Clown Game
Chapter 304 - 291: The Murderer (Part 3)

a large screen, a sofa, and two people.

One of them had a pale face marked by dark circles under his eyes and a frail figure—he was the small-time thug intent on taking revenge on everyone at the café.

The other person was not yet 40, of average build, with thinning hair and skin so delicate it didn’t seem masculine, small eyes conveying a sense of the guy-next-door. At first glance, no one would guess that this man was the murderous "Bill."

At this moment, he was blankly watching a small surveillance monitor on the screen. He had just seen the little girl turn her back to the monitor, fiddling with something unknowingly, then suddenly pulling out a fire axe. Moments later, it appeared she also grabbed a katana, and finally handed a pipe wrench to that fat geek...

"What kind of people are these...?" he asked faintly.

The legs of the thug standing behind him trembled, "They... they are just ordinary people."

"Ordinary people? Can ordinary people pull so many weapons out of that maid outfit? And have you ever seen a little girl wielding a katana?" Bill’s tone was light, but it sent shivers down the other man’s spine.

This thug had insisted on coming to Bill’s "slaughterhouse" because he wanted to see the misery of his enemies before they died. Naively, he thought that, as someone used to street fighting and accustomed to brutal scenes, having once smashed someone’s head open with a bat, he could handle it. But he only realized once in Bill’s "playground" that a fight was just a fight; killing someone was fundamentally different. In this factory, the omnipresent scent of death made it hard for him to breathe...

Especially standing next to Bill.

Although Bill seemed welcoming to this man, who had volunteered to witness his so-called artwork, the thug knew this was a true murderer, and in his eyes, he was no different from the prey on the monitors.

"You... you’re not lying to me?" Bill asked, emotionless. Even though no anger or annoyance could be seen in his eyes, the thug could swear this was the same look Bill had when viewing a corpse.

"No... no... of course not!!!" He tried to steady his voice from trembling, while also clamping his legs together tightly.

Now he knew humans could indeed be frightened to the point of peeing themselves.

Suddenly, Bill laughed inexplicably.

"Hahaha~~ that makes things interesting then. Hmm, I wonder if you’ve heard of some people..."

"I... I haven’t..."

Bill suddenly raised his voice as if he had been provoked, "I hadn’t finished speaking!!"

"Yes, yes, sorry..." the thug was sweating profusely, regretting his decision to come here.

"Hmm, there are legends of people in this world, they could be aliens, freaks, or something produced by gene mutation. Essentially, they are not like us, legend has it they could spit fire, fly, or even resurrect the dead... Hahaha, of course, these are just legends since no one has seen them with their own eyes, but if I’m not wrong, that little girl might just be one of these people."

The thug felt like he might burst at any moment, though he was utterly shocked by Bill’s words, he was more concerned about his own life, "I!!! I’ve never heard of such aliens!!"

"Don’t be scared, kid. I’m not blaming you..." Bill turned around, smiling as he caressed the thug’s cheek, "I’m commending you. Whether intentional or not, if one of my prey turns out to be a legendary human, that would be something truly boastworthy... Hahaha, right? Ugh, why are you sweating so much? Disgusting."

Saying this, Bill disgustedly drew back his hand, pulled out a high-quality tissue to wipe his hand, and tossed it into a nearby trash can.

The thug was sweating profusely; he swallowed hard, "Yes, that would be... truly something to boast about."

...

Meanwhile, Chen Xiao and his two companions were still unaware that a psychopath had developed an intense interest in killing them. Of course, even if they knew, it wouldn’t make any difference to them. Each carrying their respective weapons, they approached another door.

Just like the previous door, there was a mini TV near this one. Next to the TV on the wall was a hole, and perpendicular to it on the floor, a pair of shackles. As the trio drew near, the TV turned on automatically, and again, a fuzzy rabbit mask appeared.

"Hero or coward, by now you should have a clear idea of what you are. But people can change. Courage might be a fleeting impulse, while cowardice can sometimes give rise to admirable brilliance. In front of you on the wall is a hole just big enough for a hand to fit through—don’t worry, there are no rats inside, just a handle. When you grab it, pressure sensors will cause the surrounding metal plates to close in, clamping your hand tightly, and the same will happen to your feet."

Before the voice was finished, the TV image shifted to another room—clearly the one behind this door. In the centre of the room was a human-sized metal cross, on which Jingjing was mounted, apparently unconscious.

The voice from the TV continued.

"Behind this door is another one of your comrades. She is mounted on a cross, her feet and hands secured by iron cuffs, immobile. In ten minutes, the cross will rotate 360 degrees around its central bearing, splitting this poor girl in half. But if you extend your hand into the hole, it will be the handle that rotates, not the cross. Would you trade your wrists for the girl’s life? Will you reveal a selfish nature, or find renewal in a desperate situation? The choice is yours."

With that, the TV shut off. The boss, Mr. Yu, looked distressed, "Not again, this kind of thing? What psychological trauma did this guy suffer as a child?"

Chen Xiao shrugged, indicating, who cares.

And the next second, he suddenly swung the fire axe at the iron door lock, striking it with a loud clanging that sparked intensely, echoing thunderously in the enclosed space, startling Mr. Yu into crying out...

In just a few hits, the door lock was forced open, and Chen Xiao kicked the door wide open with a bang, striding in casually with one hand in his pocket and the other carrying the fire axe, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.