Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 800: The eighty-fourth bowl of soup house (5)
The eighty-fourth bowl of soup (5)
"Owen! Owen!"
"Come over, Owen! Or you'll suffer!"
"Owen—"
Even in the kitchen, Qing Huan could hear the disgusting voices outside. She was cutting vegetables, and seemed to regard the meat on the cutting board as the scum outside. Those who shouldn't have gone out just now, at least... shouldn't have heard those words. Owen has always been the most cheerful and outgoing one on the ship, and no one could have imagined the horrors he had ever experienced.
Should be... a long time, right? Such scars, if lingering in my heart for so many years.
She decides not to listen anymore, but the slaves focus on their lunch. If everyone eats double as Nick said, then there is definitely not enough rice to cook now, and another pot needs to be cooked. Just do it. But there will be no more rice pots. Why don't we make pancakes? Steam some rice cakes, and the time is too late. She has already prepared the ingredients and so on. It was originally planned to be dinner, but now she can only make it ahead of schedule.
On the deck, except for Nick holding a weapon, the other three are unarmed. This made the men on the opposite boat burst into laughter: "Look, they're going to fight us with their fists!"
"It's really funny, do you really think you can beat us?" Not to mention the suppression of height, they are dozens of times more numerous than them! There are more than 200 people on their ship! Even if it is one person and one punch, he can slaughter these few ignorant boys!
But of course they are reluctant. After all, there are few women in the sea, and most of the men are big and three.
Nick's smile is fleeting: "I don't know what to do."
"Have a good laugh." Owen suddenly put away the darkness around him, raised his head and showed a happy smile, "It would be more beautiful to die with a smile."
Then they didn't even see how the other party acted. The dozen people on the bow, including the captain, all fell down! Owen stepped on the captain's chest with one foot, obviously looking much thinner than them, exactly the same as the boy who couldn't resist back then, but with this foot on him, he couldn't push it away at all, and even had difficulty breathing, and his face was congested with blood. become extremely bright red.
Owen's smile was as gentle and elegant as before. He shook his head and said helplessly: "Look, I'll say that women are much better than men." Especially when thinking of the beautiful and moving Miss Qinghuan, thinking of her A gentle smile and that good dish——
"So." The smile disappeared, his eyes darkened, "You just die."
He raised his foot high, and then fell, only to hear the sound of cracking bones, the captain's face twisted, and the neck bone was completely crushed. Owen moved his shoulders and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, "I don't like to be rough, so please forgive me."
This, this is not too fond of rough? ! What if you like it? What should it be like? !
The young man with a long body and blue eyes walked towards them with a smile. The rest of the crowd retreated in fear, but were attracted by a thick smell of blood. The two edges of Nick's sword were full of blood, which was dripping down at the moment, and the blood pooled into a meandering river. Only then did they see the torn corpses behind them - all dead, before they were brutalized by Owen's brutality. When stunned, the other three! All of them on board have been killed! Not one left!
No, perhaps, none of their people were left behind. The slaves who were locked at the bottom of the cabin for smuggling were all released, including the woman who was first held and rubbed by the captain. The slaves shrank into a ball and dared not move, but there were only a few of them left, and they were surrounded by Owen and others from four directions.
The man in front of Owen smiled again. The man on the left was moving his muscles and bones, cracking his fists. On the right, the man in the oriental robe was playing with a few sharp scalpels and complaining in a gentle manner. He wrote: "Really, the knives under the knife are all dirty. It's not long after the maintenance."
I said so, but quickly shot a knife into a man who was secretly trying to escape. The man screamed and fell to the ground, then kept bleeding and twitching, but could not get up again.
Behind is Nick with countless blood on his sword. He gave Joe a cold look and said, "The knife doesn't touch blood, so what is it called a knife?"
They seem to treat it like a wet market and don't care what other people think of them. Until this moment, everyone really understood-they said they would kill them in fifteen minutes, and they were serious.
"Hurry up, hurry up, it's almost time, I'm going back for lunch!" Lance shook his hand, he liked the feeling of his fist touching the cock, one punch was very stable, but the opposite was the hand It will inevitably hurt, especially when a few hard-skinned guys have been punched several times before they fall.
"Forgive your life! Forgive your life!"
I don't know who knelt down first, the others immediately followed and knelt down and begged for mercy, but none of the four were moved. Nick cast his eyes on Owen, who rubbed his wrist, bent over and pulled two guns out of his boots. The smile on his face remained the same, as if the demon from **** just now was not him. "Bang."
He used his mouth to simulate the sound of gunshots, and the people on the ground were frightened like a sieve, but Owen laughed: "You are so brave, I remember you were not like this before."
"There's so much nonsense, hurry up and go back to dinner." Nick urged impatiently.
"Yes, yes, Captain, everything is up to you." Owen shrugged. After the gunshots, a small stream of blood began to spread from the deck. He smiled and put the gun away and jumped out. On the deck, he said slyly: "I was the first to go back."
? ? ? ?
Isn't it too shabby? ? ? ? ?
Are you going to be the boss of the handbag in the future? ? ? ? ?
Joe reacted the fastest, he quickly wiped the scalpel clean and chased after him: "Goodbye!"
Lance follows.
Nick, the slowest responder, froze in place for three seconds, cursing in a low voice.
The kitchen is already full of steaming and fragrant meals, all of which are very oriental. Owen's eyes lit up when he entered: "Miss Qinghuan is amazing! This is the most delicious food I have ever seen. !”
Qing Huan opened the steamer, as if nothing had happened, and smiled at him as if she didn't know anything: "wash your hands quickly, ready to eat."
"Okay~"
She only looked curiously behind Lance and Joe after they had both returned - "Where's Nick?"
"Nick said he wasn't hungry, let's eat first," replied the serious Joe.
…really?
Whether it was true or not, they were all looking forward to the meal. In the face of such three pairs of eyes waiting to be fed, Qing Huan couldn't bear to refuse. By the time Nick returned from dealing with the rest of the ship, there were only scraps left on the table.
He stood at the door of the restaurant, with a terrible low pressure. Falcon-like eyes swept across the people present one by one and drew their swords.
"Ah... Nick, you're back. I'm a little hungry, so I'll have dinner ahead of time, but don't worry, I've reserved one for you, so I won't starve you!" Nikola took his seat at the table and brought out the meal reserved for him.
Owen and others widened their eyes: "!!!"
Nick became complacent. He inserted the knife back, sat down, and deliberately ate slowly in front of Owen and the others. He usually devours his meals, but this time he especially slowed down, not only chewing slowly, but also deliberately provoking. Qing Huan felt that they were about to fight, so she spoke first: "By the way, that ship..."
"All resolved."
"Where are the other people on the boat?" Qing Huan kept thinking about the girl who was being rubbed.
"There are people in the slaves who can steer, and they can go ashore themselves." Nick eats without looking up.
"Cleaned up?" This time it was Lance who asked.
"Well, I left it to feed the fish."
It's about the corpses.
The sea gives people the most gentle comfort, the wildest wind and waves, and the most unknown existence and disappearance.
Qing Huan thought she didn't hear it, Qiao glanced at her and said, "Don't say this in front of Miss Qing Huan."
To put it bluntly, I'm still worried about her soft and gentle personality, for fear of being scared by them.
"It's okay, I don't care." She smiled. "They're not good people anyway."
It was only then that everyone remembered that she was also abducted and sold, and they should have a very bad impression of the group of snakes. Those people never treated slaves as human beings. They were used to being arrogant. When they landed on the shore, when they saw good-looking young girls and young girls, they knocked them unconscious and snatched them up. They didn't care about anything else. Feeding the fish is really their creation.
After lunch, everything was calm again. Qing Huan rarely took a nap, but sat on the deck to blow the wind. Nick was lying not far from her, and he seemed to never get enough sleep, as if he was too tired in the past, so he lay down when he was free.
The sea breeze was slightly fishy, Qing Huan closed her eyes and took a deep breath. At this time, someone sat next to her and opened her eyes to see that it was Owen.
“Why are you here?”
Owen did not answer her, but looked into the distance: "Will Miss Qinghuan look down on me?"
"Huh?"
"I said, will Miss Qing Huan look down on me?" he asked again, "I am the humble and mean person in those people."
Qing Huan only felt a little pain in her heart, "No."
"It's really not easy for a person to live." Owen sighed, "Aggrieved myself, forced myself to flatter others, even if it's ruining my own body, it doesn't matter, just to live."
"What's wrong with this?" Qing Huan followed his example and looked into the distance. The two didn't look at each other, but they were still talking. "Is it true that if you are humiliated, you have to die? Is it a man of integrity? What's wrong with wanting to live?"