At this moment, Jiang Ran noticed the clown sitting in the dealer position at the gambling table suddenly stood up.

Jiang Ran remained highly vigilant, keeping his eyes tightly locked on him, fearing he might pull some trick.

The clown smiled: “Don’t be nervous, I’m just a bit thirsty and going to get some water.”

After standing up, just as expected, the clown left the gambling table, continuing under Jiang Ran’s watchful gaze.

He went to the open kitchen.

Squatted down for no more than ten seconds.

When he stood up again, his left hand held a 600ml bottle of mineral water.

His right hand carried a bag of disposable paper cups.

Returning to the dealer position at the gambling table.

The clown took out two paper cups, placing one each in front of himself and Jiang Ran.

Then, he opened that bottle of mineral water, preparing to first fill his own cup, then fill Jiang Ran’s.

Jiang Ran watched closely, noticing the clown didn’t seem to be pulling any tricks.

That mineral water bottle was also unopened, he could see clearly.

Of course, even if the other side wasn’t pulling tricks, he still wouldn’t drink water poured by the clown.

After finishing pouring water for himself, the clown proceeded to pour water into the paper cup before Jiang Ran.

When the bottle mouth hovered above Jiang Ran’s paper cup, the clown’s right hand gripping the water bottle suddenly exerted force.

Immediately, the water that should have fallen into the paper cup instead sprayed entirely onto Jiang Ran’s body.

Splashed by the water, Jiang Ran instinctively stood up and retreated, and at that moment, the clown’s left hand suddenly produced a black object, thrusting directly toward Jiang Ran’s chest.

Turns out pouring water was just a diversion—the real purpose was to splash water on Jiang Ran to distract him, making it easier to strike.

This thrust came extremely fast.

By the time Jiang Ran noticed, it was already too late to dodge, so he could only block with his right hand.

But the moment he blocked in front of his chest, he immediately regretted it.

The intense pain transmitted through his right hand was unbearable.

So painful, so numb—the instant that thing struck his hand, he felt his entire hand and arm become useless, trembling wildly and losing control.

Only then did Jiang Ran realize—what the clown held wasn’t a fruit knife, but a stun gun.

After hitting Jiang Ran’s right hand, the stun gun didn’t stop but continued discharging electricity.

This resulted in Jiang Ran collapsing to the ground within seconds.

His whole body convulsed and trembled.

Fortunately, Jiang Ran’s eyes remained open.

Radiating intense hatred and unwillingness, his mouth mumbled incoherently:

“You’re so despicable! Actually breaking the game rules! Attacking suddenly!”

The clown stepped over the gambling table, coming to Jiang Ran’s side. Seeing Jiang Ran’s eyes still open as if saying something, though he couldn’t make it out.

Anyway, it didn’t matter—he immediately gave Jiang Ran another sustained shock to the abdomen.

This time, Jiang Ran even closed his eyes, completely losing consciousness.

“Really works well, this Wang Tao’s stun gun.”

Examining the black stun gun in his hand—exactly the one confiscated from Wang Tao.

Finding the stun gun interesting, the clown delivered several more shocks to the already unconscious Jiang Ran, making his body jerk repeatedly.

Confirming Jiang Ran was truly completely unconscious, the clown stood up and headed toward the bedroom to prepare the next step.

The next step was simple too—tying Jiang Ran to a chair.

Then waiting for him to wake up before ending his life with the power drill.

The clown went into the bedroom to fetch tools.

Poor guy, just like the kite killer Wang Nuli back then, unaware of what’s about to come.

[Ding! Detected host suffering electric shock damage, consuming 500 points! Repairing!]

[Ding! Detected host facing life-threatening danger, consuming 1000 points! Awakening other personalities!]

[Ding! Personality has been awakened!]

At this moment, the system’s cold mechanical voice emerged.

And after the system’s mechanical voice faded.

Jiang Ran, who had been lying unconscious on the ground, suddenly snapped his eyes open.

After opening them, he supported himself against the wall, slowly standing up.

Once upright, he stretched his limbs, then surveyed the surroundings.

After finishing his survey, he sat back down in the gambler’s position at the gambling table where the main personality Jiang Ran had previously sat.

The current Jiang Ran appeared cold and detached, not a trace of smile on his face.

After taking his seat, his right hand grasped the paper cup filled with water from the clown’s position opposite him.

Bringing it over, he drained it in one gulp.

After drinking, he placed the paper cup on the gambling table, then pressed his right thumb and middle finger together, taking aim before flicking the paper cup on the table with fierce force.

This flick carried tremendous power, sending the paper cup flying all the way to the balcony floor with a loud thud.

Witnessing this scene, Jiang Ran turned his head, muttering in a voice only he could hear:

“This post-transmigration body is far inferior to my Earth body.”

At this very moment, the clown with a broad grin on his face had been fetching rope and the power drill in the bedroom when suddenly his ears perked up, his whole body freezing in place.

Abandoning the rope and power drill, he tightly gripped the stun gun he’d just placed on the bedroom bed and walked out of the bedroom.

Exiting the bedroom, he saw Jiang Ran sitting by the living room gambling table, looking toward him.

Seeing the clown emerge, Jiang Ran said coldly: “Quite sharp ears. Originally just wanted to test you with the paper cup, never expected you’d actually hear it.”

The clown noticed one of the two paper cups was missing from the gambling table. Searching around, he spotted it on the tiled floor by the balcony.

He rarely frowned.

Wondering—was this stun gun too weak? Or was Jiang Ran’s electrical resistance too strong? Waking up so quickly?

Whatever, no matter—since he’s already awake, dwelling on this is pointless.

Now.

“You clown, you have no principles in how you conduct yourself or affairs. We agreed on a gamble-with-your-life game—whoever loses gives their life. The gamble-with-your-life game hasn’t ended yet, and you already resort to dirty tricks.”

Jiang Ran’s icy gaze seemed to drop the surrounding temperature by several degrees.

The clown resumed his broad smile: “That’s because you cheated.”

The clown used cheating as an excuse—after all, he’d already broken the game;
whether he could detect Jiang Ran’s cheating methods didn’t matter anymore.

Jiang Ran sneered: “And you didn’t cheat?”

The clown laughed broadly: “No, I didn’t cheat.”

That’s right—there was one more point: the clown believed from start to finish that he hadn’t cheated.

Because his behavior constituted cheating at cards.

You might ask—isn’t cheating at cards just cheating?

Who said? Cheating is two characters;
cheating at cards is three characters.

The clown was simply playing word games—I cheated at cards, not cheated.

Same with Wang Tao last time.

From beginning to end, he claimed he didn’t cheat.

Because he was cheating at cards.

“Say whatever you want, I can’t be bothered to waste words with you.”

Jiang Ran now stood up, stretching his muscles and bones, apparently preparing to take action, with no intention of continuing to argue with the clown. Ready to directly finish off this clown.

Seeing this, the stun gun in the clown’s right hand continuously emitted sizzling blue electric sparks, seeming quite confident about the upcoming fight.

After properly stretching, Jiang Ran stepped closer to the clown.

When about a meter away, the clown also moved.

His movements were swift and fierce, his right hand impossibly fast, the stun gun heading straight for Jiang Ran’s heart position.

This attacking motion was countless times faster than when he attacked the main personality Jiang Ran last time.

But despite being countless times faster.

When the stun gun was still ten centimeters from Jiang Ran’s heart, the clown’s wrist was firmly clamped by Jiang Ran’s left hand.

No matter how much force the clown exerted, his right hand couldn’t break free from Jiang Ran’s left grip.

“Too slow, too weak.”

“If you were one of those horror movie ghost clowns, I’d definitely be helpless against you—after all, you wouldn’t be human.”

“Unfortunately, you’re not one of those ghost clowns—you’re just a person.”

“As long as it’s a person, I’ve never been afraid.”

Jiang Ran said coldly.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep