I'm a hang

Port St Mary's at night.

Like a bright pearl embedded in the Gobi coast.

On the shore of the pier, the local overseer is directing the slaves to carry the goods unloaded by the ships.

In the simple metal recession, various shops, bars and even hotels are open as usual.

It seems that the war is very far away from them.

Compared with the dilapidated depression in other parts of the Emirate of Barcelona, ​​this place is brightly lit and full of people.

In a three-story building.

The blond man was wearing a tight-fitting bathrobe, lying comfortably on the sofa.

The maid wearing a veil knelt down in front of him respectfully, silently trimming his toenails, shivering and not daring to look up at all...

TV screen in the room.

The recent news about the civil unrest in the chiefdom of Barcelona is constantly being broadcast...

Under the dim light.

The man's eyes were piercing, and the wine in the goblet in his hand was as red as blood, exuding an intoxicating aroma.

The tall and straight aquiline nose added a bit of heroism to him, and a terrifying scar stretched down from his right eye, which made people feel inexplicably hideous and gloomy.

"War, chaos, bloodshed, and death..."

He raised his head and took a sip of the fine wine in his glass. The man smiled strangely and said, "This country full of rancid smell, without the embellishment of these elements, is simply not as good as a pile of shit..."

The man's face suddenly twisted, and his expression instantly became inexplicably sad.

"It's so pathetic...these homeless kids..."

Two lines of tears fell from the corner of his eyes, as if he had become another person, and wept silently: "We...can't we help the refugees here?"

"Shut up!! You trash!"

Raising his leg suddenly, the man kicked the maid in front of him, his face became dark and vicious again.

"Put away your disgusting cowardly face, weakness will only make us fail, ridiculous compassion will always belong to the weak at the bottom..."

Stretching out his hand to wipe away the tears on his cheeks, the man gritted his teeth and shouted: "It is a shame to me to shed tears for these rubbish, sharing a body with a waste like you!!"

As he spoke, he glared fiercely at the maid who was lying on the ground, and stepped forward to grab her by the neck.

"And this clumsy bitch..."

The man pressed the maid to the ground viciously, and shouted frantically, "We rescued her because you were meddling in your own business, and we spent a total of [-] federal dollars! Apart from serving tea and water, this bitch can still have something to do." What's the use?!"

Her throat was tightly strangled, the maid struggled desperately, her eyes were full of fear of the man...

Two days ago, she was a refugee slave captured by the local villain army.

Living a life of starvation and precarity.

Until the man in front of him suddenly appeared and spent a lot of money to buy her from the villain army.

I thought I could live a peaceful life for a few days.

But no one would have thought that the man in front of him—is actually a complete lunatic!

He has two personalities in his body at the same time! !

One of them has a cowardly personality, not only full of sympathy, but also hesitant when encountering problems, naive like a big boy...

The other personality is just the opposite, cruel and bloodthirsty in nature, cunning and suspicious, even more cruel and ruthless in attacking, mercenary in everything...

It was such a lunatic with dual personalities who tormented her both mentally and physically every day.

Make her miserable!

boom--

Letting go of his big hands, the man suddenly fell to his knees and cried loudly: "Don't hurt her... Please, I'll listen to you, please don't hurt her again... Big deal, big deal Without your permission, I will never come out again!"

Curled up on the floor, the man in front of him suddenly stopped moving and remained motionless for a while.

Shocked and backed into the corner, the maid looked at this strange scene tremblingly.

For a long while, the room was as silent as a ghost town.

"Hey hey hey, that's what you said..."

Slowly getting up from the ground, the man's smile was full of anger: "Next time, if you come out without my permission, I will definitely kill this stinky bitch in front of you... "

The maid in the corner shivered timidly, covering her mouth and not daring to make a sound at all.

dong dong dong-

There was a sudden knock on the door!

"Come in--"

Frowning slightly, the man sat back on the sofa and raised his legs, as if everything just now had never happened.

The door opened slowly.

"boss......"

Stepping on high heels, a slim figure slowly walked into the room.

The tight black one-piece leather jacket outlines a proud figure. The young girl in front of her has short curly hair and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.

He glanced at the broken goblet on the ground, and the maid trembling silently in the corner.

The girl calmly pushed down the frame, as if she was used to it.

"Dasley, do you have any news about the person who is going to the appointment?" The man asked with a sullen face and raised his head.

"I'm afraid the situation is not optimistic..."

Shaking her head, the sexy Dusley was as cold as ice, and said expressionlessly: "Hansen is back, he is the only one, and he seems to be seriously injured..."

Slightly startled, the man pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and said, "Bring him to see me!"

Nodding her head, Dasli bowed her head respectfully and backed out...

After a while, there was a noise outside the door, and Hansen, who was covered in blood, stumbled into the room.

"Boss... help me..."

The pale Hansen knelt down in front of the man powerlessly, and the bright red blood flowed down the dilapidated wound on his abdomen, staining the carpet red in a short while.

"I...I need a medical pod..."

Multifunctional medical cabin——

This thing is definitely a rare item in the war-torn Emirate of Barcelona, ​​and it is basically in the hands of government troops and rebels.

Ordinary forces simply don't have such scarce resources.

Hansen was pierced through the abdomen by Zhuge Steel's God's Domain sniper at the last moment, and chose to retreat in desperation.

He ran wildly all the way, which further aggravated the injury.

Not only is there excessive blood loss, but the wound is also at risk of infection.

Judging from the current medical level of the Emirate of Barcelona, ​​without the help of the medical cabin, such a fatal injury would probably kill him!

Today's Hansen can only pin his last hope on the boss behind the wolf killing team.

"Hansen, where are the others..." the man on the sofa asked coldly.

"They all died in battle..."

Clutching the wound tightly, Hansen tried his best to keep himself awake so as not to faint: "The other party came prepared...the strength is not bad, Luke's head was chopped off, Johnny, Jenny and Ah Rudiba has fallen into the enemy's trap..."

"Really? That's really regrettable..."

Silently pouring himself another glass of red wine, the man raised his brows and asked in a deep voice, "Since everyone died in battle, why are you still alive!?"

"Boss...I..."

Sitting on the ground dumbstruck, Hansen's forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat.