Yin Hong

The voice of this loud shout was very strange, and it definitely could not be Sancerre, so of course Yawen would not really stand still, but immediately took two steps back quickly - this time he found himself His intuition is quite accurate, not necessarily weaker than Sancerre.Because Sancer rushed forward from his side almost at the same time as he retreated, drew out a short knife and pushed the person who made the sound against the wall, and hit the person hard with his knee The wrist holding the knife forced him to let go and dropped the knife to the ground.

Sancer's eyes were terribly fierce, a bit like the sharks that Alvin and Andre had met when they sailed together at sea a few years ago.They swam around and swam around, and occasionally surfaced to stare at the crew members on board with such fierce and cold eyes.

"Stop." Yawen stopped him before Sancer cut the man's throat with a knife.

Sancer put away the mania in his eyes, stared at the man for a while, then turned his head and showed a gentle and beautiful smile to Yawen - although in Yawen's view, this smile was probably faked.

But he was willing to stop, and finally gave Yawen a chance to look at this person.This is a man in his 30s. He is not muscular, but he is not thin at all.The stubble on his face can almost sweep all the way to his own neck, his eyebrows are quite thick and bushy, his eyes are deep-socketed, and his eyes are small. At this time, he is staring at Sancel who is holding a knife against his neck with a little panic.

Sancer seemed to be amused, he pressed the knife against the man's neck, moved his wrist left and right, and cut off a lot of the man's beard, frightening the unlucky guy to secrete a cold sweat on his forehead.

Yawen looked around the scene in the hut, and after seeing no one else, he walked to them, smiled at the man, and asked, "Can you understand Spanish?"

The man's throat rolled a few times, and under the threat of Sancerre's blade, he nodded slightly but quickly.

Yawen bent down to pick up the long knife, took a look at it in his hand, and found that the blade of this knife is not really sharp, and there are even some rust and gaps in some places that seem to be used a lot. It must have been used for a long time.

Seeing that he seemed to be quite interested in the knife, Sancel curled his lips unhappily, turned his gaze back to the man who was still in a state of tension and panic, and laughed a few times, his expression full of anger. Threatened, asked him in a weird tone: "Why are you here? Uncle? It's so dangerous here, if you meet some bad guys who stab you twice without saying anything, how bad it is!"

Yawen stood aside and smiled sarcastically.

"I'm not a bad person." Sancer said to the man with a serious expression, "I didn't stab you twice as soon as I came up—at most, I would only do it after you didn't want to listen to me and answer my questions. Stab you twice."

That's a pretty powerful and stupid threat.Yawen thought about it silently, and then stood silently by the side, waiting for Sancerre to continue to say his nonsensical words.

"So, why are you here?" Sancel looked at the man with a smile, his eyes filled with a cold smile, "Poor uncle?"

"I..." The man had just uttered a syllable, but he was frightened by Sancer's raised blade and dared not speak again.

"If you keep pressing against his neck like this, are you still going to let him talk?" Yawen said helplessly.Such a healthy man, being constantly threatened by a young man who is a circle thinner than him, can't even say a word, is indeed pitiful enough.

"Ah, that's right." Sancel was startled, as if he suddenly realized it at this time, moved the tip of the knife down a little bit, then smiled and nodded at the man, "You can talk now."

Yawen felt a little amused, he walked aside calmly, stood in front of the window, and looked out.The light outside was still quite strong, and when it shone on the ground covered with gravel, it reflected the strong light, making it look very dazzling.This also caused the shadows laid by the trees to become thicker and darker. Standing in this hut with the back of the light, you can't see anything in the woods at all.As a result, Yawen became more cautious, watching and guarding against the dark corners and gaps between the trunks and branches.

"I'm a mercenary." The man swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said nervously, "I'm just hired to guard here and not let anyone get close, you... what do you want to do? I didn't turn over I don't know anything about anything in this house."

"Just a mercenary?" Sancer tilted his head and smiled, showing a row of neat teeth, "Then you have accepted an incredible mission, uncle, why are you so careless? Why don't you find a better job?"

"They promised me a large reward, and they have already paid half of it." The man stretched his neck and raised his head, fearing that if Sancere's hand trembled a little, he would immediately slit his throat and take his life. "They said that as long as I can stay here until sunset and prevent anyone who enters the house from surviving, they will find someone to send me the other half of the reward."

To be able to believe this almost unreliable promise, it is not clear whether this big man is honest or stupid.Yawen felt a little helpless, but he didn't shift his gaze, and still stared at the scene outside the window.

"Brother, you have been fooled!" Sancel sighed regretfully, "How could a guy like this who left you here alone and only left an empty promise send you the other half of the money?" ? Believe in this kind of thing, it is better to lie on the bed and have a good sleep, and you can have a good dream of sitting on a golden mountain."

"I don't know about this." The man replied cautiously, "There are too many of them, if I don't agree, at least I will suffer a lot of flesh and blood, maybe I can give up my life, and they gave back the money , what should I refuse?"

"But even if you stay here, you may give your life directly." Sancer clicked twice, and pointed to himself with a smile, "I am also very scary, your life is in my hands, as dangerous as in their hands."

"...How did I know I would meet you when I agreed to this deal?" The muscles on the man's face twitched a few times, and he lamented with a mournful expression.

Sancer nodded pretendingly, and seemed to think about it seriously, and said to him: "I can save your life, and maybe I can let you take the handful of gold you have in your pocket now." , leave this small island safely——if you can describe in detail and verbatim what the leader of the group of guys you traded with looks like, how many of them are there, and in which direction they went to these things, all Tell me what you said."

The man stared at him closely for a while, then asked hesitantly, "How can I trust you?"

"You can choose to believe me, and then risk being silenced by me, and temporarily cooperate with these conditions of mine," Sancer spread his hands as if playing around, and then said the second half of the sentence coldly: " Or die by my knife now without any suspense."

The man took a breath, clenched his fists, nodded heavily, "Okay, I'll say."

Only then did Yawen turn his head, looked at the man's expression of wanting to cry, and smiled, holding the long knife tightly in his hand, while standing in a position that could intercept the door of the hut at any time, from beginning to end They didn't interrupt their conversation, and kept silent with a faint smile on their faces.

"That's right." Sancer pushed his hands against the wall, stretched his body away, and at the same time removed the knife on the man's neck, jumped twice, and returned to Yawen's side, He hooked Yawen's neck with a smile and shook, "Tell me, if I am happy after listening, I will send you home."

Sancer's expression at this time was as naive as a child who hadn't experienced much in the world, and his movements were brisk and lively, but his eyes constantly revealed evil and arrogant emotions. These two impressions conflicted and harmoniously reflected in his mind at the same time. Body, looks weird but can't tell what's wrong.

The man's lips twitched a few times, probably because he saw Sancerre's weirdness and didn't want to provoke him. He gritted his teeth, as if he was sure that he had no chance to escape, and finally he could only look unwillingly at Yawen. Holding the long knife in his hand, he sat down on a chair beside him and began to describe the previous transaction process.

☆、Chapter 055