bird looking for a foothold, and fell into the sea dozens of meters away.

"Ha, don't say it, I feel much more comfortable after throwing things!" he showed a rare innocent smile and squeezed his eyes at Zheng Fei.

At this moment, a sailor behind him shouted softly.

"Cabin, his letter is written. ”

Zheng Fei shrugged at Brad, leaving him alone to enjoy the evening pier scenery, and turned back to the cabin.

On the table by the window sat a long letter written by William, in English and scribbled.

Zheng Fei picked it up and read it carefully, unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth, glanced at the change in William's expression, and beckoned to the two Spartan warriors standing beside him: "Hold him down." ”

The Spartan warrior was so savage and brutal that he didn't spare any emotion, grabbed William by the neck and knocked his head off the ground, pressing him to the table and unable to move.

The sudden change caught William off guard, his whole face turned red, he gasped for breath for a moment, and shouted angrily and fearfully: "I have done what you say, what else do you want?!"

Zheng Fei took the piece of paper, shook it in front of his eyes, and slammed it on the table.

"In English, are you thinking about telling me that only in English can you show your identity as William Harrison and attract the attention of the family?"

"It's true!" said William hatefully.

"Okay, let's see what this letter is about. Zheng Fei said lightly, shaking the paper that had not yet dried, revealing a heartfelt smile.

"Long live the Harrison Empire! Brothers of Constanta, I am the kidnapped William Harrison, and I have learned from Senna that you are planning an operation to rescue me......"

Hearing this, William was already in a cold sweat, his eyes rolling back and forth, and he was extremely frightened.

This letter, he did not write according to Zheng Fei's request, but clearly pointed out the cabin where he was detained, the sailors' work and rest time, the watchtower observation blind spots, etc., this is a distress letter.

If he can get out of here, in the next few years, a maximum of ten years, he will inherit the control of the Harrison family, getting at least fifty percent of the shares.

In other words, this time to help Zheng Fei hire an army of 100,000 requires tens of millions of silver coins, at least half of which is his future property, which is an astronomical amount, how could he be willing?

In two minutes, Zheng Fei finished reading the entire letter.

Zheng Fei crumpled the paper into a ball, threw it into the sea through the window, and motioned for the Spartan warrior to let go of William.

"You've studied the layout of my ship quite thoroughly, and it seems that you haven't been idle on deck before. ”

William took a deep breath, letting beads of sweat run down his cheeks, clenching his fists, his eyes dodging.

"I didn't expect you to understand English. ”

Hearing his reply, Zheng Fei smiled and clasped his fingers on the table.

"If you are a first-time offender, I will not punish you, and write a new one within ten minutes as I ask, otherwise the consequences you know. ”

As the words fell, the Spartan warrior slammed his fist into the tabletop, only to hear a crisp sound, and the table was instantly punched out of a big hole, and the room was full of sawdust, a mess.

Zheng Fei stared at the angry warrior in amazement, and moved the corners of his mouth.

"You...... What for?"

The fighters noticed that his face was wrong and scratched the back of his head: "Demonstration ......"

"My favorite table......"

The Spartan warrior would not apologize, because he had never said it, and bowed his head apologetically and grinned.

Zheng Fei glared at the snickering William and shouted angrily: "Write quickly!"

finally created a sense of oppression for William, and was destroyed by the "blow" of the warrior.

It seems that the Spartan warriors are a bit of a second-class warrior in addition to being brave and good at fighting.

On the deck, Zheng Fei suddenly wanted to drink beer, so he went to the warehouse to get some of it, and poured half a cup with the foamy liquid on his neck.

That's it, let's take a break in the busy.

Brad was still where he was, with his back to the sailors who were sitting on the deck drinking, chatting and playing cards, thinking about something.

The sailors did not dare to approach this notorious fellow, well, it is not appropriate to use the notorious, Brad's fame is based on people's fear, not disgust.

Inadvertently, Zheng Fei glanced at the watchtower and saw primitive people on it, observing everything on the dock like a monkey-like probe, full of curiosity.

"Hey, Captain. Ares strode up, glanced up at his gaze, and saw the figure of the primitive, with a look of confusion and awe in his eyes.

"It's unbelievable that he actually killed John Cena with one punch. ”

"yes. Zheng Fei took a deep breath, faintly, and a little worry welled up in his heart.

"I'd love to know, who is stronger, he or the Spartan warrior?" Ares pouted with interest, as if looking forward to seeing a duel between the two.

After thinking for a moment, Zheng Fei frowned slightly, turned his gaze to the sea and Yunxia, and saw Brad's back by the way.

"Sparta, they are a group of perfect warriors born by nature, they are eager to fight and they can only fight, they are dead soldiers on the frontal battlefield, they have the belief that if they do not win, they will fight to the death. As for the primitive man, he has dazzling agility, can freely walk between cliffs, and fight with fierce beasts all year round to survive. ”

Speaking of this, Zheng Fei paused.

"So, he's fit to be an assassin?" Ares replied, listening to the analysis of primitive people.

Zheng Fei raised his head and drank the remaining half of the beer, his eyes solemn and serious.

"No, he's a monster. ”

Monster.

Perhaps, this is the most suitable word for primitive people.

When he was in Venice, William was crushed by his neck and crushed by him, and out of a desire to survive when he was dying, he picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground and plunged it into his back while he was unprepared.

With such a wound, if ordinary people were afraid that they would have died a long time ago, the primitive man miraculously survived, and it only took more than a month for the wound to basically heal.

He is a complete monster, and in the future, he is destined to make a lot of waves. (To be continued.) )