Clown Game-Chapter 72 - 63 The Battle of the Four Kingdoms -
Chapter 72: Chapter 63: The Battle of the Four Kingdoms – Conclusion
Chapter 72 -63: The Battle of the Four Kingdoms – Conclusion
A slender bullet pierced the air in front of it, pushing and rubbing, radiating heat and a scorching smell, almost before the sound of the gun left the barrel, the bullet had already crossed the distance of the entire building. And Chen Xiao also endured a huge recoil, flying backwards in a straight line like a kite with its string cut.
Then, it seemed like there was a huge bang.
“…”
But no one heard it.
At that moment
The whole world fell silent.
Bai Xiong’s fist hit the man in front of him, but eerily made no sound, Ding Manshan flung himself into the air, and where he had just jumped up from, several bullet holes appeared quietly.
There should have been a “boom!!”
But those who heard the loud bang could no longer distinguish any sounds.
A silent second
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through, carrying with it a storm of debris. The world seemed to have its sound system turned back on, people heard the tail end of that loud bang, along with the sound of the wind, the traffic, the noise, as it rushed into the building from a hundred meters above.
Only then did people react, as if something had happened. Amidst the flying sand and rocks, they saw a corner of the building had been blown open, as though hit by a shell, exposing the slightly bent steel bars inside.
They didn’t know what had just happened.
Of course, now was not the time to think about these things. The man in the tank top exhaled a heavy breath and spat out the fresh blood in his throat, then once more dragged his broadsword as he charged at Bai Xiong. Meanwhile, Ding Manshan twisted his body in the air, firing a shot at the scar-faced man before landing. Not far away, the man with the small mustache stood up from the rubble, shaking off his dizziness. Elsewhere, Chen Xiao struggled to support himself. His right arm was twisted, with a bone piercing through the skin, exposed amidst the dust, his flesh surging.
The battle continued, life and death intertwined, absurdity and madness seeping through.
…
…
Just then
…
“Squeak———squeak~~~~”
A sound of a broadcast signal being connected could be heard, possibly a bit static due to the recent vibrations.
“Stop fighting…”
An aged voice began.
Just three words, not very loud, but through the speakers embedded in the wall, everyone heard it very clearly.
Bai Xiong’s hand was around the other person’s neck, and the tank top man’s knife was only a few centimeters from Bai Xiong’s chest, Ding Manshan and the scar-faced man were separated by a corridor, with their guns ready to fire, Chen Xiao gripped the gun in his left hand, and the mustachioed man leaned against the wall, having just recovered from his dizziness.
And all of this, with the sound of this voice, came to a halt.
The violence stirring in everyone’s hearts inexplicably vanished all at once.
Especially for the trio including the man with the mustache, they truly laid down their weapons.
In an instant, they stopped fighting.
…
Bai Xiong and Ding Manshan moved cautiously towards Chen Xiao. No matter who the voice was, the fact that the trio opposite them had suddenly stopped fighting was more than welcome.
Because in their eyes, Chen Xiao’s injuries were very serious, and if they weren’t treated, that arm was likely done for.
And in fact…
His injuries were even more serious than they appeared.
The force of the gunshot wasn’t just about breaking muscle and blood vessels, but about shattering them, with every single fiber on the brink of death, swollen and slack.
Chen Xiao knew he was in extreme pain, to the utmost limit, and even his mind began to intentionally and unintentionally block out the agony.
Ding Manshan immediately took out a hemostatic spray, and Bai Xiong also quickly stuffed a painkiller into Chen Xiao’s mouth.
These Class D emergency medicines showed their incredible effectiveness in a crisis. If Chen Xiao had kept flailing around with that arm for another ten minutes, it probably would have been a complete write-off.
…
“Ding…”
The sound of an elevator arriving.
The doors opened, and out came a man in his sixties. Everyone looked over.
He was an utterly ordinary old man, with no distinctive features, his body fitting the mold of a man in his sixties. His hair was somewhat gray, wearing a nondescript, old-fashioned suit and leaning on an ordinary wooden cane as he stepped out of the elevator with the pace of a leisurely walk in the park.
Even facing such a scene, he remained so ordinary.
“Oh my, look at you all!” he muttered as he walked towards them, as if he was looking at a group of mischievous kids that had made a mess of the house.
“There, there… you’ve won, here you go!” he approached Chen Xiao and the others, seemingly unconcerned about his arm, which was in a terribly troubling state, and handed over a box, rather grumpily.
“Gemstones, they’re unbreakable, nothing else special about them!” he said, not too happily, implying, “All this fuss over something so trivial.”
The blood all over the floor, the smell of gunpowder, and the man’s casual demeanor and tone created an extreme dissonance.
In that moment, Chen Xiao actually walked over and took the gemstones, feeling that the old man was utterly ordinary. He couldn’t muster even a hint of a threat from him as if he wouldn’t dodge even if the old man pulled out a knife and slowly stabbed at him.
The mustachioed trio approached the old man and bowed their heads, like children admitting to a fault.
And the old man seemed quite angry, smacking the tops of their heads with gritted teeth.
“Look at you… Look at you… Look at you…” But with each smacking, he raised his hand high only to bring it down gently, like a parent chiding a child for breaking a beloved teacup, angry but reluctant to hit too hard.
At that moment, Chen Xiao’s arm was still very painful, but not to the extent of being unable to think. A thought flashed through his mind, and he seemed to understand the significance of this mission.
Perhaps the goal of this mission was not only a Class D anomaly but also the old man. So, it didn’t matter whether the mission was successful or not; it was sufficient to participate.
Because he was here not merely to complete the mission… but also to serve as a bargaining chip.
The mission could end in two ways.
The first, he succeeded, like completing a standard containment.
The second, he failed, dying in the melee, at which point the Foundation would use the occasion to say something to the old man.
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As for what they would say, that was beyond him. And whether this guess was right hinged on a major assumption.
That the Foundation would rather sacrifice three employees’ lives than upset this old man.
Who was he?
…
Glancing at Chen Xiao as if he understood his thoughts, the old man simply said, “My last name is Zhou, and I’m a businessman.”
Chen Xiao was momentarily stunned, though his pained expression concealed any visible reaction.
He screamed internally.
“Fuck, not again??”
