The Laughing Clown in Pirate

Spartacus's room was in the innermost room of the dungeon, and at this time he was stroking his wife's green curly hair.

It was cut off by his wife and given to him on the day he was taken away by the Tianlong people.

Once a man is involved, he will not be passionate and will not die so easily.

Although the curly hair is not dirty, it has already been soaked with sweat.

Spartacus could smell the sweet fragrance from that strand of hair.

It is the smell of sunshine and shampoo, the smell of baked bread, and the past life.

For Spartacus, that was everything.

He could see this when he closed his eyes, the sun was shining on their warm eaves, his wife was washing the dishes, and little Monet was sitting on the bed playing with her doll.

The roses in the corner should be in bloom this season, and my wife would always cut one and put it in the vase on the dining table.

On weekends, little Monet would go to see the hero drama, and he would let her ride on his shoulders, while Monet would lie on his head and let out a happy giggle.

The commotion interrupted the man's memories.

From the commotion, he also heard the crisp sound of a key ring being shaken, and the sound of a whistle blowing in tune.

The tone is leisurely and leisurely, but it has a strange flavor.

The slight commotion quieted down at first, and the gladiators quietly looked at the clown who was taking small leaps of joy.

Then the sound of knocking on the railing gradually sounded, and the gladiators roared and howled.

"Hey, clown. Let me out!"

"Let me out, I have a treasure outside, we can go get it together!"

"Let me out...you son of a bitch!"

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But the clown ignored him. He still walked with his little jumping steps and whistled happily until he reached Spartacus.

"Average! The innermost one! It's the strongest!" the clown shouted amidst the noisy banging of the railings.

"He is indeed a clown!" the long-hand gladiator next door laughed loudly.

The clown grinned at the long-hand gladiator and looked into Spartacus' room.

"It's big! It's also very neat! The quilts are neatly folded! What a man!"

Spartaka stared at the jumping man in front of him indifferently and said nothing.

"Can you calm them down? Time is precious!"

The clown blinked, put a finger on his ear, and let out a short nervous laugh.

"Shut the fuck up!"

Spartacus yelled, the knocking gradually stopped, and the cell barely remained quiet.

"Gentlemen, time is precious, I will just say a few words briefly, cough!" The clown adjusted his clothes and took out a piece of paper from his pocket in a funny way.

"Hey, are you blind? You didn't see me!" The female warrior of Nine Snake Island with eight-pack abs shouted dissatisfied.

"I'm rude, ma'am."

The clown bowed and apologized.

"Gentlemen and ladies, I think we come from all over the world."

"You son of a bitch, didn't you say it briefly?"

"It is very rude to interrupt someone else's speech."

The clown floated out a hand and reached towards the cell.

The gladiator in the cell naturally did not sit still and waited for death. He waited for the hand to float in front of him and punched suddenly.

Then... there was a snap, and after being caught by the hand, the man's body split apart starting from his arm, and a pile of flesh and blood appeared on the ground amidst the shrill screams.

The cell fell silent instantly, and the clown turned around coldly and looked around with a bright smile.

"Ahem, I think we come from all over the world and work in different professions. We may be gangsters, gangsters, businessmen, pirates... In short, we should all have a great and bright future."

The clown finished reading a piece of paper, threw it down, and smiled sheepishly, making the gladiators' scalps tingle.

"But one day, maybe we were still eating hot pot and singing songs, and suddenly we were robbed by the Tianlong people!"

"If you like it, you won't let me go!"

"If you don't follow him, your whole family may be killed!"

"Then what should we do? Let's go!"

"So here we are, with women but no women, good wine but no good wine, and I'm probably only half-full of food! And I have to be their slave for their amusement and entertainment!"

"We still have to fight for life and death!"

The clown suddenly threw away all the pieces of paper, and there was no writing on them at all.

"But the Tianlong Pigs are indeed powerful!"

"They know where your home is and who your friends are!"

"Now you have two paths."

The clown stretched out two fingers, his eyes cold.

"First, I let you go, and you ran away like this, and then you were chased by the Holy Land garrison like rats, and barely escaped. I guess the CP agents had already driven a warship and wiped out your whole family. They are waiting for you at your house.

Well. They have the ability to do this, and they can do it."

"There is a second rule, I! Let you go! Do whatever you want! Go and take revenge! Go and take the Draco women out of their beds and press them under you! Go and kill those pigs, bathe in their blood, and let

Let them see what a man of the sea is!"

"Roar! Revenge! Revenge!"

The gladiators banged on the railings together, and the clown flew out his hands, splitting the slave collars around their necks into pieces one by one!

"And you?"

The clown turned and looked at the man in front of him!

"I want revenge and then go home!"

"Uh, hahaha!" The clown covered his stomach and laughed wildly! He gave him a thumbs up and said, "I want them all. You are indeed a mature man!"

Click! The metal collar around his neck split into several pieces and fell to the ground. Spartacus shook his shoulders, enjoying the long-lost freedom.

"I owe you my life, clown!" he said.

"If I can see you again, I will let you return this favor."

The clown smiled indifferently and helped Spartacus open the cage.

"May I have your name."

"Spartacus"

Spartacus stepped out of the cage, the light in his eyes had never been so bright.

"I think we're on the same road!" the clown laughed.

Spartacus almost rushed out of the cell, and he also took the giant sword and shield from the weapons rack.

The clown walked towards the exit calmly. Before the exit, he even picked up the black umbrella placed next to him.

He knocked on the umbrella, letting the flesh and blood on it slide off, then held up the umbrella and walked into the rain.

Explosions continued in the distance, and human screams were heard from everywhere nearby!

At this time, the dungeon is empty and all the beasts have been released!