Heath Ledger felt that the smell of inferior oil paint on his face made him nauseous, but facing the enthusiastic audience in the audience and their enthusiastic praise and compliments, he felt less uncomfortable. He even had time to appreciate the person who had always been there for a while.

Think of the beautiful woman's perfect breasts that are ogling you, and imagine the softness and size there, but that's only limited to your imagination.

Heath Ledger smiled self-deprecatingly, but because he was covered in thick paint, his smile looked even more funny. The audience surrounding him began to point at him, and he suddenly felt like a

A novel animal that is only watched by people.

What a terrible idea. Heath Ledger looked at those people who seemed a little tired and began to leave, feeling a little unmotivated.

After receiving the last gangster who claimed to want to learn from him and politely rejecting him, Heath Ledger casually pressed a switch next to the stage.

The old and huge magic lamp finally went out, and the song ended.

Heath Ledger walked backstage. He needed a basin of water to wash off the disgusting and smelly low-quality oil paint on his face, and then talked to the boss about today's share issue. After all, he had once again saved the circus, and that handsome boy

A bastard leader like a pig can never default on his debt.

The shabby backstage was lit with unpleasant-smelling rat oil lamps. The poor-quality oil illuminated the poor-quality lights. The other people in the circus sat in the dim shadows and looked at him. Their eyes flashed like mice in the dark shadows.

Green light. The light of jealousy.

"Not bad, Mr. Clown, it's really a wonderful performance." One of the wretched men playing with the throwing knife said something neutral.

"Of course, he is our savior." Another man playing with throwing knives said exaggeratedly, but his sinister tone revealed a disgusting smell.

"I want to give him a baby..." The fat man playing with the roller seemed to have remembered the embarrassing incident on the stage, and imitated the voice of a woman in the audience and shouted.

The three people laughed shamelessly. Heath Ledger looked at them expressionlessly, not caring about their ridicule at all, and began to prepare to wash his face with water.

In fact, as a circus pillar-like figure, these people should not and dare not show any disrespect to him, but they dare...

Heath Ledger picked up the rough linen cloth and soaked it for a while, and was about to wipe it on his face. At this time, someone called him: "Heath Ledger, my Mr. Clown, thank you so much for saving my circus again."

Group." Although he was saying thanks, the smile on the face of the obese middle-aged man who walked out of the shadows looked hypocritical.

Heath Ledger twitched the corners of his mouth, and his expression was completely invisible due to the paint on his face, "Then..."

"Oh, oh, no, no, no, I mean, tomorrow's performance is all up to you, you are so good." The obese middle-aged man shook his head regretfully, but there was a contemptuous smile in his eyes.

meaning.

"Then the contract of sale between me and my sister..." Heath Ledger spoke again.

"Young man's contract, don't worry, young man, we didn't agree that as long as you perform well enough, I will destroy them." The middle-aged man showed a playful smile in his eyes, my poor little ant, don't even think about escaping.

The palm of my hand.

Others didn't react much when they saw the boss coming, and just exchanged a few words with him, because they only signed a work contract with the middle-aged leader, but Heath Ledger, the clown, signed a work contract with this middle-aged leader.

The fat man signed the deed of prostitution. Although deeds of prostitution have become rare since the establishment of the alliance, they still exist. Those who have the deed of prostitution can legally enslave the poor guy who signed the deed of prostitution.

This is also the reason why these guys dare to mock Heath Ledger without restraint.

Heath Ledger stopped talking. He listened to the pig-like middle-aged man and a few other bitches talking and laughing. He vaguely heard a few words about his sister and couldn't help but frown.

At this time, the curtain was opened again, and the thin girl selling tickets at the door came in. Seeing Heath Ledger washing his face there, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thin but white hands and walked towards Heath Ledger.

"Brother, let me help you."

"Jessica, no need, I'll do it myself." Heath Ledger showed a real smile for the first time. Although his face was full of paint, the sincere emotion seeped out from his black eyes.

"Yes, Jessica, you'd better not do this kind of rough work. I'll feel bad if it hurts your little hand." The middle-aged fat man smiled and walked over to block the path of the thin girl Jessica.

The plump hands began to stretch towards Jessica's white arms.

Heath Ledger frowned, looking at the greedy and lustful look in this middle-aged man's eyes that had been showing off since Jessica was fourteen, and squeezed the linen in his hand, "Captain Sako, I

My sister is still young."

The fat middle-aged leader named Sako smiled indifferently, and his smile became even more arrogant: "Not small anymore, not small anymore." As he said this, he glanced at Jessica's thin breasts.

"Yes, yes, Jessica is a big girl." Others responded and gathered around, all showing unspeakable smiles.

Heath Ledger couldn't sit still anymore. He put down the half-dried towel in his hand, grabbed Jessica, protected her behind him, and stared at the group of people in the dim light.

A man like a hungry wolf.

"Go away." Heath Ledger's voice was hoarse, and the low-quality oil paint on his half-wiped face turned into red and green lines, which looked hideous and terrifying under the dim light of the butter lamp.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Mr. Clown, you are trying to rebel." The man rolling the cylinder pointed at Heath Ledger with some pretentiousness.

Heath Ledger looked at the finger that was about to poke his face and just whispered: "Get out."

"You..." The obese man took a step forward and tried to push Heath Ledger, but Heath Ledger threw him away, knocking away the basin of washing water and leaving colorful water stains.

It spread on the ground, like the blood of some kind of animal.

The scene seemed extremely embarrassing. The leader of the group, Sacco, who had instigated the whole incident, coughed and said, "We are all our own people, why bother?"

When the others heard what Sacco, who was the only one qualified to teach Heath Ledger, said this, they had no choice but to stop in anger. After all, they still had to rely on Sacco to make a living.

Sako waved his hand to disperse the other people, and began to walk out. When he was about to disappear, he turned his fat face and said in an inexplicable tone: "You can't escape from me.

In the palm of your hand.”

Jessica's little face instantly turned pale, and her face, which was already malnourished and looked sickly, looked even more abnormal at this moment.

Heath Ledger touched his sister's face with some distress, "Sister..." but he didn't know what to say.

The two of them were speechless and began to clean up the knocked over washbasin under the dim light. Who knows how Sako would make things difficult for their brother and sister if they didn't clean it up.

Heath Ledger, who was squatting on the ground, suddenly found himself covered in darkness. When he wanted to look up, he found a man wearing a black top hat squatting in front of him.

"Why don't you resist?" The man in black dress played with the card in his hand, "You obviously have such a powerful ability."

Heath Ledger looked at the man who appeared inexplicably and said inexplicable words. He was stunned for a moment and said: "This is a private space. I'm afraid you are in the wrong place, sir."

"Why don't you resist?" The man playing cards repeated his question.

Heath Ledger was silent for a moment but hesitated, "This is none of your business."

"Why don't you resist?"

Jessica, who was standing aside, seemed to be unable to bear the repeated questions from the card-playing man, and seemed to be stimulated by the series of incidents. She shouted hysterically: "Who are you? What qualifications do you have to say?

You don’t know anything about these words, you don’t know anything-”

Heath Ledger frowned, stood up, hugged his somewhat nervous sister, turned his face and said in a cold tone: "Sir, please leave, my sister doesn't like you."

The man looked at Heath Ledger's terrifying face with horizontal paint and laughed out loud: "Yes, that's how it should be."

The man laughed inexplicably, and then he stopped laughing. He took out his pile of cards and handed them to Heath Ledger and said, "Pull one, and I'll leave."

Heath Ledger glanced at him warily, casually picked out an old card and turned it over.

A man is hung upside down on a cross.

"The Hanged Man..." The man shook his hat, showed that inexplicable smile again and started to retreat.

"Your cards."

"Send it to you." The man who was about to disappear into the shadows narrowed his eyes and looked at Heath Ledger, "I am looking forward to your growth, Heath Ledger."

"Oh, and remember my name, Drizzt, a man destined to dominate an era."

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The night began to darken, and the incomplete moon revealed its ferocious sharp corners from the clouds.

This was an ordinary night in the 212th year of the New World Calendar in Valoran, as ordinary as usual.

This was destined to be a night that should be recorded in history books. On this night, the men who would later be called the Devil's Big Three got together for the first time, even though they didn't know each other at that time.

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Second update. Another large chapter of nearly 3,000 words.

I'm very tired from writing, and I'm a little out of shape, so I'm late. Sorry.

Still asking for a vote.
Chapter completed!