Clown Game

Chapter 70: Chapter 61: The Battle of the Four Kingdoms VI Chapter 70: Chapter 61: The Battle of the Four Kingdoms VI “Bang, bang, bang…” Along with the sound of gunfire, the fierce thug’s head was penetrated by bullets, splattering brain matter and blood across the wall.

The man with weakened kidneys watched this scene, tightened his grip on the gun in his hand, and the scent of blood sobered him significantly.

“Ruthless!”

This word permeated his life, ruthless toward money, ruthless toward enemies, ruthless toward himself. Thus, when he had money, he indulged in wild pleasures, draining his body until, destitute, he used his drained body to shed blood with a knife, in exchange for more money. It was a tragically vicious cycle, but this is how he continued to live, as he was unsure if he would be alive the next day.

Was he afraid of dying? He himself didn’t know—he didn’t wish to die, but if death was inevitable, he was certainly not the type to submit in weakness.

Three men, and in an instant, two were dead. He knew that today he would also die.

In this moment close to death, what exploded within him was not a desire to live, but ruthlessness.

His thoughts were utterly simple at this moment.

“Killing one is breaking even, killing two means a profit.”

Thus, he raised his gun, aiming at the figure in the smoke.

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At this moment,
suddenly a gust of wind blew past, fluttering the corners of the “man with weakened kidneys'” clothes a few times.

“Where’s this wind from?” He wondered in his mind, but it didn’t matter—on such a critical point, who would care about a gust of wind.

Almost simultaneously, he pulled the trigger.

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“Huh?”

He paused because the gunfire did not sound.

He felt something was not right and then looked down at his right hand holding the gun.

No, there was no hand there anymore, just a clean cut.

Blood had already started to spurt out, but he hadn’t yet grasped the situation.

Suddenly, he felt a coolness under his neck, an odd sensation, because that location was supposed to be connected to his body.

He realized objects in front began to rotate, and he felt as if he flew into the air, tumbled a few times, then landed on the ground. A familiar figure fell in front of him.

And, headless.

The next instant, the world fell silent and pitch black.

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The man in the tank top holding a knife stood up. The “man with weakened kidneys'” corpse was already lying in front of him, the neck artery spraying blood wildly, pooling into a puddle in an instant.

“Why did you even use the grenade!” He muttered somewhat displeased.

The smoke had not yet cleared, and the small-mustached man fanned the dust around him.

“Cough, cough…” he coughed twice and then said, “You think everything is so simple. Those guys aren’t afraid of death. If you really fought face-to-face, if you slashed one of them, you would also end up riddled with bullets.”

The “man in the tank top” scoffed disdainfully and remained silent.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the top floor, Chen Xiao and his two companions had all stood up.

From that series of rapid gunfire, it was clear it was the desperados’ trio, and since the grenade had exploded after the gunfire, it meant that the group of desperados had all perished.

“Hmm… looks like it’s just the mustachioed trio left,” Chen Xiao whispered.

Bai Xiong nodded, he was well aware of this, and he also knew if it came down to just the two sides, neither daring to approach nor willing to back down, it would just be a stalemate. And since the other side had already made such a loud noise with a grenade, openly declaring, “I’m out here!”

That meant they didn’t want to hide in the corner.

“Shall we go out and meet them?” Bai Xiong said indifferently.

Chen Xiao chuckled “hehehe” a few times and replied, “Sure.”

Bai Xiong seemed to have anticipated Chen Xiao’s response. As he chuckled, he had already taken the lead to move forward, his robust body at the forefront, offering an immensely reassuring presence.

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Soon, Chen Xiao’s trio arrived at the corridor where the fire extinguisher had exploded. On the ground there was a trail of somewhat dried blood that had sprayed from “Brother Ma’s” wrist under the harsh white light—it was strikingly crimson as if marking a boundary.

The mustachioed trio had already been standing on the opposite side.

The night couldn’t continue this dull, so the three on this side looked at the three on the other. Silent! Solemn! The air was thick with the stench of blood, like a balloon filled to the brim with blood stretched to its limits, ready to burst at any moment.

In this nearly suffocating atmosphere, Chen Xiao blinked his eyes as if he felt nothing at all, casually looking around and then peeking at the three men opposite, awkwardly waving his hand:
“Uh… hello…”

Instantly, the man with the scar on his face moved his arm in a blur, a gun appeared in his hand, and without aiming, he ‘flung’ out a shot.

“Bang!” a gunshot sounded.

At the instant before the gunshot, Bai Xiong’s massive body burst forth with a speed completely at odds with his size. His left hand nonchalantly pushed Chen Xiao aside, his right hand blindly fired a shot, and at the same time, he spun around to take cover inside the wall.

Ding Manshan ducked his waist, sticking close to the ground in a strange but agile movement, darting to the other corner of the wall. His enhanced cerebellum granted him exceptional balance as he brushed the ground single-handedly, his form curved in an arc, then vanished from sight.

In that instant, gunshots erupted. Chen Xiao took cover at the wall’s edge, where the concrete wall had “bang bang bang” several neat bullet holes shot into it, pieces of cement cracking off to reveal the red bricks beneath.

“Hehehe”
He inexplicably laughed a few times, the smell of gunpowder mixed with bright blood penetrating his nostrils, eliciting a peculiar thrill.

“Hahahahaha…”

His sneering suddenly turned into loud laughter, crazily shaking his head, his face contorting for a fleeting second.

But it vanished immediately,
Something in his mind seemed like a broken faucet, a small jet of water spurting out then immediately being pressed back.

He paid no mind to this fleeting abnormality. Holding a pistol confiscated from Brother Ma, he awkwardly crouched, pressing the gun’s muzzle to the ground, and blindly fired several shots.

On the other side of the corridor, Bai Xiong was running, his sturdy boots pounding the ground with each step that hurled his massive frame several meters forward, generating a whistling wind, making it hard to imagine that such a large body could possess such speed.

Without a bulletproof vest, everyone was equal before a bullet, but fists were different. He knew his strengths, so he rushed at full speed toward the closest distance to his opponents.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept by his side. Even at such speed, Bai Xiong sharply discerned it. His instincts screamed at him, “Danger.”

Thus, the foot he was about to land transformed into a kick, instantaneously tensing the muscles in his entire leg, forcefully canceling the momentum of his vast body, and he thrust himself sideways.

A pain struck his waist.

He knew he had been slashed by a blade. At that moment, Bai Xiong’s expression was blank, he didn’t even turn his head, his large hand reached backward and grabbed the person’s wrist, bending his broad body down fiercely.

An over-the-shoulder throw.

The person behind him, like a towel saturated with water, was spun around by the immense force, tracing a terrifying arc in midair, violently smashing into the ground.

The clash of flesh against the floor made a hollow sound, as if the entire floor shook for a moment.

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