Joker: Lord of Chaos

A pale-faced, thin man slowly walked into the conference room holding a utility knife. The corners of his mouth formed an incredible arc, and a charming smile appeared on his face. He turned gracefully on his toes with his eyes closed, and his hands swayed gently in the air, as if he was conducting a grand concert. Then he stopped in front of the gorgeous solid wood table in the conference room. The conference room was full of prominent figures with hands covering the sky, but no one dared to move. ... Those who love him regard him as a god, Those who hate him want to cramp and skin him every moment. This is the charm of this man, As he said, I am more like a thought, And ideas do not decay. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.