He definitely came for himself!

Akira Kashima was extremely confident.

Perhaps in a previous case, the clown guessed his identity as he did, so he planned this action.

What exactly does he want to do?

Kill yourself?

Or let yourself fall completely?

Or are you simply trying to fight wits and courage with yourself to decide the outcome?

All are possible!

The specific reason is unknown, but he knows that he must answer this question now, otherwise Hero Tezuka and the other people on the scene will be in danger.

For now, the auxiliary ability brought by Akira Kashima using the magic hand skill is the best choice.

After all, magic not only tests techniques, but also has keen insight, observation and calculation skills.

The clown's hands were very stable, and there was no blood flowing out from the box, but this did not mean that Hero Tezuka's hands were not injured.

If the knife is not pulled out, blood may not flow out so quickly.

Look at Hero Tezuka's expression basically has not changed at all, only some tiny beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, but this also does not mean that he is patient or because of simple nervousness.

"I'm beaten!"

"Mr. Tezuka is now injured."

Akira Kashima observed for a while, then said firmly!

"How is that possible? Mr. Tezuka didn't even frown. If ordinary people are stabbed into their palms by knives, even if they can be patient, they cannot move without moving, right?"

"I guessed wrong, now it's over! I can even think of what the Joker said with my butt."

"He is dead, maybe the next answer is us!"

...

"bingo, congratulations on your answer right!"

The clown suddenly picked up the box and pulled it out with a knife.

A stream of blood was brought out, as bright red as the mandala on the other side, and a few drops fell on the clown's white gloves and gradually became blemished.

It's like flowers blooming.

It was not until this time that a slight pain appeared on Heizuka Tezuka's face, but just as the clown turned his head, his expression disappeared again.

He can tolerate these things, but he doesn't want to be seen as if he is out of control by the clown.

"Mr. Tezuka is actually injured!"

"It's so strong, Mr. Tezuka, who was stabbed straight into his hand with a knife, and he really didn't react at all. This is a man! If I can go out alive, I will definitely vote for Mr. Tezuka in the mayoral election in a while!"

"The following is the rewards. Since you guessed the 50% chance this time, your reward is..., guess again! Hahaha, I'm very happy, right?"

Then the clown once again held the napkin box on Hero Tezuka's hand, but the table was already covered in blood.

But this time the knife was inserted quickly and accurately, and they didn't seem to be hindered, and they heard the sound of the knife coming into contact with the wood.

"Okay, you can guess if there is another wound on Mr. Tezuka's hand now?"

Akira Kashima fell into deep thought again. He guessed it right just now, but the clown still chose to continue to torture.

But even if I guessed it right again, the clown will definitely continue, knowing that he had made mistakes.

At this moment, Akira Kashima suddenly found that there seemed to be one missing person in the crowd present.

Tan Zhen Benchuan, gone!

And just now, the old man standing in front of him sat peacefully in the seat. This should be his father. Tan Zhen Benchuan Fuqing's face was full of solemnity, but he didn't feel so much fear.

In addition to his understanding of Tan Zhen Benchuan, he should have left in the chaos as soon as something happened.

If he guessed correctly, he might be waiting for an opportunity in the background now.

"What? Can't you guess?" The clown smiled happily, raised his gun with his other hand and slowly pointed it at the rich woman before.

"If you don't give an answer within three seconds, I will randomly select a lucky audience to reward you."

"Save me, say it quickly. No matter what you say, please give me an answer!"

The rich woman was very scared. When she saw the black gun pointing at her, she burst into tears on the spot and shouted in despair in the direction of Akira Kashima.

“3.”

“2.”

"No! There are no new wounds on Mr. Tezuka's hands!"

With the last second left, Akira Kashima hurriedly shouted!

"Hahaha, I'm worthy of being Mr. Tezuka's personal bodyguard, and I guessed it right again!"

As the clown said, he was about to lift the napkin box again.

But at this moment, a person suddenly jumped out of the backstage!

It’s Tan Zhen Benchuan!

He did leave first while the chaos was the first to take advantage of the chaos, but did not leave the hotel, but came to the backstage.

Then he kept lurking there.

Taking advantage of the moment when the clown lifted the napkin box and focused on the bodyguard, he rushed out directly!

He came behind the clown at an extremely fast speed. A backhand grabbed the clown and let go of his hand in pain. The pistol fell to the ground and made a crisp collision sound.

A sudden change occurred!

No one in the clown's hands could threaten everyone's weapons. Seeing this, the others hurriedly screamed and ran towards the door.

Tan Zhen Benchuan was afraid that the clown would pick up the pistol again, so he kicked it away immediately.

But his move also made the clown completely react, and he grabbed the flaws and kicked Tan Zhen Benchuan hard on the head, then held a fierce knife in his hand and pulled the Tezuka Hero on his neck.

After just running two steps, he was about to take advantage of the chaos to rescue him, Akira Kashima stopped again.

The fully armed policeman waiting outside just broke into the door.

"The performance is not over yet, please... well...be calm down, okay?"

The situation was once again controlled by the clown.

Although most of the people attending the cocktail party have run away, new armed policemen have flocked in to become new audiences.

The clown's smile on his face became even brighter at this moment.

Everything is under control.

"Hehehe...hahaha..." He laughed loudly, and even tore the corner of his mouth that had not yet been completely healed due to his violent smile. Scarlet blood from the blooming flesh flowed down from the corner of his mouth, but the clown seemed to be unable to detect the pain at all.

"Hahaha... I didn't expect it..."

"New audience... put down the guns in your hands and threw them away, otherwise I can't guarantee that I will accidentally cut Mr. Tezuka's throat~"

"And you haven't won this competent bodyguard..."

“So now…”

The clown smiled proudly. Hero Tezuka's life is still in his hands. It doesn't matter if others run away. He has the most important bargaining chip in his hands.

Although he didn't know what Akira Kashima wanted to do, he knew that this would destroy Akira Kashima's plan.

But before the clown finished speaking, Akira Kashima sighed and bowed to the stage: "Sorry, Mr. Tezuka, I can't think of any way to save you, so please allow me to resign to you now."

After the words came, the clown looked at Akira Kashima in amazement... Why did you leave like this? I will kill him!

But the Hero of Tezuka, who was held hostage by the clown, looked at Akira Kashima deeply: "Okay, I agree, you can leave now."
Chapter completed!