Eighty-fourth bowl of soup (5)
"Owen! Owen!"
"Owen, come here! Otherwise, you will suffer!"
"Owen—"
Even in the kitchen, Qing Huan could still hear the disgusting voices outside. As she cut the vegetables, she seemed to regard the meat on the chopping board as the scum outside. He shouldn't have gone out just now, at least... shouldn't have heard those words. Owen has always been the most outgoing and outgoing character on the ship. No one can imagine what kind of horrible things he has experienced.
It should be... a long time, right? If such scars linger in my heart for so many years.
She decided not to listen anymore, but the slave focused on lunch. If everyone had to eat a double portion as Nick said, then the rice cooked now must not be enough, and another pot needs to be cooked. But if I cook the rice again, the pot will be gone. How about making pancakes and steaming some rice cakes? There is still time. She has already prepared the ingredients and so on. It was originally intended to be dinner, but now I can only make it ahead of time.
On the deck, except for Nick who was holding a weapon, the other three were unarmed. This made the men on the opposite boat burst into laughter: "Look, they are going to fight us with their fists!"
"It's so ridiculous, do you really think you can beat us?" Not to mention the suppression in height, they are dozens of times more than them in terms of numbers alone! There are more than two hundred people on their ship! Even with one punch, these ignorant boys can be killed!
But of course they are reluctant. After all, there are few women in the sea, and most of the men are big and three rough. If they can give birth to such a delicate and good-looking one, they will feel sorry for themselves if they don't use it as a woman.
Nick's smile was fleeting: "The guy who doesn't know how to live or die."
"It's funny." Owen suddenly put away the darkness around him, and raised his head to show a happy smile. "It will be more beautiful if you die with a smile."
Then they didn't even see how the other party acted, including the captain, the dozen or so people on the bow all fell down! Owen stepped on the captain's chest with one foot. He obviously looked much thinner than them, and was exactly the same as the boy who couldn't resist back then. And become very bright red.
Owen's smile was as gentlemanly and elegant as before. He shook his head and said helplessly, "Look, I just said that women are much more beautiful than men." Especially thinking of the beautiful and charming Miss Qing Huan, thinking of her gentle smile And that good dish—
"So." The smile disappeared, and the eyes were dark, "You go to die."
He raised his foot high, and then fell down again, only to hear the crackling sound of bones breaking, the captain's face twisted, and it turned out that the neck bone was completely crushed. Owen moved his shoulders and rolled up his shirt sleeves, "I don't like to be rough, everyone, please forgive me."
This, this is not very fond of violence? ! What if you like it? What should it look like? !
A tall young man with blue eyes and a smile walked towards them. The rest of the people backed away in fear, but were attracted by a thick smell of blood. The double-edged blades of Nick's sword were covered with blood, which was dripping down at the moment, and the blood converged into a meandering stream. Only then did they see the torn corpses behind them—all of them were dead. While staying, the other three! They have killed everyone on board! Not one left!
No, it might be said that none of their people remained, but all the slaves who were locked up at the bottom of the cabin for smuggling were released, including the woman who was hugged and rubbed by the captain at first. The slaves huddled together and did not dare to move, but there were only a few of them left, and they were surrounded by Owen and others from four directions.
Owen, who was directly in front of him, smiled again. The man on the left was flexing his muscles and cracking his fists, and the man in the oriental gown on the right was playing with a few sharp scalpels in his hands, complaining gently: " Really, the knives under me are all dirty, and I just finished maintenance not long ago."
Having said that, he quickly shot a knife at a person who secretly wanted to escape. The person screamed and fell to the ground, bleeding and convulsing continuously, but he couldn't get up again.
Behind him was Nick with countless blood on the sword. He gave Joe a cold look and said, "What kind of knife is a knife if it's not stained with blood?"
They seem to regard this place as a vegetable market, and they don't care what other people think of them. It wasn't until this moment that everyone really understood that they were serious when they said they would kill them in fifteen minutes.
"Hurry up, hurry up, it's almost time, hurry back to have lunch!" Lance shook his hands, he likes the feeling of his fists touching the flesh, each punch is very stable, but relatively, his hands will inevitably hurt, Especially when a few hard-skinned guys fell down after being punched several times.
"Forgive me! Forgive me!"
I don't know who knelt down first, and the others immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, but none of the four were moved. Nick cast his eyes on Owen, who rubbed his wrists, bent down and took out two guns from his boots. The smile on his face remained the same, as if the demon from hell just now was not him. "boom."
He imitated the sound of gunfire with his mouth, and the people on the ground were terrified like sifting chaff, but Owen laughed: "You are really timid, I remember you were not like this before."
"There's so much nonsense, hurry up and go back to eat." Nick urged impatiently.
"Yes, Captain, everything is up to you." Owen shrugged. After the gunfire, small streams of blood began to spread from the deck. He put the gun away with a smile, and jumped onto the deck. Slyly said: "I was the first to go back."
? ?
Too rambunctious? ? ? ?
Are you going to be a hands-off shopkeeper in the future? ? ? ?
Joe reacted the fastest, he quickly wiped the scalpel clean and chased after him: "Goodbye!"
Lance followed.
Nick, who was the slowest to react, froze for three seconds and cursed in a low voice.
The kitchen is already filled with steaming and fragrant meals, all of which are very oriental. After entering, Owen's eyes lit up: "Miss Qinghuan is awesome! This is really the most delicious food I have ever seen!"
Qing Huan opened the steamer, as if nothing happened, and smiled at him as if she didn't know anything: "Wash your hands quickly, and get ready to eat."
"Okay~~"
After both Lance and Joe came back, she looked behind them curiously—"Where's Nick?"
"Nick said he wasn't hungry, let's eat first," answered serious Joe.
… Really
True or not, they were all looking forward to the meal. Faced with such three pairs of staring eyes, Qing Huan really couldn't bear to refuse. When Nick came back after dealing with the rest of the people on the ship, there were only leftovers on the table.
He stood at the door of the restaurant, the low pressure was terrible. The hawk-like sharp eyes scanned the people present one by one, and drew their swords.
"Ah...Nick, you're back. I'm a little hungry, so I'm going to order dinner early, but don't worry, I've left a portion for you, so you won't be hungry!" Qing Huan hurried up to smooth things over, and pulled Nick to the dining table Take his seat and sit down, then bring out the meal reserved for him.
Owen and others stared wide-eyed: "!!!"
Only then did Nick feel complacent, he inserted the knife back, sat down, and deliberately ate slowly in front of Owen and the others. He usually devours food voraciously, but this time he slowed down, not only chewing slowly, but also deliberately provoking him. Qing Huan felt that they were about to fight, so she spoke first: "By the way, that ship..."
"It's all settled."
"Where are the other people on the boat?" Qing Huan kept thinking about the girl who was rubbed.
"There are slaves who can steer, and they can go ashore themselves." Nick didn't even look up.
"Have you dealt with it?" It was Lance who asked this time.
"Well, throw it down to feed the fish."
It's about the corpses.
The sea gives people the most gentle comfort, the craziest storm, and the most unknown existence and disappearance.
Qing Huan pretended not to hear her at all, Qiao glanced at her and said, "Don't say this in front of Miss Qing Huan."
To put it bluntly, I was worried that she would be soft and gentle, afraid of being frightened by them.
"It's okay, I don't care." She smiled, "They are not good people anyway."
It was only then that everyone remembered that she was also kidnapped and trafficked, and they should have a very bad impression of that group of people and snakes. Those people never treat slaves as human beings, they are used to being arrogant. When they went ashore, they saw a young girl with good looks, and they beat them unconscious and snatched them away. They didn't care about anything else, and threw them into the sea with countless lives on their hands. Feeding the fish is really their destiny.
After lunch, everything returned to calm again. Qing Huan did not take a nap, but sat on the deck to enjoy the wind. Nick was lying not far from her. He seemed to never get enough sleep. He seemed to be too tired in the past, so he lay down when he had time.
The sea breeze was slightly fishy. Qing Huan closed her eyes and took a deep breath. At this moment, someone sat beside her. When she opened her eyes, it was Owen.
"How did you come here?"
Owen didn't answer her, but looked into the distance: "Will Miss Qinghuan look down on me?"
"Um?"
"I said, will Miss Qing Huan look down on me?" He asked again, "I am the humble and despicable me in those people's mouth."
Qing Huan only felt a slight pain in her heart, "No."
"It's really not easy for people to live." Owen sighed, "I wronged myself, forced myself to please others, even if I ruin my body, it doesn't matter, just to survive."
"What's wrong with that?" Qing Huan followed his example and looked into the distance, neither of them looked at each other, but they were talking again. "Is it true that you have to die if you are humiliated? What's wrong with wanting to live?"