Crack, crack——
As he spoke, the Clown took out two grenades and pulled the pins right in front of these mercenaries.
The grenades were spoils of war from capturing Zhang Qiang and his men last time.
The reason why he did this was because......
The moment the Clown pulled the grenade pins, he clearly felt a tangible sense of fear energy drilling into his body!
Gurgle——
With a hideous smile at the corner of his crimson lips, he threw the two grenades into the group of mercenaries!
In that instant, as dozens of mercenaries felt the fear between life and death, the Clown's body was further enhanced!
Just as the group of mercenaries turned around to flee in all directions, he pounced forward, stab!
A short dagger instantly pierced through the back of the heart of the mercenary closest to him!
"Heeheehee! President Wu said, that's allowed!"
Stab!
Stab!
Stab!
Not until the Clown secretly stabbed the fourth mercenary in the back did those mercenaries react!
It seemed like the explosion time of these grenades was...a bit long?
In an instant, dozens of eyes stared straight at the Clown.
The Clown, who had just raised the dagger in his hand, froze for a moment. He stood still, blinked, then made a grimace at the ferocious mercenaries in front of him: "Woo hoo hoo~(~┰~*)"
Bang, bang!
With two soft sounds and a faint wisp of smoke rising, at this moment, all the mercenaries only felt like a crow had flown over their heads, "Caw——"
Across from them, the Clown turned around and ran away.
Tap tap tap tap!
A burst of gunshots rang out. The Clown lay flat on the ground without moving.
Those mercenaries put down their guns and slowly approached.
Just as all the mercenaries surrounded the motionless Clown on the ground, suddenly, the Clown lying on the ground moved.
This movement scared all dozens of mercenaries!
Then, a bolder mercenary bent down to examine the Clown's injuries. To his astonishment, not a single bullet had successfully penetrated the Clown's body.
The kinetic energy and destructive power of firearms seemed to have completely disappeared in this moment.
Swish——
Whoosh!
The half-sitting Clown raised his hand and slashed with the knife.
The short, sharp dagger lightly slid across this mercenary's neck, and blood splattered everywhere.
Seeing that their weapons were useless against humans, all the mercenaries instantly lost their will to fight.
They had cautiously surrounded him, but now scattered like frightened birds and beasts.
The Clown grinned, wiped his bloody dagger on his back waist, then raised both hands again, this time grasping a large handful of short daggers!
"Wuhu~!!"
With a ghostly shriek, the Clown jumped in place doing a tango. At the finale pose, he spun around in place, sending all the spinning daggers flying out of both hands!
The Clown then stood in place, facing the empty night sky, making a bow of thanks gesture like at the end of a dance performance.
Swish swish swish swish——
In the blink of an eye, all of the mercenaries had identical red slashes across their throats.
Only one ability user was left, alone in the back of the convoy vehicles.
This ability user was quite handsome, with slicked hair and a neat suit and tie.
When the blood-stained Clown stood in front of him, he elegantly adjusted his tie and shakily took out a cigarette, needing several tries to light it.
"Phew——"
Exhaling a wisp of smoke in a melancholy, hoarse voice: "If there is a way for me to see tomorrow's morning sun......"
"Would you kindly tell it to me, please?"
The corner of the Clown's mouth twitched violently. This couldn't possibly be an idiot, could it?
He asked coldly: "What is your ability?"
"Phew——"
The man elegantly exhaled another wisp of smoke and said faintly: "Time manipulation."
The Clown laughed.
"Show me a manipulation, do it nicely, and I'll spare you."
This time, the man elegantly flicked some ash off his cigarette and whispered: "My ability coefficient is 1.6. That may not sound low, but for my ability, it's barely useful."
"Because this ability has very high coefficient requirements."
"At critical moments, I can only make time stagnate or accelerate for a few seconds. Not very useful."
The Clown asked doubtfully: "Certain critical moments?"
The man rolled his eyes. "You filthy man, I know what you're thinking. Yes, it's exactly what you think."
The Clown was shocked. "You are?!"
"I'm a man too, I just have the pure heart of a maiden inside." The man stretched out an orchid finger gesture as he spoke.
Bang!
The Clown forcefully suppressed the urge to vomit, stepped forward and smashed his fist into this delicate face.
......
Ahead on the highway.
Because the rear convoy was just ambushed, the off-road vehicles that had been chasing Sun Ying's group from the wilderness on both sides of the highway broke off for a stretch after a period of chasing.
Because these people had already discovered the rear convoy was out of touch.
With the crisis resolved, everyone in Sun Ying's car let out a sigh of relief.
Sun Ying: "Finally safe......"
The chubby middle-aged man's complexion also improved somewhat, but he still watched their surroundings out the window, looking left and right cautiously.
"Stop the car!"
Suddenly, the middle-aged man spoke.
Wei, who was driving, immediately pulled over. With his car stopped, the three cars in front and behind all stopped as well.
The middle-aged man took a few deep breaths and said: "Notify the lead car to make a U-turn immediately, we're going back!"
"What?!"
Sun Ying said in surprise: "President Wu, we're not going to Yun City?"
"No more!"
President Wu waved his hand. "Nothing is more precious than life. If we keep going forward, we'll only go deeper into the X Region. The further we go, the harder it will be to turn back, and the more enemies there will be!"
"Besides, the Group doesn't necessarily have to partner with the doctors at that small clinic!"
Sun Ying hesitated. "But his prosthetic limbs......"
President Wu's expression instantly darkened. He looked at Sun Ying and said: "That doctor got the prosthetic limbs he gave you last time from who knows where. He can't produce that kind of prosthetic himself, understand?"
How could Sun Ying not understand President Wu's implication? This was his superior. Sun Ying could only reluctantly nod.
Thus, the Starlight Group's convoy made a U-turn in place, changing the rear to the front as they started moving in the direction they had come from.
Soon after, they encountered the Clown approaching from behind.
The two sides met, and the Clown once again parked his car sideways across the middle of the road.
Two security mercenaries employed by the Starlight Group got out of the lead car.
These two men raised their weapons, pulled back the bolt, and wanted to walk forward to debate with the Clown.
The Clown also got out of his car and closed the door, walking toward the two men.
In the Clown's back seat, an exquisite-faced man with a collapsed nose gazed longingly out the window, melancholy as he said: "Oh stars, you see the tragedies of the human world......"
Tap tap tap tap!
The gunshots rang out first.
Stab, stab!
Next, the Clown stabbed the two Starlight Group mercenaries in the throat, one knife each.
Casually slapping away the bullets stuck on him, the Clown cut off the heads of the two mercenaries and continued walking forward.
"Hey! What are you doing?!"
"He attacked our men! Open fire!"
Tap tap tap tap!
Stab, stab——
Stab!
Stab!
On the first two vehicles of the Starlight Group convoy, the Clown calmly stabbed everyone with a single knife.
The last two who tried to escape tripped and were stabbed by the Clown's flying dagger.
When the Clown came to the third vehicle in the convoy, the vehicle Sun Ying and the others were sitting in, the Clown raised his hand to reveal eight bloody heads clutched in his hand.
He casually threw the eight heads onto the hood of Sun Ying's vehicle. Thump, thump, thump——
The heads rolled to the ground.
Next, the cold voice of The Clown came through clearly to the four people in the car: "The one surnamed Lu said you are very important to him."
In an instant, the four people in the car understood somewhat why those who had been pursuing them had suddenly left.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
