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Chapter 353: Mr. Clown Reappears

Chapter 353: Chapter 353: Mr. Clown Reappears

Tianyuan Xiaosilang also approached closely, a sly look on his face: "Mr. Leng, after tonight, our cooperation can proceed as normal. Let’s have a good exchange and communicate with each other now."

With a "swoosh," Leng Ruobing violently struggled against the ropes, bringing forth deep shades of blood, her eyes nearly splitting with fury.

Tianyuan Xiaosilang laughed manically: "Mr. Takekawa, what tactics should we use?"

"We’ll start by defeating them one by one, followed by a pincer attack from front and back..." Takeshita Ichiro couldn’t wait any longer and was eager to make a move.

At this critical, urgent moment.

An abrupt voice came from beside the window, like a bucket of snow water doused on vigorous flames.

"Having fun, aren’t you two?"

Yet the tone was as rigid as iron, laden with overwhelming murderous intent.

"Huh? Who?"

Takeshita Ichiro and Tianyuan Xiaosilang’s hearts tightened as they hurriedly turned their heads.

What caught their gaze was a man wearing a white clown mask, grimly smoking by the window.

Nani?

Takeshita Ichiro and Tianyuan Xiaowu Lang were both startled.

When had this man appeared? This was the sixth floor, and there were bodyguards in black watching downstairs; how did he get up here?

The two of them were utterly dumbfounded.

But Leng Ruobing was crying tears of joy, as if she had seen hope for rescue.

"Mmm mmm mmm..."

It was this clown-masked man who would appear whenever I was in danger, saving me several times already.

"Could all this be arranged by heaven?"

Leng Ruobing’s eyes were full of admiration, growing even more curious about the clown-masked man.

If Chu Xiaoran were here, she would surely act like a fan girl, throwing herself into his arms and cooing, "Mr. Clown, I love you."

Why did Mr. Clown keep saving us time and again? What was his motive? Surely it wasn’t just out of goodwill.

She was lost in wild thoughts.

Whereas Xiao Zheng, playing Mr. Clown, revealed a cold smirk, knowing that if not for Sky Net’s timely intelligence, his beloved wife might have really been in danger.

He glanced at Takeshita Ichiro and Tianyuan Xiaosilang, who were still in shock, and scoffed disdainfully, "To do such things on Huaxia soil, aren’t you afraid of dying in a foreign land?"

"Stop playing tricks! Who the hell are you?"

Takeshita Ichiro leaped to the wall, grabbing the long katana and drawing it from its sheath.

"Ah, mere Sword Dao daring to run wild in Huaxia, how audacious!"

Xiao Zheng casually tossed away the cigarette butt and flicked it towards Leng Ruobing, giving her a reassuring look. Then he chop-hand struck the back of her neck.

Leng Ruobing immediately fainted.

"I can’t let my beloved wife witness a bloody scene. This is for the best," he thought to himself. Xiao Zheng turned around to face the two despicable fellows, a slight curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

"Tian Yuan, kill him!"

"Yes!"

Takeshita Ichiro shouted fiercely.

Tianyuan Xiaosilang nodded, gripping the katana with both hands, advancing with a limping gait, eyes gleaming as he closed in on Xiao Zheng.

"Damn Chinaman, prepare to die!"

"Prepare your mom, goddamn Ghost Child!"

Xiao Zheng’s eyes widened with rage, his gaze turning blood red, like a demon god, he met the charge with the ferocity of a dragon and tiger, bringing with him a swath of afterimages.

A left hook was thrown swiftly, smashing against the side of the katana.

"Bang!"

The katana shattered instantly, scattering like erupting magma in all directions.

"Nani?"

Tianyuan Xiaosilang was so scared that he trembled in fear, his tiger’s mouth split open, and half of the broken katana fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

"Swish!"

Leveraging the rebound force of the katana, Xiao Zheng closed the distance and grabbed it in his palm, then plunged it into Tianyuan Xiaosilang’s belly, viciously stirring it around.

"Pfft..."

Tianyuan Xiaosilang spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his toad-like eyes wide with disbelief as he looked at his own belly, the katana still embedded within, blood gushing out along with feces and urine flowing down, repulsively foul-smelling.

"Never thought I’d enjoy the pleasure of loyally performing seppuku for the Emperor in this time of peace, but it wasn’t voluntary."

As he was still contemplating, Tianyuan Xiaosilang collapsed onto the ground, his body shivering uncontrollably, a spasm, and then, there was no more ’then’.

"Ptui!"

Xiao Zheng spat on him disdainfully and said, "No matter if you’re a little death wolf or a little horny wolf, now you’re just a cold corpse."

"Damn it..."

This series of fluid moves left Takeshita Ichiro unable to keep up, and by the time he reacted, Xiaosilang had already become a little dead wolf.

Hissing with rage, he raised the katana, charging like a bull with a mouthful of big teeth exposed.

"Seeking death!"

"Seek your mom’s shit, off you go!"

Xiao Zheng, same tactic, forth came the Left Hook again, aiming for another quick kill.

However, having witnessed Tianyuan Xiaosilang’s manner of death, Takeshita Ichiro learned from the setback and didn’t let Xiao Zheng succeed.

He bellowed furiously, his face ferocious like a hemorrhoid-afflicted man struggling with constipation.

"Come and meet your death!"

"Sigh, Pig-down-a-wolf? Piglet or pig, how did you turn into a wolf? Could it be you’re a mongrel?"

Xiao Zheng dodged with ease, swiftly following up with a kick towards Takeshita Ichiro.

With a "bang,"

Takeshita Ichiro toppled to the ground, face-planting in a dog-eating-dirt fashion, his katana flying out of his grasp.

"Swish!"

Xiao Zheng lightly juggled the katana and caught it, looking ominously at Takeshita Ichiro, threateningly said, "You mongrel dog, have you watched too many art films? Daring to abduct a lady in Huaxia, you’ve got some nerve."

"Don’t come near me, somebody help..."

Takeshita Ichiro was terrified, scooting back on the ground non-stop, not minding that his butt was getting hot from the friction.

Finally, he retreated to a corner, with nowhere to go, trapped and helpless.

"Swish!"

"Aaah!"

With a horizontal sweep of the blade by Xiao Zheng, Takeshita Ichiro’s face soon bore a deep gash, bone chillingly exposed.

"Damn it all, if we’re talking about Sword Dao, us Huaxia people are your ancestors. With just that kitten’s worth of skills, you dare to show off in my Huaxia, you’re overestimating yourself."

"Save me..."

"Save my ass!"

Another slash from Xiao Zheng and now Takeshita Ichiro had a huge ’X’ mark etched across his face, a mess of blood and flesh.

"Little guy, weren’t you boasting about taking us down one by one, setting up a pincer move? Why don’t you show me a move?"

Right then, several black-suited bodyguards, hearing the cries for help, burst in through the door and saw Tianyuan Xiaosilang lying dead on the floor, and saw Takeshita Ichiro in a worse-than-death condition, all of them dumbstruck on the spot, baffled.

What the hell, where did this masked man come from? He wasn’t here when we left.

Could he have come later? That can’t be right, since we were all guarding the door. If somebody had entered, we would’ve clearly seen them.

But when Takeshita Ichiro saw the arrival of the black-suited bodyguards, it was as if he had eaten a Snickers, suddenly filled with energy.

"All of you, attack, kill this little bastard."

"Yes!"

The bodyguards nodded, drawing the katanas from their waists, and charged at Xiao Zheng excitedly, intending to overwhelm him with their numbers and take turns attacking him to exhaust him.