Residential area No. 49 has been relying on dog fighting competitions to survive, and tonight it finally ushered in a disaster.
Armed with various weapons, more than 50 clowns hiding on the outskirts of the village appeared one after another. They slowly approached the cemetery in the north of the village where the collector was located, killing villagers at will to create chaos as they walked.
"You... aren't you here to collect protection money? Ahhhhhhhh!"
A male villager with a scar on his face was stabbed in the abdomen and fell to the ground in pain.
The Night Dragon Society has long abolished this outdated method of making money by charging "protection fees" similar to taxes from the people under its control, but the Nian Society still insists on using it to this day.
"The clowns...the clowns are all crazy! They kill everyone they see! Ahhhhhh!"
A woman with large burn marks on her neck tried to escape, but a homemade phlogiston coal bomb hit her from behind. The woman's body burst into flames. She screamed helplessly and ran away, setting fire to more simple plastic board houses.
The nasal cavity was filled with an unpleasant odor, and I couldn't tell which ones came from plastic and which ones came from human bodies.
Accompanied by fire and thick smoke, the clowns' hunting operation went smoothly, and the pale faces became a nightmare for the scattered villagers.
At this time, a man with the same ragged clothes but great courage stopped in front of the clowns. He is not a strong man, with an oriental face and bright eyes.
The clown standing at the front was playing with a sharp knife and asked in a disdainful tone: "Are you from the Night Dragon Society, a subordinate of Jiang Chouyun? Do you dare to come here and die alone?"
Most Westerners in Nianhui can also speak a few words of Chinese. Chinese and English are the two official languages of Huanshi City. It's impossible to live in Huanshi City with only words like "Hello", "Thank you", "Xiao Long Bao" and "Goodbye".
Another reason why many of the Jeannian Society's Western civilization superiority advocates have to hold their noses to learn Chinese is that most martial artists have Eastern backgrounds. For the "Etcher" who uses the skill pot, the name of the moves that must be called out due to the side effects of the skill pot are most likely to be in Chinese.
If you don't understand Chinese, you will be at a disadvantage when fighting the Etcher. It was against this background that Li Ang’s “Crazy Chinese” class came into being.
Being questioned in Chinese by the clown holding a sharp knife, the ragged man spread his hands to show that he was not carrying weapons. He further raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, with his fingertips trembling slightly.
"S-Sir! I'm not from the Night Dragon Society, I'm from the "Peace Society"! We are a group of people who love peace, call for an end to disputes everywhere, and advocate mutual love! Love and peace are the most precious things in the world. Don't fight or use violence, as long as everyone can remember that love..."
"Poof!" The clown stabbed the man in the chest.
The man vomited blood and held on to the murderer's trouser leg to prevent him from falling down. When he finally stopped breathing without giving up, his mouth stained with blood and foam seemed to be still saying "peace and love..."
"SB!" The clowns passing by spat on the man's corpse. "You can meet the retarded people from the Peace Society every two days! Don't they know they are mentally retarded?"
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The clown group was killing people in settlement No. 49. The "Nanny" who was standing beside the collector to protect him noticed the fire and chaos in the distance.
"Mr. Collector, about 50 people from the clown group who were ambushing outside the village started taking action, but instead of approaching us directly, they started killing villagers."
The Collector clicked the armrest button and turned off the wheelchair light: "Are you starting to kill people and set fires? Since there is a bonfire party to watch, you don't need my lighting."
The female assistant asked the collector if he wanted to retreat with her eyes. The collector shook his head:
"It seems Donald wants to cancel the deal... Interesting. Let's wait a little longer and see what kind of monkey show they are going to play."
The toxic smoke from burning plastic and human bodies floated over, but the respiratory system of the frail old man was not affected in any way.
The Collector's wheelchair comes with a small "luminous canopy" generator, which has been activated by itself before, erecting a shimmering shield to neutralize the poisonous smoke and the excessively dense phlogiston ash at the edge of the outer city.
"Go to hell, old monster! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
A muscular clown with a muscular body jumped out of the darkness. He was holding a sharpened steel pipe in his hand and was heading towards the collector with salivation at the corner of his mouth.
That crazy and excited look is obviously taking the company's happiness pills.
"It is foolish to die alone!"
The Vanitya stretched out his right hand and easily grasped the clown's head. The Melanin's stout figure dwarfed the clown's muscular body.
"Err..."
The clown's nose was blocked by the Quincy's palm, and he could not move forward no matter what. He desperately poked with the steel pipe!
The tip of the steel pipe was right at the armpit of the Quincy, which was very dangerous!
However, when the sharpened steel pipe was still an inch away from the Quincy, it suddenly turned into molten iron with a loud crash!
The clown's hands holding the steel pipe were burned with big blisters, and the molten iron splashed outwards on the clown's crotch and legs. Even happiness pills couldn't suppress the pain.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
The Quincy's plump lips under the dark hat were mumbling words. His right hand was still covering the clown's head like an iron pincer, but the left hand raised to one side began to be covered with high-heat flames.
"Get away from your worries!"
With a loud shout, the Quincy slashed horizontally with his flaming left hand, and the clown's head was immediately dismembered.
The cross-section of the wound was sealed by flames, and no blood flowed out. The clown's body fell down and began to burn as if it had been poured with gasoline.
The Quincy threw his head into the fire, and he clasped his hands in front of the rising flames:
"The fire burns the body, and the troubles are gone. Please rest in peace."
There was no other flammable material near the cemetery, and the clown's body soon turned into a large piece of black debris.
The collector praised: "Nichan, your "Burning Sky Fire Palm" skill has improved again. People who are willing to practice hard are not in the same class as those who are opportunistic with skill pots. "
The Nietzsche bowed slightly to show respect: "Sir, it's funny. Whether I use the skill pot or not is secondary. The main reason is that I have seen through the world of mortals and am not disturbed by the troubles of the world like ordinary people."
The female assistant made a rare comment: "Of course, you have a lot of money."
The Collector has been attacked in the cemetery in the north of the village, not to mention the arena in the center of the village.
The beggars with blurred eyes and ears stuffed with dirt were still waiting for alms from plant mud at the back door, but little did they know that the clown group was already coming from behind. When the first two beggars were killed, their companions were even glad that there were fewer rivals.
“Crack, click, click!”
One of the four overhead searchlights that provided lighting for the arena was struck by an ax at the bottom, hitting the concrete floor with a heart-wrenching metal sound and causing sparks.
"It's not good! The clown group is killing people everywhere, run away!"
"Where's the security guard? Our fare includes security fees, right? Where did the security guard die!"
The two security guards guarding the main entrance of the arena have long since disappeared, and the audience in the stands fled in all directions, causing a serious stampede.
Opposite the general auditorium, Han Tiancheng and the old housekeeper were not in a hurry to act. Nestor, wearing a gas mask, stood up and looked around, calmly analyzing the current situation:
"Sir, the clown group is blocking the front entrance of the arena and killing everyone they see. Although there are beggar corpses blocking the way at the back entrance, it is more suitable for retreat."
Han Tiancheng also stood up, still reluctant to drop the bottle of wine in his hand, his expression was as if he was in a dream.
"Why did the clown group massacre the village? Don't they even want to collect protection money? Huh?"
At the bottom of Han Tiancheng's field of vision, the fat man with rosacea who was sitting on the adjacent seat was escaping hastily from the back door of the arena, protected by two security guards.
The young gladiator and the fat man with rosacea were also acting together with the fighting dog boy Han Tiancheng had talked to. The tone of the conversation between the young gladiator and the fat man with rosacea showed that they had known each other for a long time.
"Boss, please, can you let me go back and save two more people?"
The fat man with rosacea pulled the young man's hair fiercely: "You really think you are the enemy of thousands of people! You have never been trained to fight with people. The mutated wolfhounds you usually defeat are all poisoned. of!"
The young man had no choice but to be carried away by the bodyguards together with the fat man with rosacea. During the process, he looked back twice in the direction of Han Tiancheng.
Han Tiancheng felt a little warm in his heart. It seemed that the young man remembered the kindness of the introduction letter and even thought of coming back to save people in such a dangerous situation.
But what happened to the fat guy with rosacea? You call him boss? It turns out that he is the boss behind the dog fighting competition! It turns out that what he said before was deceived after watching an advertisement, and he bet on the wolf-dog and ended up losing...it was all his acting skills to trick me into the game!
