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Chapter 1828

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Han Dong naturally knew that someone was aiming at him from behind the scenes.

Therefore, he had long 'cut off' his head, or rather, separated it.

Using the smooth incision, he easily rotated 180 ° on the surface of the neck, and then lifted the head up. The interface was even in the shape of a wire...

Han Dong had purposely done something so horrifying and exposed the internal structure of the contamination. Clearly, there was a purpose behind it.

The [Faceless Head] was Han Dong's true body.

Even if the truth was sealed,

The tentacles between the head were also innate. Although the effect was not that strong, it was still quite simple to affect an ordinary person who was also sealed by the truth.

Since he had drawn a good lot, he naturally had to make good use of it.

The spiritual influence of the pollution caused him to misfire.

At the same time, he secretly used the magic eye to guide him.

This led to an 'accidental coincidence' — the bullet hit the clown between his eyebrows, and he could even clearly hear the sound of his skull shattering.

If he did this, although there was a risk of exposing his trump card, he could test the clown Baggins' ability... or find an opportunity to do something else. He could not let Baggins grasp all the opportunities.

Being shot in the head was certain death for an ordinary person. Han Dong wanted to know how the clown would react.

When the 'accident' happened,

Han Dong immediately reattached the head that was lifted up in the air to his neck. Even though the interface was still bleeding, he still covered his mouth in surprise.

Drip, drip, drip!

A mixture of black and white blood dripped to the ground.

Baggins the clown was shocked. He reached out to touch his penetrated skull, as if he could not believe what had happened.

He first looked at the handyman who shot him from behind the scenes.

Then, his eyeballs rolled up and his body leaned back... He fell to the ground.

As the brain and blood spread on the ground, Baggins' body twitched slightly as if he was really going to die.

At this time, the circus' medical team went on stage.

After bandaging his head, the clown was carried behind the stage on a stretcher.

At this time, the audience who recognized the cruelty of the game were praying together for one thing — "I hope the clown dies just like that and ends this closing performance quickly."

Only Han Dong looked troubled. He knew very well that the clown was most likely faking it. Going behind the scenes to deal with it could avoid exposing his ability.

However, since they could not observe Baggins' condition, they could not observe his condition.

Han Dong also took advantage of his absence to find other things to do.

His gaze locked onto a person in the crowd, a 'young man' whose injuries were second only to his own.

Not even a minute had passed.

Clown Baggins leaned on his walking stick as if nothing had happened. He walked up the stage in a relaxed and joyful manner … The bullet hole in his head had also completely disappeared.

This scene made most people despair, which meant that the game would continue.

When Baggins returned to the stage, he brushed his two fingers across the side of his ear to greet Han Dong.

Han Dong also responded politely with a smile, but he felt a little uncomfortable.

"As expected of the current clown, one of the [Top Performers] of the circus."

After being hit by a bullet, he pretended to be seriously injured or even dead so that he could be carried backstage to recover. He purposely hid his abilities so that he wouldn't be exposed to me.

Once he's not arrogant, he's not bad.]



The second game, [Please Take Away My Body], seemed to be able to survive as long as he was ruthless.

In fact,

The limitations of the props, the problem of the body parts, and the one-minute realization made many people unable to do this. The death rate was far more than 50%.

From 125 people before the game began, it had sharply reduced to 47 people.

Moreover, these 47 people were not completely 'healthy'. Nearly half of them were missing arms, legs, internal organs, and flesh … There were only about 20 people who could move normally without too much restriction.

"Oh, I didn't expect there to be so few people left. It seems that the quality of you guys isn't very good.

It doesn't matter if the pace is a little faster. After all, when the number of people is less than 10%, we will enter the final stage … These games that haven't been played on the wheel can be played until the circus performance in the future.

Seeing that everyone's condition isn't very good, why don't you let Mr. Han spin the wheel this time? Mr. Han doesn't seem to be injured at all. He easily cut off his head and reattached it. "

"Okay."

Han Dong didn't refuse and went straight to the roulette.

Just as he was about to spin it, Clown Baggins suddenly leaned his head closer.

"Hey! Mr. Han … there aren't many people left. I estimate that we will enter the final stage in one more round.

There are still many interesting games that you haven't played. One of them should be very suitable for you. Do you want to try it?

With your physical precision, you should be able to stop the wheel at the corresponding position, right?

Do you see the white letter at 4: 17 in the lower right corner? How about playing a round? "

In fact, Han Dong could have refused.

However, Han Dong did not hesitate at all. He maintained his smile and gladly accepted the clown's suggestion.

Physical control was accumulated from experience. For him, who had been in the Fight Club for a long time, it was nothing at all … The wheel reached the corresponding position under Han Dong's control.

A white envelope.

Compared to the cruel black that required a certain price to pay, everyone was more inclined to white … Even if they died, it would be more pleasant.

Game Name: [Match Up]

Rules:

1. "Grouping": The remaining people on the scene will be grouped into two groups voluntarily or in the form of obedience. If the total number of people is an odd number, the person who can't form a team in the end will be directly executed.

2. "Match Up": The two people in the two groups will gamble by drawing lots. The winner will enter the next round of the game.

Time limit: Teams are limited to three minutes. The match up will be given a reasonable time limit according to the gambling rules.

It was another 50/50 elimination game.

Since the remaining 45 people happened to be an odd number, the voluntary team formation began immediately. No one wanted to be the last person left alone.

However, no one took the initiative to find Han Dong.

After all, his "reputation" was too great. Everyone in the audience saw his wonderful performance in "Stage Play." Who would dare to gamble with such a monster?

Many people even hoped that this monster would die just like that to reduce the competitiveness of the subsequent games.

Just as Han Dong was about to be reduced to the last person …

A familiar-looking young man came in front of him.

"Mr. Han, the only acquaintance here is you … Why don't we have a match?"

The person who came was the Young Master, Mr. Gracie, who had been completely transformed by Baggins's training. The Young Master's face that was newly stitched on his face made his entire expression very uncomfortable and even a little distorted.

Sticking close to the side of the Young Master's face, he happened to see the black-and-white clown not far away with a happy expression.

Now the situation was very straightforward.

If Han Dong didn't agree, he would be reduced to the last person to be executed.

If he agreed, he would have a match with the luckiest guy.

At the same time, another old man came over.

It was Governor Willis, who had first met Han Dong and came to the circus with him. He had also survived until now and lost an arm in the last round of the game.

When he saw the predicament Han Dong was in, he took the initiative to help.

"Mr. Han, do you want to bet with me?"

The additional option made Han Dong a little surprised, but he had already made a decision in his heart … A hand landed on Governor Willis' shoulder.

"It's okay. Let me play with this Young Master. Since we came together, we can go back together in the end … This is a perfect ending. Thank you for your kindness, Governor Willis. "

Then he turned to the Young Master in front of him.

"Mr. Gracie, let's see who has better luck."

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