Laughing Clown in Pirates

Chapter 5 5. Gladiator Rebellion

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

That was the day he was taken away by the Tianlong people, and his wife cut it off and gave it to him.

Once a man is bound, 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 fragrance from that strand of hair.

It was the smell of sunshine and shampoo, the smell of baking bread, the life of the past.

For Spartacus, that was everything.

He could see this when he closed his eyes, the sun was shining on their warm-colored eaves, his wife was washing the dishes, Sato was sitting on the bed playing with her dolls, and Monet was combing her long light green hair in front of the mirror.

The roses in the corner of the wall should be blooming this season, and my wife will always cut one and put it in the vase on the dining table.

On weekends, Little Granose would clamor to watch heroic dramas.

He just let her ride on his shoulders, and the sugar would lie on his head, giggling and laughing happily.

The commotion interrupted the man's memory.

From the commotion, he heard the crisp sound of the key ring being shaken, as well as the whistle blowing into tune.

The tone is leisurely and leisurely, but it has a weird taste.

The slight commotion was quieted down first, and the gladiators quietly looked at the clown who was taking a small leap.

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 it, and he still walked up to Spartacus with his little jumping steps and whistling happily.

"Normal! The innermost! Is the strongest!" the clown shouted amidst the banging of the railing.

"He is, the clown!" said the long-handed gladiator next door, laughing.

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

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

Spartaka stared indifferently at the jumping man in front of him, and did not speak.

"Can you calm them down, we don't have much time!"

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

"Shut up the fuck!"

Spartacus roared, the knocking sound gradually stopped, and the cell barely remained silent.

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

"Hey, are you blind, didn't you see my old lady!" the nine-snake island female warrior with eight-pack abs yelled dissatisfied.

"It was my fault, ma'am."

The clown bowed in apology.

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

"Didn't you put it short, you bitch!"

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

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

Naturally, the gladiator in the cell did not sit still, he punched suddenly when the hand floated in front of him.

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

The cell fell silent instantly, the clown turned around coldly, looked around, and smiled brightly.

"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 are still eating hot pot and singing, and we will be robbed by the Tianlong people with a bang!"

"I won't let you leave after seeing it!"

"If you don't follow him, you might kill your whole family!"

"Then what should we do, let's go!"

"That's why I came here. If I want women but no women, I want good wine but I don't have good wine. I guess I'm only half full! And I have to be a fucking slave for people's entertainment!"

"I still have to struggle to the death!"

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

"But the Tianlong pigs are indeed powerful!"

"Where is your family, who are your friends, they all know!"

"Now you have two paths."

The clown stretched out two fingers, his eyes were cold.

"First, I let you go, you fled like this, and then you were chased by the Holy Land garrison like a mouse, and barely escaped. It is estimated that CP agents drove a warship and wiped out your whole family. They are waiting for you at your house Well. They can do it, and they can do it."

"There's the second one, me! Let you go! Do whatever you want! Go get revenge! Go tear the Tianlong girls off their beds and put them under you! Go kill those pigs, bathe in their blood, let Let's see what a man in the sea is!"

"Roar! Revenge! Revenge!"

The gladiators knocked on the railing together, and the clown flew out his hands, tearing the slave collars around their necks one by one!
"What about you?"

The clown turned and looked at the man in front of him!
"I want revenge and go home!"

"Uh, hahaha!" The clown covered his stomach and laughed wildly!And gave him a thumbs up, "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 still see you, I will let you repay the favor."

The clown smiled indifferently, and helped Spartacus open the cage.

"What's your name."

"Spartacus"

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

"I think we're going the same way!" laughed the clown.

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

And the clown walked towards the exit unhurriedly. Before the exit, he even picked up the black umbrella that was placed beside him.

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

Explosions continued in the distance, and human screams were heard from all around!

At this time, the dungeon is empty, and all the beasts have been released!
(End of this chapter)