Ole saw Zhang Heng pinned Alesia to the floor, grabbed her hands, and pressed his knee against her waist, making her unable to move. He was shocked and angry, and before he could even check if his head was injured, he immediately rushed towards Alesia again.
At this moment, he was like a raging bull, stomping on the floor and swinging his fist. This time, because Zhang Heng was riding on Alesia's body, one of his hands was still occupied, and he couldn't dodge. So, he clenched his other hand into a fist and met Ole's attack.
Instead of being surprised, Ole was overjoyed. Other than the first time they fought, Zhang Heng had refused to fight him head-on. Zhang Heng was as slippery as a loach, which made him very angry. Ole obviously had the upper hand in terms of strength, but he couldn't turn his hand gestures into results in the battle.
Now, Zhang Heng did not know what was wrong with him. He actually chose to fight him head-on, and this time, he did not come up from the stairs below. His body was in the air, and Ole was confident that he could beat Zhang Heng to the ground with one punch.
However, when the two fists collided, Ole felt an irresistible force coming from the other side!
This made him puzzled no matter how he thought about it. Could it be that the fellow opposite him had held back when they fought before? But Zhang Heng's body was obviously not as big as his, so where did this terrifying strength come from? Ole's eyes widened, and he couldn't figure it out.
Since Zhang Heng dared to take Ole's punch head-on, of course, he would not be unprepared. He used the Mortal Scale to increase his strength by 70%, which was the maximum he could withstand at this stage. Of course, he could increase his strength further, but it would put a considerable burden on his body. If he was not careful, he might even lose eight thousand of his own strength to kill ten thousand of his enemy's.
And with his current 170% strength, he was stronger than Ole. As soon as the latter charged at him, Zhang Heng knocked him back. Seeing that Ole's strong body had once again rolled into the second bunk, Zhang Heng decided to take this opportunity to knock Alesia out.
He could see that Ole was a hot-tempered but simple-minded person. In comparison, his female companion was much more cautious than him. When Ole fought with him, Alesia didn't rush forward with him. She was actually observing her surroundings, obviously worried that there might be an ambush waiting for them.
So Zhang Heng knew that if he wanted to get as much information as possible from the two of them, Ole was the best breakthrough point. That was why he captured Alicia first. Besides, Ole was a straightforward person. If he captured Ole first, Alicia might run away when she realized that she couldn't save her companions. On the contrary, Ole would not escape alone until he rescued Alicia.
The result was just as Zhang Heng expected. What he didn't know was that when he and Olay exchanged blows, Alesia's eyes suddenly rolled up and turned gray. At the same time, her mouth opened and closed, but strangely, no sound came from her throat.
At the same time, not far away, an eagle standing on a street lamp looking for food suddenly trembled. After that, it spread its wings and rushed to the house where Zhang Heng was.
Zhang Heng's hand knife was about to fall on the back of Alesia's neck, but the next moment, the glass on the other end of the corridor was suddenly smashed by something. After that, Zhang Heng saw two eagle claws clawing at his face. If he was hit by the claws, his face would definitely be disfigured. Maybe even his eyes would be stabbed.
But even at this moment, Zhang Heng still did not let go of Alesia, nor did he make any move to dodge. He just quietly waited for the eagle to fly in front of his face. Then, he saw a flash of the sword.
The eagle's head was cut off by a fruit knife! The eagle's blood gushed out, drenching Zhang Heng.
At this time, Zhang Heng also noticed Alesia's abnormality under him. As the eagle died, Alesia let out a scream! After that, before Zhang Heng could do anything, she fainted. Zhang Heng was about to check further when the door of the master bedroom suddenly opened. Song Jia hurriedly ran out from inside and shouted, "Don't hurt them!"
Zhang Heng saw that the guide did not stay in the room as he asked her to. He frowned slightly, but he did not say anything. Now that the situation was completely under his control, and Alesia's little trick did not work, Zhang Heng did not ask Song Jia to go back. Instead, he asked, "Do you know where they came from?"
Song Jia shook her head, "I don't know, but I heard their conversation just now. They rushed in because they thought you were taking advantage of me, and they wanted to save me."
Zhang Heng did not comment, but pointed to Alesia on the ground and said to Song Jia, "Go find a rope and tie her up first. After that, come over and help me translate."
"Oh, okay …" Song Jia bit her lip. She seemed to be a little hesitant because she felt that it was illegal to do so. However, when she remembered that this group of people was spying on Dr. Becker and that they had secretly placed a listening device in her wallet, she agreed.
Zhang Heng then walked toward Ole, who got up again.
The latter was quite tough, and Zhang Heng knew that the punch he just gave him was not easy to deal with. Besides, Ole's lower abdomen was also hit hard. An ordinary person would have been lying on the ground, unable to get up. However, Ole gritted his teeth and stood up again. It seemed that he wanted to fight Zhang Heng again.
Unfortunately, Zhang Heng would not give him this opportunity again. He took out the Beretta M92F from his waist and pointed it at the masked man in front of him.
The latter's expression changed drastically when he saw the black muzzle. Ole liked to solve problems with his fists, but he was not completely brainless. When the other party took out a gun, it meant that he would be killed if he charged at him again. So, after Ole got up, he did not move. He just stared at Zhang Heng with his big eyes, spat at the side, and muttered something.
"What did he say?" Zhang Heng turned his head and asked Song Jia, who was busy looking for rope.
"Err, they used the northern dialect, Inupiatun. They should be from the Inuit tribe over there. If I didn't hear it wrong, he said that you are the apostle of the evil spirit. Err … Is there some kind of misunderstanding?"
"The apostle of the evil spirit?" Zhang Heng's expression changed. "Ask him why he said that."
However, when Song Jia conveyed Zhang Heng's question to Ole, the latter just shook his head and did not answer. It was obvious that the Inuit boy's attitude toward Song Jia was much better than Zhang Heng's.
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