With the gunshots over.
The venue immediately lit up with a corresponding number of spotlights, shining down on the audience members who had gambled away their lives... Sizzle! White smoke rose as the corpses evaporated in a short time, not even leaving behind a trace of odor.
To the circus, the corpses of such trash were not even worth using as fertilizer.
Gracie, who played the Young Master, was nearly scared into wetting himself again by the mass shooting. Fortunately, he had already emptied all the remaining fluids from his body in the basement.
Little Voss no longer disguised himself as a cat. As he stood up, he slightly bowed to Han Dong in thanks.
However, the corner of his eye was also secretly fixed on the beating heart in Han Dong's hand—the true culprit behind Night of Terror.
Who would have thought that Han Dong, who was stitching up his face with needle and thread, would suddenly turn around and say with a smile, "Don't worry. I have no interest in a heart of this level. I'm merely preserving it so I can return it to the circus."
Upon hearing this, Little Voss immediately looked away as well.
They had assumed the troupe leader would take the stage next to comment on the survivors of the stage play and hand out awards... Yet a stranger slowly emerged from the darkness, seemingly another member of the circus troupe.
A middle-aged man resembling a doctor, dressed in a lab coat and loose shorts, slowly approached the stage.
Already in middle age, he had barely any hair left.
Not only that, his face was deathly pale. Every movement appeared weak and feeble, while his breathing was faint and rapid. He seemed to have a severe heart defect and could drop dead at