"You're still too light." The clown commented.

"They don't sin unto death, just teach them a lesson." Chen Feng is very sure of the severity of his attack, those people will be in pain for at least a week after they go back, which is enough to have a long memory.

"Anyway, this is your territory, how to solve it is up to you." The clown chews on the skewers.

Chen Feng took out 500 yuan and gave it to the stall boss and said, "All losses are mine." ”

"It doesn't take that much." The stall boss only wanted to push it back, Chen Feng shook his head and said, "It's not easy for you to do business, take it." ”

"Thank you!" Only then did the stall boss dare to accept the money.

Chen Feng sat down and ate with the clown for a while, and the clown suggested going to the bar, Chen Feng reminded, "Our bar here is not as unrestrained as the one in the city of killers, don't mess around." ”

"I just want you to drink with me." The clown glanced at Chen Feng with disdain, Chen Feng didn't believe that the clown went to the bar just to drink, but in order to fulfill the friendship of the landlord, he still took him to the nearest bar.

The sound of DJs in the bar pounded against the eardrums, the air was filled with the smell of bad perfume and alcohol, and countless men and women were here to vent their hormones that had nowhere to go.

Chen Feng was afraid that the clown would have conflicts with others, so he deliberately opened a private room, which seemed quieter.

"Here, a toast to our friendship!" The clown raised his glass and clinked glasses with Chen Feng, and drank the cocktail in the cup boldly, and Chen Feng was not to be outdone.

After drinking the first glass of wine, Chen Feng smacked his lips and said, "Joker, in fact, I didn't expect to be friends with you, I thought that only one of the two of us could survive." ”

The clown shook his wine glass and smiled lightly, "I like to be friends with interesting people, I don't have many friends, you are one!" ”

"I have encountered something in the past two days, and I suspect that the death of the godfather has something to do with the Sakura Society." Chen Feng said in a low voice.

"The Godfather himself is capable of handling these things." The clown said flatly, Chen Feng could see from the clown's expression that the godfather should have pulled out the black hand, and nine times out of ten he was a member of the Sakura Society.

Chen Feng asked curiously, "How did you and your godfather meet?" He has an enviable relationship with you. ”

"Envy? Then you probably don't know how he tempered me in the first place. The clown laughed to himself, took a sip of the spirits, and continued, "Would you like to hear my story?" ”

Chen Feng replied seriously, "If you want to speak, I am willing to be your audience." ”

The clown slowly took off the mask on his face, and his face was full of tattoos, tattooing the whole face into a clown's face, which was funny and had a hint of horror.

"I was very famous for playing black boxing in underground boxing stadiums in the United States in the early days, until I met a strong opponent who not only easily defeated me, but also got this clown tattoo on my face in shame, and he was laughing at me for being a clown." The clown smiled, his eyes full of hatred.

The clown is not bad, on the contrary, he is very handsome, but no matter how handsome he looks with tattoos on his face, he will look hideous and ugly.

"That day, I single-handedly broke into the Killer City, not to seek a career, but to make a big fuss in the Killer City, when dozens of guns were pointed at my head, and everyone thought I was going to die because I broke the rules of the Killer City." The clown recalls that there was only sighs left.

"You're hell-bent on death?" Chen Feng asked.

The clown nodded, pointing to his face, "Not only did I lose the dignity of a boxer, but I also became a monster, my parents died early, and that younger brother is also a stranger to me, do you think I still have the meaning of surviving?" ”

Chen Feng was silent, he could roughly imagine the clown's situation and psychology at that time, it should be a kind of isolation and helplessness.

The clown suddenly laughed, "But life, this bitch just likes to joke with me, when a person wants to live well, he often can't live, and when he wants to die well, someone comes out to stop you." ”

"It's the Godfather, right?" Chen Feng knows the rules of the Killer City, and the Godfather of the Killer City is the one who makes the rules and is the supreme existence.

The clown nodded, "I didn't know he was the godfather at the time, he stared at me for a minute, then asked everyone to put down their guns and asked me if I wanted a rebirth, and the tone of his voice was so infectious and seductive that I woke up with a mortal heart." ”

"Later?"

"Then he sent me to a closed training camp in Siberia for a year of training with the rest of the 99 people, and every day I was physically and mentally tortured, and the intensity of the training was unimaginable for ordinary people." The clown stared at the glass, but his mind went back to that time.

Although Chen Feng didn't know the specific training items, since he could make the pervert of the clown say the word torture, it would definitely be extremely painful training.

"The last project of the training, the instructor sent a hundred of us to the desert island, gave each of us a dagger to fight each other, only the last survivor can leave the desert island, the last person to survive is exactly me, the first thing I did after being taken out of the island was to kill the bastard with the tattoo on my face, I cut open his stomach, grabbed out the intestines and strangled his head..."

Chen Feng coughed lightly and said, "Stop!" We're drinking, can you stop mentioning something so disgusting? ”

The clown glanced at Chen Feng, and then said, "After killing that bastard, I came to the City of Killers again." As he spoke, he picked up the mask and said, "The godfather gave me this mask, and he said that everyone in the world wears a mask, why don't you wear one more?" As soon as I thought it made sense, I fell in love with living in a mask. ”

"Everybody wears a mask." Chen Feng savored this passage and felt that the godfather was more like a living artist, perhaps because the godfather had seen too many hypocritical people, so he felt it.

"It's really boring to drink with you, why don't we call two girls to accompany us?" The clown puts on a mask and smiles.

Chen Feng refused at first, but he couldn't stand the clown's soft grinding and hard bubbles, so he had to go to the lobby of the bar to find two escort girls, two left and one right to accompany the clown.

The two girls who accompanied the wine were a little resistant to the clown wearing a mask at first, and they didn't know why they had to wear a mask when they came to the bar to play, even if they hid their identities, ordinary people would wear a mask or mask.

But when the clown stuffed a few dollars into the neckline of their clothes, the two girls suddenly became enthusiastic and kept moving closer to the clown.

Chen Feng looked at the coquettish appearance of the two women, and muttered, "Who is not wearing a mask?" ”

(End of chapter)