506.
"boom!"
The orc used his chest to resist the gigolo's hard military boots, his face grimacing in severe pain, but he used his strength to grab the saber on the side.
Now he no longer dares to look down on the gigolo who looks thin compared to him. He knows that if he doesn't use weapons, he will definitely not be an opponent with his bare hands and a butterfly knife!
The gigolo sneered in his heart. He had more than one chance to kill the orc just now, but he did not take his life.
Although the matter needs to be made big and violent enough, human life must not be involved, otherwise the matter will reach a point where it cannot be ended.
Only by mastering the scale can you achieve your goals.
The orc 'got his wish' and got the saber on the table, holding it in the palm of his hand with the sword across his chest.
He looked at the gigolo with fierce eyes, his chest was still aching, and he said viciously: "Old Pu! I'm going to kill you!"
"Hmph!" The gigolo snorted disdainfully and said, "You want to kill me? You can't just use your mouth. And if you want to kill me, you are just wishful thinking!"
Hearing his provocative words, the orc became even more angry, roared, raised his saber and slashed directly at the gigolo's head!
The blade was sharp, cold and fierce, and the orc had murderous intentions and had no mercy.
An inch longer and an inch stronger, the butterfly knife in the gigolo's hand no longer has any advantage. He didn't go forward, but pulled back!
The tip of the knife almost touched the tip of the dancer's nose and slashed down. If the dancer's movements were even half a minute slower, he would probably be shot open!
If the situation is dangerous, the dancer's expression does not change at all.
Having experienced too many lives and deaths, he has long been able to remain calm in every situation. The more dangerous the situation, the more he is able to maintain absolute calm and make the most correct judgment.
Just when the orc's old strength was gone and new strength was yet to emerge, the dancer's retreating body stopped abruptly. As soon as the sole of his foot hit the ground, a terrifying force suddenly erupted, and the body shot forward.
The toe touched the orc's wrist, and the orc screamed, feeling that his wrist bone was almost broken by the kick, and the saber flew away from his hand.
The gigolo refused to give up when he got the upper hand. He rushed up and hit his knee hard on the orc's nerve-ridden chin.
The orc's strong and huge body flew out like a kite with its string broken, directly smashing the wooden door into pieces, and his body twitched and collapsed to the ground.
The person is still unconscious.
The sound of fighting had already attracted the attention of the mercenaries in the dormitory next door. They walked out of the dormitory and saw the orc lying unconscious in the corridor.
There were sawdust from the broken wooden door scattered around him. Looking inside the dormitory, he saw Lao Pu sitting casually on the bed with a cigarette in his mouth, smoking slowly.
The gigolo didn't even raise his head and looked outside. He knew that someone would come soon, and all he had to do now was wait.
Without letting him wait too long, Scarface walked in with a gloomy face after hearing the news.
The gigolo raised his head and looked at him with a sinister expression but said nothing.
With a ferocious smile, he used a sharp dagger to cut wounds on his face. Although he didn't care about his appearance, the hatred could not be settled like this after all, but it was not the time to settle the matter yet.
Don't worry about revenge, I will have a good chat with him about 'life' and 'ideal' when the time comes.
Scarface looked at the gigolo fiercely, and after a moment he said gloomily: "What's going on? Don't you know the rules within the mercenary group that don't allow internal fighting?"
"I know!" the gigolo said calmly: "He was the one who struck first! And I had shown mercy, otherwise he would not have collapsed in a coma in the corridor, but would have turned into a cold corpse."
Hearing this, Scarface knew he could do it.
It is more difficult to knock someone unconscious than to kill someone! Moreover, it must be easy to kill the orc after he is unconscious.
"Why?"
The gigolo turned his eyes away from the scarred face in front of him, looked playfully at the mercenaries standing at the door of the dormitory watching the excitement, and said with a sneer: "I'm afraid this is not the place to talk now, right?"
Scarface didn't look back and said coldly: "Take it away!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two mercenaries with stiff faces walked in from outside.
The gigolo had seen both of them, and they were both Scarface's henchmen responsible for torture. When he first joined the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group and was tortured, these two people were also involved.
The two mercenaries who walked in were armed with live ammunition. They walked up to the gigolo and pointed their guns at his body.
Scarface walked to the door of the dormitory with a gloomy face, and glanced at the mercenaries standing in the corridor watching the excitement. The mercenaries immediately returned to their dormitories with their heads hanging down.
The gigolo stood up
, as Scarface walked out of the dormitory, the two mercenaries behind him kept their guns pressed against his back.
The gigolo is very honest, because he understands that as long as he makes a slight movement, the two people behind him will pull the trigger without hesitation.
As for the unconscious orc who fell on the ground, someone would naturally take care of him soon, so the gigolo ignored him.
As Scarface walked into the torture chamber, the gigolo sat down.
In the dark and gloomy room, Scarface sat in the dark corner, making it difficult to see any of his expressions.
"Can we talk now? What happened?"
"The thing is because the orc is unruly, and I'm afraid that he will harm me, so I want him to keep his mouth shut!" The gigolo said according to the lines he had already thought of.
"Irregular?" Scarface said, "Go into details and don't hide anything."
"Some time ago, the orcs and I went on a mission to Ludavan. According to what I wanted, we should complete the mission as soon as possible and return to the base without causing any complications. But the orcs couldn't control their lower bodies and insisted on going to the bar to play." The gigolo said calmly.
"Playing with women? Where were you when he was playing with women?" Scarface asked in a cold voice, grasping the key point.
The gigolo had already thought about asking this question, so he said, "I'll sit in the lobby of the bar until he comes out." After a slight pause, he chuckled twice and said with a hint of irony: " When the orc wakes up, you can ask him, and you will be able to get what you want from him easily with your skills."
Under Scarface's torture, few people could guarantee not to reveal their secrets, at least the orcs were not among them.
Scarface obviously didn't let the gigolo's sarcasm fall into his ears, as his body suddenly emerged from the shadows.
His ferocious face almost touched the dancer's face, and with a ferocious smile on his lips, he said coldly: "Is this all your design?"
"My design? Isn't this a joke? You want to play with the idea that women are orcs. The bar was found by orcs, and the women are played by orcs. Do you think it is my design?" The gigolo did not retreat at all, his eyes burning. He asked, staring at the scarred face who was giving a speech.
Scarface obviously did not see any flaw in the gigolo's expression, and his body retracted into the shadows, saying coldly: "I will get the answer to what happened from the mouth of the orc! But before that, I can only I'm sorry that you're in the solitary room! Come on, take me away!"