Han Dong knew perfectly well what was going on.
When the clown carried his tray toward the corner, Han Dong had guessed that the other party had already set his sights on him, most likely because of a "sense of common origin."
Because of Truth Sealing, Han Dong's mad laughter had also been restricted. It was only stirred when he heard the laughter coming from the other party.
Yet the laughter possessed by the other party was of another type, perhaps even more pronounced in terms of perception.
He must have sensed something beforehand, which was why he had come all the way to the banquet hall and swiftly locked onto this unusual audience member who was likewise connected to "laughter."
For some reason,
when the circus's current clown sat down beside him, Han Dong instinctively felt repulsed, even nauseated.
When the clown's right face spoke those public words, it was tantamount to openly encouraging this group to erupt into conflict. Dozens of killing intents had already converged upon the Governor.
Do you really have to cause trouble? Sigh...
Han Dong gave a slight shudder and sighed, then signaled Governor Willis in the wheelchair with his eyes, preparing to fight.
Although the True Demon Eye, his Trump Card, could let Han Dong see the trajectories of every attack and even foresee effective spaces for evasion in advance... he had no intention of using it here.
If the observing clown and the others discovered his Trump Card, things would become troublesome afterward.
Han Dong rolled up his sleeves, ready to brawl directly... He was still quite confident in a fight. After all, he was a member trained by the club.
At that moment.
A huge man whose face was covered in a lion's mane grabbed an iron chair beside him and