"Is that so? Then how about this?"

Just when the clown seemed to have exhausted all his tricks, he suddenly sprayed a massive amount of white paper fragments resembling snowflakes from his mouth toward Jiang Ran.

Just like he had done with Wang Tao, the purpose was to obstruct the opponent's vision for an easier attack.

If someone had been watching from a third-person perspective, or through Jiang Ran's or the clown's first-person view, they would have discovered.

These snowflake-like white paper fragments were truly dense and numerous, even more exaggerated than a heavy snowfall of goose feathers.

It was completely impossible to see what was happening ahead.

It was at this moment that the clown kicked toward the front, aiming at Jiang Ran's remembered position.

This kick landed squarely on Jiang Ran's chest.

He was certain he had hit.

The clown was overjoyed, but the next second, when he retracted his leg, he discovered that his clamped right hand was still firmly restrained.

As the large white paper fragments all fell to the ground.

He discovered that Jiang Ran still stood expressionless in his original position, not fallen to the ground like Wang Tao had been, and was still approaching him step by step.

Immediately, Jiang Ran punched him in the face.

With this punch.

The clown was knocked to the ground.

Lying on the ground, he let out a painful groan.

At the same time, he could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

Even more terrifying was that this mouthful of blood contained several white teeth.

This showed just how powerful and heavy this punch was.

"Completely, no match at all!"

Looking at the blood he had spat on the ground, especially those several teeth, the clown opened his mouth wide and let out a miserable laugh.

Looking down at the clown on the ground, Jiang Ran said coldly: "You brought all of this upon yourself."

Yes, it was all the clown's own doing.

If the clown had truly followed the rules of the gamble-with-your-life game he had set up.

Winner lives, loser dies.

Draw means both live.

Although both had cheated, neither side had concrete evidence.

Therefore, it could completely be considered a draw.

This way, the clown could have let the main personality Jiang Ran leave, safe and sound.

But this clown refused, bringing about his own demise, sending away the kind main personality and welcoming the cold, combat-capable alternate personality.

"Brought it upon myself?! Perhaps!"

"After being hit by your punch, I actually remembered an old story from long ago."

Continuously wiping the bloodstains from his mouth with his right hand, the clown slowly stood up and began to recount:

"That fortune teller I found back then, besides telling my fortune and saying I had bad luck, also said that in my 35th year, I would face a blood calamity, and told me to be careful."

"I'm exactly 35 this year, and who would have thought, I actually encountered this blood calamity!"

The clown laughed wildly.

He laughed and asked: "Jiang Ran, speaking of which, I really can't defeat you, how do you plan to deal with me? Kill me directly?"

"If you're going to kill me, use my power drill!"

The clown noticed at this moment that Jiang Ran was strangely inactive, just standing in place.

He sneered mockingly: "Could it be, Jiang Ran, that you've never killed anyone before?"

It was at this moment that he turned and ran toward the bedroom, in the blink of an eye diving into the bedroom and slamming the door shut with a click, locking it from inside.

Jiang Ran still stood in place without moving.

Yes, his body didn't move, but that didn't mean his face didn't move.

At this moment, his facial expression kept shifting between coldness and cuteness.

Cute: "Brother, brother, let me out, I want to come out and play! I want to play with that clown!!!"

Cold: "No, he's hiding in the bedroom now, wait until I break open the bedroom door."

Cute: "No no no! I want to come out now! I'll handle it myself!!! Brother if you keep this up, I'll ignore you!!!"

After saying this, the coldness completely disappeared from Jiang Ran's face, replaced by a childlike cute expression.

Besides maintaining an adorable, smiling face.

Currently, he was also happily bouncing around, dancing with joy.

Little fists waving.

If someone had been there, they would have thought adult Jiang Ran had now become a little child.

"La la la la"

"La la la la"

"Drop! Ah drop! Ah! Drop the handkerchief!"

"Gently drop it behind the little friend!"

Jiang Ran was now singing a recently very popular song, his voice an adult man's pretending to be a child's.

While singing, he searched everywhere in the clown's home, rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

Unclear what he was looking for.

Meanwhile, inside the bedroom.

The clown used several bottles of mineral water from the bedroom to frantically rinse his mouth, and after the bloody taste was gone from his mouth.

His eyes gradually sharpened, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a trace of a big smile.

He found an extension cord, plugged it into the power drill, then began shaking his head wildly:

"Come on! Come on!"

"Let's see if I'll die here today?!"

"Will it be like that old fortune teller said, that a person's life is predetermined from birth?!"

About ten minutes passed.

Jiang Ran began knocking on the bedroom door: "Open the door! Clown! I want to play games with you!!!"

His voice was still that fake child's voice.

The clown inside the bedroom remained unmoved.

Clearly not planning to open the door;

it seemed he intended to wait until Jiang Ran broke down the door, then use the power drill for a final life-or-death struggle.

Outside the door, Jiang Ran, seeing that the clown inside wasn't opening the door, continued knocking for a while with his milky, childlike voice.

Still not opening, which made Jiang Ran somewhat angry. He pouted and said: "Not cute at all!"

Turning to look behind him, Jiang Ran picked up a red fire axe from the floor. This fire axe was what he had found earlier while rummaging through boxes.

Holding the fire axe, Jiang Ran aimed at the upper part of the bedroom door.

Suddenly swung the axe.

This axe swing startled the clown inside the bedroom.

Until now, the clown hadn't noticed one thing.

The previous revolver roulette game—that wasn't really a gamble-with-your-life game.

From the moment he and Jiang Ran met, the real gamble-with-your-life game had actually begun.

Either he kills Jiang Ran, or Jiang Ran kills him.

This was the true gamble-with-your-life game.

Similarly, it was the same with the clown and those like Wang Tao who had died tragically at his hands before.

The paper box drawing game with Wang Tao was just one part of the gamble-with-your-life game.

Not the gamble-with-your-life game itself.

Only the paper box drawing was what the clown considered the gamble-with-your-life game.

But in this true gamble-with-your-life game with Jiang Ran.

Originally, he was the advantaged party, the predator.

Now it had become Jiang Ran as the advantaged party, Jiang Ran as the predator.

Cheng Yaojin's three axe swings conquered the world, and Jiang Ran was similar.

After three chops at the upper part of the bedroom door, he had cut out a large opening.

The clown now sat on the bedroom bed, holding the power drill.

Sweat continuously covered his palms, making the power drill handle sticky.

He breathed lightly, staring intently at the large opening Jiang Ran had chopped out.

Then, suddenly, an eye appeared outside that large opening.

That eye was using the large opening to look inside the room.

The eye kept rolling around left and right.

Seemingly having found its target, the eye fixed in its socket.

"Hehehe, cute little clown, found you!"

This milky, childlike yet horrifying voice came from outside the door.

Immediately after, the clown saw that in the large opening, the eye was gone, replaced by a black, hole-like thing!

"Is that?! A gun barrel?! My revolver?!"