Late at night, the city streets are deserted.
"Lingling~"
Roger was walking alone down the street when his cell phone rang in his pocket.
It was his girlfriend, Elizabeth, calling.
"Hmm~"
Rogerm picked up his phone, answered the call, and said expressionlessly.
"Rogerm, are you alright? My family confiscated my phone..."
"I just found out you were taken to the police station, I'm so sorry you suffered..."
"Rogerm, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I love you, let's elope together..."
"We can go to America, to France..."
The voice of his girlfriend Elizabeth, trembling with tears, came through the phone.
She was clearly terrified by the bodyguard Lias's violent behavior.
At this moment, she was sitting in her villa room, curled up in a ball, trembling and crying.
"No, I'm the one who should apologize."
"I don't deserve a girl as noble as you. I'm just a rat or cockroach that deserves to live in the sewers..."
Goodbye, Elizabeth, goodbye forever.
"Go find other men who love you, and I will wish you all the best."
After saying that, Roger hung up the phone, quickly removed the SIM card, and then threw the phone into the river next to him.
As I walked, that strange feeling welled up in my heart again.
"Hahaha…"
Hahahaha…
"Hahahaha..."
Roger, who had been expressionless, finally couldn't hold back anymore.
He grinned and laughed wildly once again.
And he laughed even louder and more exaggeratedly than he did at the police station...
Until they laughed until tears streamed down their faces.
It was as if an invisible demon was hiding in his vocal cords.
He wanted to unleash this terrifying demon through maniacal laughter.
Passersby were so frightened by the clown standing by the roadside laughing that they took a detour.
Roger, unable to walk properly due to his laughter, clutched his trembling, chaotic head.
He crouched down and repeatedly banged his head against the roadside railing.
"squeak--"
Just then, a passing motorcycle suddenly turned a corner a short distance away and rode back.
Two men with tattooed arms stared at Roger, who was squatting on the ground.
My gaze was drawn to the guitar he was carrying on his back.
"Hey, that guitar looks pretty good, it must be worth at least a hundred pounds, right?"
The man in the back seat, wearing a vest and sporting long blond hair, pointed to the guitar behind Roger and gestured to his accomplice.
"One hundred pounds? No, a performance artist like this would definitely carry a guitar worth thousands of pounds when they go out!"
The burly man riding the bike had greedy eyes, his gaze sweeping over Roger, who was holding onto the railing.
"Heh heh, this guy's obviously on drugs. He might even willingly give us his guitar..."
With that, the two parked their motorcycle by the roadside and walked toward Roger, who was crouching on the ground, trembling and clutching his head.
"Hey bro, is there anything I can help you with?"
"You look so upset, how about we carry your guitar for you?"
As the long-haired, tattooed man in the vest spoke, he reached out to take the guitar off Roger's body.
"Um?"
Roger, who was squatting on the ground retching, turned around.
In the darkness, the hideous clown face startled the two men who were about to rob him.
"Damn it, are you out of your mind? Why are you dressed like this in the middle of the night and scaring people?"
Caught off guard, the burly man was so frightened he nearly fell to the ground, swearing as he spoke.
"You tried to steal my things and then insulted me?"
Rogerm slowly stood up, tilting his head to look at the two people in front of him.
His scarlet lips still held an uncontrollable smile, which looked even more eerie under the dim streetlights.
"Shit!"
"Give me your guitar and all the money you have! Otherwise, I'll send you to meet your maker!"
As he spoke, the burly man reached for the weapon at his waist, threatening to rob it outright.
"Bang~"
Just then, Roger suddenly bent down, picked up a glass bottle from the ground, and smashed it against the railing.
Without saying a word, he rushed forward and forcefully plunged the sharp glass bottle into the man's throat.
"Pfft~"
A white, transparent shard of glass pierced directly into the man's neck.
Crimson blood flowed down the bottle and Roger's arm.
"Uh-huh—"
"I...I'm sorry, please spare me..."
The burly robber, suddenly struck deadly, froze, clutching his neck, his eyes wide open, too afraid to move.
He was terrified that any resistance would cause the madman in front of him to pull out the bottle, resulting in him bleeding to death.
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