The Chosen System: Counterattack with Husband

Huang Niao, who was locked up as a hostage again, was temporarily unconscious. On the other hand, Felice, who had stayed in the darkness for too long, no longer thought about escaping from this room.

Being trapped in this space with almost no light, Felice almost lost his accurate judgment of time and had no idea how long he had been under house arrest.

Because every time he opened and closed his eyes, what he saw was a darkness that he could not see through.

Those who brought him here seemed to be extremely sure that he could not escape from here, and took advantage of the moment when he fainted from exhaustion to untie the restraints on his hands, allowing him to finally move his numb arms.

He rubbed his stiff back and legs, then carefully raised his hand to touch the area above himself. After making sure that there was enough space for him to stand upright, he slowly stood up with the help of the chair.

No one stopped him, the deep darkness still engulfed his whole body, and the whole room was so quiet that only the sounds of Felice's breathing and footsteps could be heard.

Felice groped his way a few steps forward toward the chair, without any obstruction or kicking anything as he moved forward.

To Felice's surprise, the room that trapped him seemed very large. Taking the chair as the center, he walked out for more than ten steps before he could touch the cold and hard wall.

Felice pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty in the darkness. His dry lips felt a tearing pain due to lack of water, prompting him to stop pulling his lips immediately.

Felice, who had not eaten for a long time, finally remembered to understand the structure of the room where he was imprisoned.

However, he was certainly not so naive as to think that the other party would take the untying of his hands as some kind of signal.

The other party may simply want to give the hostages who have been imprisoned for so long a little sweetness.

Felice closed his eyes and opened them again, only to find that the lighting conditions around him had barely changed. He could only feel the texture of the wall in front of him with the cold, hard touch of his fingertips, but could not feel even the slightest bump on the smooth surface of the wall.

The other party seemed determined not to leave him any hope of escape, and he really couldn't find even the slightest opportunity to take advantage of.

In a sense, he was like a tiger in troubled waters being bullied by a dog. Before, he was the only one who imprisoned others, so it was not anyone else's turn to lock him up.

Felice took some time to feel his way along the wall horizontally, and it took him a long time to reach the corner.

After he walked around the outside of the room, he finally felt how big this dark room was that was used only to imprison himself.

Felice was not short, but it took him a while to measure the room just by the length of his steps.

It was impossible to tell east, south, west or north in the dark room. Felice could only barely feel out an iron door without any handles or windows embedded in the wall on one side.

When his fingers touched the door, he felt a chill running through his fingertips and throughout his body, almost freezing him so much that he had to let go of his hands.

After pressing the fingertips that had moved away a little, he once again felt the temperature of the door with his hand. Even though he was prepared, he was still chilled.

Judging from the temperature alone, there is a high probability that there is an ultra-low temperature cold storage behind this metal door, which can easily freeze a person into a human-shaped popsicle under the lowest temperature conditions.

But even if he could open the door and escape now, Felice didn't intend to take the risk.

Felice didn't intend to risk his life for an unnecessary test to see if his thin clothes could withstand the extremely low temperature outside.

"Are you awake? Master Felice."

An androgynous voice sounded above Felice's head, with a familiar teasing tone, and it was obvious that it had seen Felice's every move in secret.

"If you don't want to get a hostage with no exchange value, then quickly prepare some food and water for me. I'm hungry."

Felice gave the command to the voice in a cold voice, without softening his attitude or using any negotiating tone.

The man who was secretly watching Felice seemed to have seen something extremely interesting and laughed a few times in a strange voice. The laughter was so sharp that Felice, who was in the dark, frowned.

Felice, who never thought of himself as a good person, felt that the other party seemed to fit the public's impression of a villain more than himself when he heard the laughter.

"Okay, okay, it's rare that our distinguished young master takes the initiative to ask for something, how could I not satisfy him?"

In the pitch-black darkness, in addition to the indistinguishable male and female voice, Felice also heard the sound of something being opened. After a series of teeth-grinding scraping sounds, the thing that was opened seemed to close again, and the room returned to silence.

"My noble young master, the food and water you requested are right at your feet. You can reach them if you squat down."

Felice did not question the other party, but just squatted down and touched his feet as the other party said.

It was not until his fingers extended more than an arm's length that Felice half-knelt and touched something that looked like a metal dinner plate.

The man who was observing everything secretly raised his eyebrows and admired the scene of Felice half-kneeling on the ground, as if he had seen some extremely rare scene.

If this young master could see normally, he would never be able to do such a humiliating action...

I don't have any special hobbies. I just want to do a simple obedience test on this delicate young master.

After all, the boss only told them to keep an eye on this guy, and did not tell them to humiliate him.

After Felice found two relatively soft breads and a small bottle of water on the plate, he didn't care about his image and sat down directly. He fumbled for the plate and placed it next to him. He picked up one of the breads and started to eat it in small bites.

After all, the food he had received during the days he was in the confessional was similar to that today. As long as it could fill his stomach and keep him alive, Felice was not that picky about anything else.

His Xiao Niao was still outside, and he could only see her if he escaped safely.

In addition, he must personally take revenge on the Chinese woman who had brought him to this situation, so that she would never have the chance to seduce his Xiao Niao again.

The way Felice ate without saying anything surprised the man who was watching him secretly. He looked at this young master of the family who had almost never suffered any loss or injustice from other people before, and felt extremely curious as if he had discovered a new continent.

The young master seemed completely unaware that his hands were rubbed bloody by the things that had restrained him, nor that his previously clean face was now covered in dirt.

The man in the dark only saw Felice's almost overflowing desire to survive.

Whether it was morbid love or hatred, or some other force that could drive Felice to this extent, it was something that these bounty hunters had never imagined.

When swallowing the bread, Felice seemed to taste a hint of sweet and fishy taste. He subconsciously touched his cracked lips and immediately understood the source of the sweet and fishy taste.

But he didn't stop. He just unscrewed the bottle cap, drank a sip of water, and continued to eat the bread in his hand.

Objectively speaking, the bread prepared by the other party is quite palatable. Although it is not as soothing to the stomach as hot meals or hot dishes, it is still sweet and soft.

Felice also realized at this time that apart from restricting his freedom, the other party did not seem to intend to treat him unfairly in other ways.

But in his view, these were all unnecessary kindnesses.

If it was him outside at this moment, he would not give his prisoners the slightest preferential treatment. After all, they were already prisoners locked up by him and had no right to have any self-respect.

But in this situation, in a sense he still has to thank his caretakers.

After he safely steps out of this room, a quick and hasty death will be the best reward he can give to those people.