The carriage drove into Nassau under the night sky and finally stopped in front of Zhang Heng and Anne's house.
Zhang Heng and Billy carried the black gladiator into the house and temporarily placed him in the farmer's son's empty room. Anne, on the other hand, got out of the carriage and went to look for a doctor.
Billy and Zhang Heng chatted for a while, and seeing that it was getting late, Billy left.
After that, Zhang Heng returned to Marvin's room. The black gladiator's eyes were closed, and he was lying motionless on the bed. He looked no different from when he was buried in the pit. If it weren't for his weak breathing, Zhang Heng would have thought that he was dead. The blood on his face had now coagulated, and he looked even more ferocious than before.
Zhang Heng moved a chair to the bed and sat down. "I have to admit that you are very talented when it comes to pretending to be unconscious."
There was no response from the house, and the black gladiator on the bed was still unconscious with his eyes closed.
"Aren't you curious how I found out?"
Zhang Heng seemed to be talking to himself. "At that time, everyone in the banquet hall was attracted by the fight between the two of you on the stage. I was the only one who happened to be observing the surroundings. As a result, something piqued my interest. I noticed that every time you were attacked, some of the black female slaves would look very nervous. At first, I thought they were worried about their compatriots, but later, I realized that when you fought back, they would relax.
"So, I began to realize that they were just worried about you. Interestingly, when you were completely defeated, they looked like they couldn't bear to watch you die. At the same time, they seemed to be looking forward to it. Their expressions confused me a little. When everyone thought that you were going to die, you suddenly turned the tables and killed your opponent in an almost impossible situation. And they didn't look surprised at all. I couldn't help but wonder if they knew all this was going to happen."
You wanted to escape from that manor, so you chose to hide your strength. You deliberately suffered such a serious injury in the battle because you know how they deal with those who are worthless in the past. The two men who were responsible for burying you under the coffee tree were obviously your companions. That's why they were a little flustered when I bought you. This is different from what you had planned. "Zhang Heng paused for a moment," The battle that happened on the stage tonight was actually carefully choreographed by you. You wanted to escape from that manor, so you chose to hide your strength.
This time, when Zhang Heng's voice fell again, the seemingly weak black gladiator on the bed finally reacted. He jumped up, and without any warning, he pounced on Zhang Heng next to him. His two huge palms were about to strangle the latter's throat.
However, the next moment, he froze in mid-air because he saw the gun in Zhang Heng's hand.
"I mean you no harm. On the contrary, you should be glad that you met me tonight. According to your original plan, even if you could deceive the supervisor, it would be difficult for you to sneak out of the gate under the watchful eyes of the guards. And even if you were lucky enough to escape the gate in the end, that area is almost filled with plantations, and you are too conspicuous. You won't be able to get far."
The black gladiator did not let down his guard when he heard what Zhang Heng said. "So, is this how you show your kindness? Pointing a gun at me?"
Zhang Heng was relieved to hear that the black gladiator could speak. What worried him the most was that the gladiator did not know English. Unlike the black female slaves who worked as maids, the black slaves who were trained to be gladiators did not need to master too many words. Their masters only needed them to show their beastly nature. So, they often did not waste time to learn the local language.
At this time, almost every tribe in Africa had their own dialect, and it was often difficult for tribes to communicate with each other. If the black gladiator only knew his tribe's language, it would be very difficult for both sides to communicate.
"I've seen what you can do with your arms. I don't want to be strangled for the time being," Zhang Heng said. Zhang Heng said, "Whether you believe it or not, I saved you by accident. I don't intend to get anything from you. I was going to let you go after I treated you, but I'm a little worried that you might break the neck of the doctor who treated you later. That's why I had to talk to you in advance."
"We may come from a backward place, but we are not beasts," the black gladiator replied. The hostility in his eyes had diminished a little.
"I'm sorry." Zhang Heng put away the gun in his hand. "Anyway, you are free now. You can choose to stay and let the doctor treat your wound. If you are in a hurry to leave, the gate is always open."
Zhang Heng was not lying. He saved the black gladiator by accident. Although he knew that the gladiator wanted to escape the manor, this matter had nothing to do with him. At first, he had no intention of intervening. It was not until he happened to see the gladiator being buried when he left that he decided to help him.
The black gladiator still looked at Zhang Heng suspiciously. He stood up and walked to the door, but Zhang Heng still did not say a word.
Zhang Heng did not even pay attention to the direction the gladiator left. A few minutes later, the black gladiator's figure walked back from the darkness.
"Rakutua."
"Oh, is that your name?"
"No, this is the name of the man I killed today. He was the strongest warrior in our tribe and my best friend."
Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows, surprised for the first time tonight. "Is he also a participant in your escape plan?"
The black gladiator nodded, and a deep sadness appeared on his face. "Yes, the biggest difficulty of this plan is to control my injury. I have to make my injury look serious enough, but it's not enough to kill me. It's very difficult to grasp the line in the middle. If the person I fought tonight was not Rakutua, I might have been killed directly. I wouldn't have had the chance to turn the tables at all."
"Who the hell are you?" Zhang Heng could not help but feel a little curious. The black gladiator was able to touch the hearts of many female slaves, make the warriors in the tribe die for him, and even cooperate with him in his escape plan.
"My name is Laeli. I come from a large tribe with tens of thousands of people. My father is the chief of the tribe. However, since those cunning slave traders came to my hometown, they completely changed our lives."
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