Chapter 51 [027] Love and Peace

Settlement No. 49 had been surviving on dog fighting competitions, but tonight it finally faced a devastating disaster.

Armed with various weapons, more than 50 clowns hiding on the outskirts of the village appeared one after another. They slowly approached the cemetery in the north of the village where the collector was, killing villagers at random and creating chaos as they walked.

“You…you guys aren’t here to collect protection money? Aaaaaaaaaa!”

A male villager with a scar on his face was stabbed in the abdomen and fell to the ground in pain.

The Night Dragon Society had long since abolished the outdated method of making money by collecting "protection fees" similar to taxes from the people in the territory it controlled, but the Nian Society still insists on using it to this day.

"The clowns...the clown crew has gone crazy! They kill everyone they see! Aaaaaaaah!"

A woman with large burn marks on her neck tried to escape, but a homemade coal bomb hit her from behind. The woman caught fire all over and wailed helplessly as she ran away, setting more makeshift plastic houses on fire.

The nasal cavity is filled with unpleasant odors, and it is difficult to tell which ones come from the plastic and which ones come from the human body.

Accompanied by fire and thick smoke, the clowns' hunting operation went smoothly, and the pale faces became the nightmare of the scattered villagers.

At this time, a man who was also ragged but courageous stood in front of the clowns. He was not very strong, had an oriental face, and had a light in his eyes.

The clown standing in the front row was playing with a sharp knife and asked with disdain, "Are you from the Night Dragon Society, a subordinate of Jiang Chouyun? How dare you come here alone to die?"

Most of the Westerners in the Nien Society can speak a few words of Chinese. Chinese and English are the two official languages of Ringstone City. You can't survive in Ringstone City with only a vocabulary of "hello", "thank you", "xiaolongbao" and "goodbye".

Another reason why many Western civilization superiority advocates in the Renian Society have to learn Chinese is that most martial artists have an oriental background. The "etchers" who use skill cans have to shout out the names of the moves because of the side effects of the skill cans, and most of them are in Chinese.

If you don't know Chinese, you will be at a disadvantage when fighting against the Etchers. Li Ang's "Crazy Chinese" class came into being in this context.

Questioned in Chinese by the clown holding a sharp knife, the ragged man spread his hands to show that he was not carrying any weapons. He further raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, with his fingertips trembling slightly.

"Sir! I am not from the Night Dragon Society, I am from the Peace Society! We are a group of people who love peace, calling for an end to disputes and advocating love for each other! Love and peace are the most precious things in the world. Don't fight, don't use violence, as long as everyone can remember that love in their hearts..."

"Puff!" The clown stabbed the man in the chest.

The man vomited blood and grabbed the murderer's trouser leg, refusing to fall down. When he finally stopped breathing with his eyes open, his mouth covered with blood foam seemed to be still saying "peace and love..."

"SB!" The passing clowns spat at the man's body. "We run into the idiots from the Peace Society every other day! Don't they know they are idiots?"

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The Jokers are killing people in Settlement 49, and the Quincy, who is standing beside the Collector to protect him, notices the fire and chaos in the distance.

"Mr. Collector, the 50 or so members of the Joker Group that were ambushing outside the village started to move, but instead of approaching us directly, they started to kill the villagers."

The Collector tapped the button on the armrest and turned off the wheelchair light. "Have you started killing people and setting fires? Since there's a bonfire party to watch, you don't need the lighting on my side."

The female assistant looked at the collector and asked if he wanted to retreat. The collector shook his head:

"It seems that Donald wants to cancel the deal... Interesting. Let's wait and see what tricks they come up with."

Toxic smoke from burning plastic and human bodies drifted over, but the frail old man's respiratory system was not affected at all.

The Collector's wheelchair comes with a small "Bright Sky Curtain" generator, which has been activated automatically before, propping up a faint light shield to neutralize the poisonous smoke and the excessive concentration of phlogiston ash on the edge of the outer city.

“Go to hell, old monster! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”

A muscular clown jumped out of the darkness, holding a sharpened steel pipe in his hand and rushing towards the collector with drooling on his face.

That crazy and excited look clearly showed that he had taken the company's happy drugs.

"To die alone is so foolish!"

The Quincy stretched out his right hand and easily grasped the clown's head. The Quincy was sturdy and the clown looked dwarfed by him.

The clown's nose and above were blocked by the palm of the Quincy Monk, and he could not move forward. He desperately poked around with the steel pipe!
The tip of the steel pipe was facing the armpit of the Quekai, which was very dangerous!

However, when the sharpened steel pipe was still an inch away from the Monk, it suddenly turned into molten iron with a loud bang!
The clown's hands, which were holding the steel pipe, were burned and blisters appeared on them. The molten iron splashed on the clown's hips and legs. Even the happy pills could not suppress this kind of pain.

“Aa ...!!”

The thick lips under the dark hat of the Exterminating Monk were muttering something, his right hand was still covering the clown's head like an iron clamp, but his left hand raised to the side began to be covered with high-heat flames.

"Keep away from troubles!"

With a loud shout, the flaming monk swung his left hand horizontally, and the clown's head and body were separated immediately.

The cross-section of the wound was sealed by flames, no blood flowed out, and the clown's body fell down and began to burn as if it was doused with gasoline.

The Quyan threw the head into the fire, and clasped his hands together towards the rising flames:
"The fire burns the remains of your body, and your troubles are gone. Please rest in peace."

There were no other flammable materials near the cemetery, and the clown's body soon turned into large pieces of black residue.

The collector praised, "Quechi, your 'Heavenly Blazing Fire Palm' has improved again. People who are willing to practice hard are not on the same level as those who use skill cans to take shortcuts."

The exterminating monk bowed slightly to show respect: "Excuse me, sir. Whether or not to use the skill tank is secondary. The main thing is that I have seen through the world and will not be troubled by worldly troubles like ordinary people."

The female assistant rarely complained: "Of course, you have a lot of money."

The Collector had already been attacked in the cemetery north of the village, not to mention the arena in the center of the village.

The beggars, with their eyes blurred and their ears filled with dirt, were still waiting at the back door for the plant mud, unaware that the clown group had already attacked from behind. When the first two beggars were killed, their companions were even celebrating the reduction in their competitors.

“Crack!”

One of the four overhead searchlights that provided lighting for the arena was struck by an axe at the bottom, hitting the concrete floor with a teeth-grinding metallic sound and splashing sparks.

"Oh no! The Joker gang is killing people everywhere, run!"

"Where's the security? Isn't security included in our ticket price? Where the hell is the security?"

The two security guards guarding the main entrance of the arena had long disappeared, and the spectators in the stands fled in all directions, causing a serious stampede.

Across from the ordinary audience seats, Han Tiancheng and the old butler did not rush to act. Nestor, wearing a gas mask, stood up and looked around, calmly analyzing the current situation:
"Master, the clowns are blocking the main entrance of the arena and killing anyone they see. Although there are beggar corpses blocking the way at the back door, it is more suitable for retreat."

Han Tiancheng also stood up, still reluctant to throw away the bottle of wine in his hand. His expression was as if he was in a dream.

"Why did the Jokers massacre the whole village? Don't they even want to collect protection money? Eh?"

At the bottom of Han Tiancheng's field of vision, the fat man with rosacea who had been sitting in a nearby seat was being protected by two security guards and was fleeing hastily from the back door of the arena.

Acting together with the fat man with rosacea was the dog fighting boy whom Han Tiancheng had talked to before. The tone of voice between the young gladiator and the fat man with rosacea showed that they had known each other for a long time.

"Boss, please, can you let me go back and save two more people?"

The fat man with rosacea yanked the boy's hair fiercely and said, "Do you really think you can defeat thousands of people? You have never been trained to fight with people. The mutant wolfhounds you usually beat were all poisoned!"

The young man had no choice but to be taken away by the bodyguards along with the fat man with rosacea. During the process, he looked back in Han Tiancheng's direction twice.

Han Tiancheng felt a little warm in his heart. It seemed that the young man remembered the favor of the letter of introduction and even thought of coming back to save people in such a dangerous situation.

But what about that fat guy with rosacea? You call him boss? So he is the boss behind the dog fighting competition! So what he said before, that I was deceived by the advertisement, and I bet on the wolfhound to win but lost... It was all an act to trick me into joining the game!

(End of this chapter)

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