Chapter 283 (1/2)

When Chen Ang's eyes swept over again, everyone who was looked at by those calm and even indifferent eyes felt shivering. Fear and anger were intertwined and turned into an unspeakable emotion surging in his chest.

Ignored by everyone, the clown's body suddenly struggled twice and stubbornly raised his bloody head.

At first, the clown's eyes were confused, and then when he heard the sound of clattering footsteps approaching, he became frightened. He pushed his fingers on the floor in vain and moved inch by inch, but the speed was too slow.

After a while, he saw a pair of shoes stop in front of him. The clown looked up numbly, but he only saw Chen ang looking at him with his head tilted.

The eyes were fierce and indifferent, which made the clown stunned. The fear forced to the extreme became a violent spirit. The clown bared his teeth and grinned at Chen ang.

”I seem to have done you...”

When Chen ang smiled, he trotted back to his place, pulled out a stone brick from the corner, and walked straight towards the clown. Before he finished speaking, a brick hit his forehead, one after another.

The people around were silent. There was a big fighting field. In addition to the sound of breathing, it was the sound of bricks hitting flesh and blood.

After a few smashes, the clown was completely paralyzed on the ground. Chen ang had to pull his hind legs and drag him to the center of the stage. A long trail of blood was brushed like a brush, as if it was a reflection. The clown dragged on the ground like a dead dog almost tried his last bit of obsession, burst up from the ground and rushed at Chen ang.

He bit at Chen ang like a dying wolf, his flesh and blood spilled like water, and a fierce breath came to his face.

Chen ang put his foot on his belly and could hear a clear sound. The clown's upper and lower bodies were almost folded in half. His spine was strangely twisted into a U-shape, and fell to the ground with a sound.

Squatting in front of the clown, Chen ang looked carefully: ”your name is clown?” he pointed to the clown's mouth: ”no, it's not a clown at all!”

”What does the clown's charm come from? Love and madness... You are crazy enough, but not enough love. I want to see what you care about most? Then I tell you a very clown truth: bad days will turn anyone into me!” Chen ang reads the clown's memory and randomly alters it like graffiti.

At last he took out his knife and made a smile on the clown's face.

The clown tried to stop him. He couldn't hold up his hand and grabbed Chen Ang's trouser legs. He struggled in despair. Chen ang pulled out the brick and looked at the hand, one or two times. There was only a layer of flesh left. The connected fingers were no longer able to grasp Chen ang.

Chen ang put the knife into the clown's mouth and soon finished his creation. Looking at the clown's split smile, he calmly stepped back, turned his head and sighed, ”this is the clown!”

The arena is a closed small space. If you look at the dazzling lights for a long time, your eyes will spend. More and more iron thorns are wrapped in this space. Orange and some old light shines on the thorns. Blood spots and rust are intertwined, which has a cruel taste.