Hearing this, Bo Yahe didn't raise his head, he still lowered his head and slowly cut the steak with a knife, and the steak cut was still bloody, just like his eyes at this time, with a trace of blood.

Boyach was unwilling to treat his stomach badly at any time, and he also did not like to be interrupted by others at any time.

However, before Boyah's knife could cut the steak, he suddenly felt a black in front of him, and then an oppressive force came down from the top.

Boyah's heart was shocked, and he hurriedly raised his foot and kicked the table, trying to avoid the black weight that pressed down on the top, but he was still a step too late.

"Bang!" there was a loud sound, and the black weight weighed heavily on his body, but it was a black man like him.

The chair under him couldn't bear the weight of the two men at all, and there was a "boom" sound, and the shelves suddenly fell apart.

As soon as the chair fell apart, Boyah was completely crushed to the ground, and a black face stared at him with a pair of black and white frightened eyes.

"Samba!" Boyah screamed the name of the personal guard pressing on him, reaching out to push him away.

But before he could push Samba away, a young white face that contrasted sharply with their black skin came into view.

If it were before, Boyah would definitely disdain such a little white face, thinking that such a man was a girl compared to a burly and tall African black bull like him, but at this moment, a trace of panic flashed in Boyah's eyes.

Because Samba was the master he had chosen from among the pirates, he was strong and accurate in marksmanship, but at this time he was pressing on him like a dead pig.

"Chinese boy, I admire your courage. But don't you think it's stupid to do that? There are at least fifty guns just outside this room, and I think they won't mind beating you into a hornet's nest if you move me. Although Boyah was a little flustered, he was ruthless after all, and the pirate leader who had seen blood did not mess up. Although the person was still pressed to the ground, the broken English tone he spoke was very tough.

"Oh, fifty guns! Not bad! Or you try to scream." Dr. Zhang Weidong graduated, and his English was naturally not much worse, and when he heard this, a cold light flashed in his dark eyes, and he stepped on Boyah's face with one foot, and casually played with a stainless steel table knife that flashed cold and cold light in the afterglow of the sunset, and said lightly, "Okay, young man from China, you have won." I know you're coming for those Chinese, and I promise you to let them go immediately. Bo Yahe didn't know why, as soon as he saw Zhang Weidong's breezy little white face, a chill broke out uncontrollably in his heart and immediately shouted.

"I can't see it, but you're a person who knows the times. Unfortunately, I am not satisfied with your answer. Zhang Weidong said and rubbed Boyah's face a few times.

Although Zhang Weidong pitied the suffering of the Somali people, he did not have the slightest hint of concern for a murderous pirate leader like Boyah. If he hadn't taken into account that even if he killed Boyah, even if he uprooted the entire "Puntland Guard" and even the entire Somali pirates, as long as the domestic political situation in Somalia remained unchanged, the Somali pirates would still emerge like grass after the spring rain, and he wouldn't mind cutting off Boyah's head with a knife now.

However, if he doesn't cut off Boyah's head, it doesn't mean that Zhang Weidong will let Boyahi live comfortably. Dare to hijack a ship of the Chinese country, dare to detain and beat the father of his student, pay a price!

Crushed by the cold soles of his shoes, Boyah felt as if the bones in his face were about to shatter, and red blood gurgled out of his snow-white teeth and onto the clean, smooth marble.

"Put down the knife!" Just as Boya He felt that all the bones in his face were about to be crushed to pieces, a slightly trembling voice suddenly sounded behind Zhang Weidong.

Behind Zhang Weidong, one of the two big-ass black girls who were still scratching their heads in front of Boyah, was holding a pistol at this time, and the black gun eye was aimed at Zhang Weidong's back.

Watching the black girl's fingers slowly pull the wrench, Boya Hepburn's face that was crushed and slightly deformed showed a hideous and terrifying smile: "Young man from China, if you don't want to die under that beautiful girl's gun right away, please move your feet first." ”

"Really?" Zhang Weidong heard this, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a sneer, and his hand moved back slightly.

Under a scream and Bo Yahe's frightened gaze, the gun in the black girl's hand suddenly took off her hand and flew towards Zhang Weidong.

"And now?" Zhang Weidong casually played with this time, no longer a dinner knife but a pistol, but his tone was still very flat.

"You, are you an Oriental wizard?" Bo Yahe watched Zhang Weidong casually play with the pistol, cold sweat finally rolled down his forehead uncontrollably, and said with a frightened expression.

"Eastern Wizard, do you still have someone like me here?" Zhang Weidong asked with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"No, no, I heard my grandmother say it when I was a child. Seeing that Zhang Weidong did not deny that he was an Oriental wizard, Bo Yahe was even more frightened.

"I just heard about it. Zhang Weidong was a little disappointed when he heard this, and finally went to Africa, but he also wanted to meet the "monks" in a foreign country.

But soon Zhang Weidong put away the little disappointment in his heart, kicked away the who was pressing on Boyah's body, and then squatted down, showed a strange smile at Boyah, and said: "Mr. Boyah, since you have heard of wizards, I think you must have heard of spells as well, and you must be happy to know its power." ”

Looking at the weird smile on Zhang Weidong's little white face, Rao is Boya He is a murderous pirate king, and at this time, the hairs stood on end, and he trembled and said: "Venerable Oriental wizard, I will promise you whatever you ask, please, to hell with that damn spell, I don't want to see its power at all!"

"yes? I think you'll love it. The smile on Zhang Weidong's face gradually retracted when he heard this, and then his fingers lightly touched him, and his mouth pretended to mumble a few words.

"Mr. Boyah, I hope you will enjoy this wonderful spell - Zhang Weidong withdrew his finger, and then slowly stood up, his face showing that strange smile again, but his gaze was cold and merciless.

A pirate king whose hands are stained with blood, even if he doesn't kill him, Zhang Weidong will never let him go so easily.

When Zhang Weidong's voice fell, Boyah's pig-like voice immediately began to sound in the restaurant.

Boyahe's black body rolled wildly on the ground, black veins on his neck, his forehead bulging, and bean-sized sweat came out of his body like rain, and in the blink of an eye, it soaked through his snow-white robe.

Looking at Boyah's painful appearance, the two black girls and Samba, who was lying on the ground like a dead pig, all had terrified expressions on their faces, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

Now Zhang Weidong's little white face is more terrifying than the demons of hell in their eyes.

Boyah's pig-like screams quickly attracted the nearby guards, and in less than half a minute, three people with QK submachine guns had already rushed in, seeing Boyah's rolling on the ground, and the dining table was in a mess, they were first startled, and then they all pointed their guns at Zhang Weidong.

Seeing this, Zhang Weidong smiled coldly, waved his hand, and the three pirate guards had not come to their senses, and the submachine guns in their hands had all flown up and landed in front of Zhang Weidong's feet.

When the three pirate guards saw this, they were all dumbfounded.

Just when the three pirate guards were dumbfounded, three more pirate guards rushed in, also pointing guns at Zhang Weidong, and of course the fate was the same.

"Mr. Boyah, your men are very rude! I think the next time someone puts a gun at my head, you'll have to wait to roll on the ground for the rest of your life. After Zhang Weidong stepped on all the second batch of guns, he said lightly to Boyah, who was rolling on the ground.

Bo Yahe was originally tormented by the heart of ten thousand ants, but when he heard Zhang Weidong's words, he shivered stiffly, and then suddenly shouted hysterically in a hoarse voice: "Everyone go out, if anyone dares to rush in again, I will let Samba take a submachine gun and stab his **!"

The six pirates looked at the pile of scrap iron at Zhang Weidong's feet, their scalps were numb, and their hearts were pounding, and they couldn't wait to turn around and leave this place full of hellish horror, and when they heard this, they hurriedly turned around and walked out.

"Trouble closing the door. Zhang Weidong said lightly.

Hearing Zhang Weidong's words, the pirate who walked in the last place trembled, stopped abruptly, and then turned around and carefully closed the door, like a conscientious hotel waiter.

"That's pretty much it. Zhang Weidong watched the door be gently closed, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a satisfied smile.

In the past, in China, Zhang Weidong gradually lost his heart because he was afraid that his young heart would not be able to restrain the destructive power brought by his super ability, and he always carefully controlled the killing machine and anger in his heart. Over time, Zhang Weidong felt constrained. But today, in the pirate's den, Zhang Weidong found that he did not have the slightest psychological burden when he used these methods, and he had a feeling of flying birds released from the cage and flying freely under the blue sky.

When Zhang Weidong noticed this subtle change in his psychology, he was a little scared at first, but he was soon relieved.

General Tang Lao once fought bloody battlefields and killed countless people, but did he lose his nature because of this? No, because he was killing the enemy at that time, but when he faces his own countrymen today, he only has respect for life in his heart.

Now, he is facing a murderous pirate who is not his enemy, but his hands are really stained with blood, and it is very likely that there is also the blood of the Chinese people, even if the means are cruel and ruthless, why do you need to have any psychological burden?

Thinking of this, watching Boya He roll in pain under his nose, Zhang Weidong finally truly realized the pleasure brought by the life and death in his hands, at this moment he is no longer the gentle and elegant university teacher in China, most of the time he is not angry, but a real iron-blooded man! (