Chapter 340 The Snatched Bride
Charlee Ford sneered and said in a contemptuous tone, "It's none of your business."
"What did she say?" The two men didn't understand and turned to ask the hunter who saved Charlee Ford.
The huntsman smiled awkwardly, and said, "She says she does not remember. This woman was picked up by me from the woods, and of unknown identity and origin, and I am going to find a way to send her back."
"Why do you want to send it back? She is so beautiful that giving it to our eldest brother will definitely like her very much!" Said the two men.
"No, you can't." The hunter subconsciously refused.
"What? You won't?!" Two people sink their faces.
"No, it's just that she's rude and hurt. I'm sure eldest brother won't like her!"
"How do you know? What if Big Brother likes this type? Take her away!"
Two people say that finish, then come forward to want to pull Charlee Ford away.
The hunter tried to stop it, but they pushed him aside.
Charlee Ford was pulled by them and twisted his eyebrows to shake off their hands.
When the two men saw that she dared to resist, they increased their strength and dragged Charlee Ford's hand forward to drag her out.
If it was in the past, Charlee Ford would have solved them with a few tricks.
But now her leg is injured, and she can only stand barely on one leg. It is inconvenient to move at all, and she can't break free at all.
Her eyes sank, and she subconsciously wanted to pull out the needle from her sleeve, but when her hand touched the sleeve, she didn't touch anything!
Where's her needle?
The two men dragged Charlee Ford to the door. Although she didn't know where they were taking herself, it was no good to think about it.
So she gritted her teeth, broke free from them, and split at one of them.
Her skill is agile, but now her movement is restricted. Just after shooting, she was hugged by another person.
"She still has two down sons!"
"Don't let her run away, knock her out quickly!"
Charlee Ford couldn't understand their jabbering conversation. He twisted his eyebrows and looked up, but there was a pain in his back neck.
She had no time to react, so she fainted again.
...
When she awoke again, she was lying in a bed, but this time it was very soft, which was almost different from the hard bed in the hunter's house.
"Well." Charlee Ford groaned, rubbed his eyebrows and sat up, looking around him.
It was a very simple room, but it was very clean. There were only some simple furniture in the room, which looked rather humble.
Where did she get caught again?
She was wondering when the door of the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside. Charlee Ford looked up subconsciously and saw a woman in a baggy dress coming in with a bowl of things.
Seeing that she was awake, she was pleasantly surprised to say something in words that Charlee Ford couldn't understand.
The woman stuffed the bowl into Charlee Ford's hand. She twisted her eyebrows and smelled it again. She found it was anti-inflammatory and swollen medicine.
No matter what the situation is, the urgent task at present is to cure the leg injury.
We'll find a way out then.
Thinking of this, Charlee Ford gulped down the black medicine in the bowl.
Watching her drink the medicine, a happy smile appeared on the woman's face. She said two words to Charlee Ford and left in a hurry.
Not long after, the door of the room was opened again.
Charlee Ford thought it was the woman who went back and forth.
However, when I looked up again, I saw a man wearing a black leather jacket and a pair of military boots on his feet.
The man's hair is black and thick, his facial features are Yingting, and his whole body exudes a cold temperament. He is quite handsome, but there is a scar about one finger long on his face, which is somewhat fierce.
Charlee Ford watched him quietly, watching him close to himself and sit down on the stool beside her bed.
He looked at Charlee Ford with heavy eyes, from top to bottom, and Charlee Ford was somewhat uncertain.
This man doesn't want to do something to her, does he?
Suddenly, he suddenly grinned, which looked somewhat... silly?
"Bride, are you awake?" Unexpectedly, the man was talking to her in Chinese.
Charlee Ford paused, caught the key point of his words, and frowned slightly. "What do you call me?"
The man looked at her, and his eyes were full of joy: "Bride, they gave you to me. You are very beautiful, and I like it very much. I decide that you are my bride!"
Charlee Ford thought he was a little out of his mind.
"I don't know who gave me to you, but it wasn't my intention. Besides, I don't like you and don't want to be your bride. Let me go." Charlee Ford looked at him with a blank face and said.
The smile on the man's face suddenly collapsed.
His eyes were gloomy in an instant, and he stared at Charlee Ford straight. There was a trend of wind and rain coming.
"No, you are my bride. Since I have identified you, you can't leave. Stay here obediently and wait to marry me." The man said and left angrily.
Charlee Ford was very angry. "You can't help it if you don't let me go. I won't marry you. You should die!"
The man glared at her and slammed the door of the room.
After he had gone, Charlee Ford, limping on one leg, leapt to the door, and found it locked from the outside, and she could not escape at all.
I only hate that my leg is injured now, otherwise, with her ability, how can such a small door trap her?
She went back to bed angrily.
The man didn't want to marry her immediately, so she could only take advantage of this time to recuperate her injury and find a way to leave quickly.
In the evening, the woman in the long white dress came to bring Charlee Ford dinner again.
With the idea of recharge, Charlee Ford took the food and ate it.
When the woman saw that she was willing to eat without losing her temper, she nodded with great relief.
After dinner, the woman cleared the table. Charlee Ford thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "Excuse me, where is this?"
"This is Black Wind Village. Our stockade owner is Klein. He is the king of the border. He is very brave and good at fighting. It is your blessing that our stockade owner likes you. Don't think about running away, stay with our stockade owner." The woman looked at Charlee Ford and said with envy.
Brave and good at fighting?
King of the border?
Charlee Ford's brow twisted.
If this is the case, then the man does have some skills, and her chances of escaping are greatly reduced.
Now we can only find a way to go to the concentration camp and send a distress signal to Dallas.
"By the way, there is another thing..." When the woman walked to the door, she suddenly thought of something and came back mysteriously.