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Chapter 354: Idol, Mr. Clown

Chapter 354: Chapter 354: Idol, Mr. Clown

However, Xiao Zheng stood motionless like a mountain, his face breaking into a sneer, "Playing with knives with Laozi? You’re still green."

After speaking, he pushed off the ground with both feet, leaped up, and swung his katana in a swift, half-moon arc, faster than lightning.

"What?"

"Impossible!"

Hiss...

Xiao Zheng, holding his katana horizontally, steady landed on the ground, the blade unstained by blood.

Behind him, several black-clad bodyguards gripped their necks in disbelief, yet couldn’t stop the blood from spurting.

All of them stared straight at Xiao Zheng, marveling at his swift swordplay, all beaten by a single move...

"Thud thud thud..."

The bodyguards fell one after another, their eyes wide open in terror, still unable to comprehend why Xiao Zheng’s blade was so fast even in death.

As the blood flowed freely, it stained the entire floor red, seeping into the cracks and fuming.

"Huh?"

Takeshita Ichiro’s smile froze on his face. The so-called ’three-second smile’ referred to him.

He nervously pursed his lips in disbelief, staring at Xiao Zheng, "Oh dear, Amaterasu my god, is this even human?"

"Look, bro, why don’t we strike a deal?"

"What the hell?" Xiao Zheng was baffled. Had Takeshita Ichiro lost his mind from fear? Thinking about bargaining at a time like this?

But playing along seemed fun, so he replied, "We can discuss it, depending on how sincere you are."

"I’ve got loads of sincerity! I’ll give you money, I’ll give you women," Takeshita Ichiro hurriedly responded, forcing a smile, although it looked uglier than crying.

"NoNoNo!"

Xiao Zheng shook his head like a rattle drum and waved his hands, feigning helplessness, "I don’t want money, nor do I need women. I only want one thing."

"What do you want?"

"Your life!"

Takeshita Ichiro felt a chill in his heart. Before he could think further, he only saw a katana swinging like a stormy wave, charged with overwhelming murderous intent.

He felt like he was floating, and could vividly see a headless body, gushing blood.

Is that... my body?

"Bang!"

As the head hit the ground, Takeshita Ichiro still had lingering awareness and saw Xiao Zheng squatting down, looking at him.

Xiao Zheng sighed with feigned regret, "Ah, you really are a bastard, just cheap. Remember when Laozi visited Japan, I saw a bizarre sign, do you know what it said?"

"Uh..."

Takeshita Ichiro felt as if he was floating on clouds, his consciousness fading, but he still heard Xiao Zheng’s words and that bizarre slogan.

"Men of Huaxia, welcome to the future!"

After speaking, he picked up Leng Ruobing and left indifferently...

...

The next morning.

Leng Ruobing slowly woke up, only to find herself in her own bedroom, somewhat puzzled.

"Eh, did I have a nightmare? Were those two Japanese just a pipe dream?"

That’s not right.

She stretched out her wrist and looked at it, distinctly noticing faint marks; this was no dream.

And Mr. Clown, was it him who brought me back?

"It definitely wasn’t a dream. My Mr. Clown, he does exist!"

Leng Ruobing patted her little head, walked out of the bedroom, and moved towards the backyard.

There she saw Xiao Zheng swimming in the pool, like a stray fish.

Meanwhile, Chu Xiaoran was doing yoga, her body as supple as a fairy’s.

The water, cool.

Xiao Zheng swam freely, alternating between breaststroke and butterfly stroke, then executing a fancy swim, perfectly.

He looked up and saw the stunningly beautiful Leng Ruobing, and shamelessly shouted, "Ruobing, come down and swim with me?"

"Swim your soul, how did I get home last night?"

Leng Ruobing rolled her eyes, asking irritably.

"Uh..."

Xiao Zheng and Chu Xiaoran were speechless, staring at her like they were looking at a fool, shaking their heads in a pitiful, hopeless manner.

"Hehehe..."

The tinkling laughter rang out, Chu Xiaoran checked Leng Ruobing’s forehead, chuckling, "You don’t have a fever, cousin, are you still half asleep? Speaking in your dreams?"

"Stop messing around, I’m talking serious," Leng Ruobing snapped, batting her hand away with a stern face.

Chu Xiaoran looked resigned, scratching her head and said sheepishly, "You’ve been home all this time."

"Huh?"

How is that possible? Mr. Clown, the two Japanese, even the president, I had seen all of them in reality, alright?

Leng Ruobing was dumbfounded. Did she just have a dream? Daydreams, nightmares?

But that’s not right.

Chu Xiaoran, looking at the bewildered Leng Ruobing, puzzled, asked, "Cousin, do you have some mental issue?"

"Screw you!"

Leng Ruobing gave her a noogie, pulling her into a quiet corner and whispered in her ear, "Xiao Ran, last night, I saw your Mr. Clown."

"Really?"

Chu Xiaoran cheered jubilantly, jumping three feet high, giggling foolishly like a fan girl.

This is our idol, our lifesaver, although we can’t see his face, he must be a hunk.

If only I could go out with him.

"Of course, it’s true! When have I ever lied to you?" Leng Ruobing posed confidently, arms crossed.

Chu Xiaoran, getting a bit carried away, hugged Leng Ruobing’s shoulders, asking dreamily, "Cousin, how did you see him?"

"That..."

Leng Ruobing didn’t know how to answer, because she wasn’t sure if it was a dream or reality.

Xiao Zheng, seeing the two exchanging secretive whispers, chuckled oddly before shouting, "Ruobing, Xiao Ran, come for the mandarin duck play water!"

"Play your big-headed ghost!" Chu Xiaoran was the first to respond, shooting Xiao Zheng a glare and walked away with a blush.

Her heart was filled with Mr. Clown; compared to him, the guard commander—Xiao Zheng—was just trash, utterly useless.

Leng Ruobing, even more extreme, didn’t even glance at Xiao Zheng before returning to her bedroom.

In the bedroom.

Leng Ruobing was still feeling melancholic. Could it be that she was navigating a dream space? A time-space disorder?

No, that’s not right. Last night, when I struggled with the ropes, I distinctly felt pain; it couldn’t have been fake.

Moreover, the ligature marks are still there, and it definitely wasn’t sleep paralysis—Laozi said, "Do not discuss supernatural forces and chaos."

"Eh, considering Mr. Clown came to rescue me, he must have confronted the Japanese. If I just check the data on those two Japanese, wouldn’t everything become clear?"

With that thought, she swiftly logged onto a browser to search for relevant information.

But little did she know, the more she searched, the more startled she became.

"UL Shocking News department, last night around 20:00, a fire broke out at a Japanese villa along the coast. By the time the fire department arrived, it was already reduced to rubble. After police investigations, it was confirmed that a least six people had died, all being Japanese. The cause of fire is still under investigation with no clear results yet."

"Zhonghai Morning News reports that among the casualties in yesterday’s coastal fire was the president of the Jintian Corporation and their legal advisor. Following this incident, the Capital City Bank of Japan has frozen the company’s accounts, awaiting reactivation by the successor."

"..."

Oh my... It’s all true.

I can be sure. It was Mr. Clown who saved me. It must have been.

[Six updates! Tomorrow’s update will be more thrilling, and I’m preparing to write a blood-pumping storyline in a few days! It’ll be as legendary as the tales, even more thrilling than that segment!]