"You cheated! You definitely cheated!"

Wang Tao examined the paper ball drawn by the clown and was horrified to discover it bore his own handwriting!

Refusing to believe it, he proceeded to take out every single paper ball from the entire box.

This process took time, while the clown across from him sat on the chair, making exaggerated gestures and laughing at him.

Wang Tao's eyes were bloodshot as he took them out one by one.

Ten minutes later.

He made the terrifying discovery that the box contained no paper ball with the number 10.

This meant the clown had genuinely drawn the number 10 ball!!!

What the hell, was his luck really that good?!

"You cheated! I already drew number 10, how could you possibly have drawn it too?!"

Wang Tao's mind raced quickly.

After all, he'd been a top student since childhood, attended prestigious universities, and joined major corporations.

A skilled professional, a high-level white-collar worker with considerable income.

Having a sharp mind was a given.

Especially during crises, his reaction and processing speed were exceptional.

Therefore, he decided the best defense was a good offense.

He falsely accused the clown of cheating.

The clown watched Wang Tao at this moment.

Simply repeating the motion of pointing at Wang Tao while clutching his stomach with laughter.

After this repeated several times.

The clown finally spoke: "The cheater knows who he is, hehehehe..."

"It must be you who cheated!"

Wang Tao stared into the clown's black eyes, speaking with such conviction you'd think the real cheater was opposite him.

The clown didn't continue the cheating debate, merely saying:

"I forgot to tell you one thing—our life-and-death game prohibits cheating. Anyone caught cheating must cut off one of their own hands."

"The reason I forgot to mention this anti-cheating rule is that no one's ever cheated before. Never imagined I'd encounter it today."

Wang Tao sneered: "Fine then, you cheated, so cut off your own hand!"

Wang Tao clung to one idea—never admit guilt, always accuse the opponent.

Hearing this, the clown continued laughing hysterically.

"Same as before—the cheater knows who he is. Since the cheater stubbornly refuses to admit it."

"Then the opponent must enforce the cheating penalty—hand amputation."

Having said this, the clown prepared to stand up.

Apparently ready to enforce the cheating punishment.

But in that critical moment.

Wang Tao, who had already stood up earlier, suddenly attacked.

His right hand drew a sharp dagger from his waist and stabbed toward the clown's chest.

This was the same dagger he'd grabbed when he went to the bedroom earlier for paper and pens.

A contingency plan, preparing for all possibilities.

Wang Tao's greatest life lesson was always having backup plans—without them, you'd get screwed.

Facing this ambush, the clown reacted as if expecting it, his right hand swiftly and skillfully grabbing Wang Tao's dagger-holding wrist, initiating a struggle for control.

Wang Tao hadn't anticipated the clown's reflexes and combat skills.

To directly seize his dagger-wielding hand.

Cold sweat broke on his forehead.

"But you stupid clown! Fast reactions mean nothing! Your fatal mistake was underestimating me—when I went to the bedroom for paper and pens, you didn't follow!"

During their deadlock, Wang Tao's free left hand reached to his waist again.

Producing an electric stun gun crackling with current in his left hand.

So this was Wang Tao's sneer about—besides the dagger, he had another contingency!

"Taste this!"

Wang Tao pressed the stun gun against the clown's right arm while laughing maniacally: "Come on, why not try grabbing this?! You took the dagger, let's see you take this!"

The clown's free left hand indeed didn't attempt to grab the stun gun.

First, it was difficult to seize;

second, he probably hadn't anticipated Wang Tao hiding a stun gun too.

Normally, carrying a dagger for self-defense was extreme enough.

Who prepares so many backup weapons?

Realistically, stun guns are hard to wrestle away—all components tightly packed in the handle, risking electrocution during attempts, unlike daggers.

Since seizing it was impossible, the clown should've released Wang Tao's dagger hand and retreated.

Yet inexplicably, he stood completely still.

Playing right into Wang Tao's hands.

The stun gun made direct contact with the clown's right arm.

The clown's thin clothing offered no protection.

Electric current scorched his sleeve, burning flesh beneath.

This stun gun.

Might not knock someone out instantly, but could certainly disorient them severely.

Wang Tao smirked triumphantly—but within three seconds, his smile vanished, replaced by terror.

He suddenly realized.

His stun gun seemed completely ineffective—the clown's grip on his dagger hand remained steel-strong.

Moreover, the clown's body showed zero reaction to the electricity—not even a twitch!!!

"Hehehehe"

The clown's eerie laughter instantly transported Wang Tao into the horror films about killer clowns he'd watched.

As if he'd become the protagonist.

And this clown, the terrifying antagonist.

"Look here."

The clown suddenly commanded.

In his dazed state, Wang Tao instinctively looked at the clown's mouth.

The clown abruptly opened wide, spewing forth an endless stream of snow-like white paper scraps.

Blanketing Wang Tao's face completely.

Being just paper, it caused no physical harm but completely obstructed his vision.

In this blinded moment.

The clown kicked Wang Tao's chest, sending him sprawling.

Before Wang Tao could react on the ground, countless punches rained on his face and body, forcing him to curl into a fetal position.

The kick had made him drop both dagger and stun gun.

The beating paused after three seconds.

As Wang Tao tried rising, terrifying electric paralysis shot through his waist.

His eyes widened seeing the clown smiling while electrocuting him with his own stun gun.

One shock wasn't enough—he administered a second.

Maximum voltage instantly extinguished Wang Tao's consciousness.

When he awoke, he found himself tied to a chair.

Completely immobilized.

Before him stood the clown, still in his own home.

But the situation had turned dire.

The clown now wielded a power drill.

Plugged in, its metal bit spinning at terrifying speeds.

While less visually intimidating than a chainsaw.

That depended on context.

Used on human flesh...

Even a tiger would be drilled full of bloody holes!

Stress poured sweat down Wang Tao's forehead.

"What are you going to do to me?"

Wang Tao asked, nerves stretched to breaking point.