At the main entrance of the amusement park, the Fat Clown held one hand behind his back, gripping a dagger that he dared not reveal. He was not waiting for a chance to launch a sneak attack. He was afraid that once the dagger was exposed, the three fiends before him would crush him into a ball, stuff him into a rat hole, and then pour sulfuric acid inside.
The dagger in the Fat Clown's hand was called Mockery. The Fat Clown had once used it to slit the throats of countless players, then nailed it before the victims, its clown face at the end of the handle seeming to mock those on the verge of death.
"Tell us where the scroll fragments you know about are. Don't be nervous. None of us are bad people."
Wood stepped forward. Su Xiao and Zaiyas did the same. Seeing this, the Fat Clown's heart nearly leaped into his throat.
In the past, even when facing death, he would never have panicked so badly. But this time, he had been used as a shield. He was unwilling to die here just like this, and that unwillingness was gradually transforming into fear of death.
"Not talking anymore? So you were playing us just now? Hmm?"
Zaiyas' gaze began to turn hostile.
"Of... of course not. It's just that the three scroll fragments are stored in a very special place."
The Fat Clown waved his hands repeatedly as he spoke, his movements somewhat exaggerated. This had always been his habit: being flamboyant and gaudy, deliberately making himself look ridiculous to numb others' vigilance. But this time, he had made a huge mistake.
The Fat Clown suddenly remembered that he was still holding a dagger in his right hand. His expression stiffened, and beads of sweat