The atmosphere in the room was heavy. Jiangnan grinned. “One in four odds, I’m still coming out ahead.”
But An Ning, Chen Chen, and the others couldn’t stay calm. Chen Chen shouted, “Boss, let me do it.”
Wang Tie, eyes red, roared, “Get lost, I’ll do it.”
“Boss, let me take it.”
The bald crew behind Jiangnan scrambled to volunteer, stunning everyone present. Rofi and Andre looked on with admiration. To inspire such loyalty, Jiangnan was a true boss. The Group of Elites felt uneasy, Xu Xiao’s face darkening. In a life-or-death moment, the difference was clear.
Jiangnan snapped, “Shut it. Quit squabbling over nothing.”
Russian roulette? He wasn’t scared. A spatial wormhole at his temple ensured that if the gun fired, he could redirect the bullet to anyone he chose. He’d be fine. But exposing his spatial ability now was risky. With Andre’s cautious nature, it could jeopard the deal. Andre’s game was just a way to thin the crowd. Too many players meant Wild Bear might not walk away clean, even if the deal succeeded. Without the nuke, their leverage was gone. A simple transaction, but deeply calculated.
Even without using his ability, Jiangnan wasn’t fazed. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a bright red cherry, and popped it into his mouth, chewing. Sweet and tart, like a real cherry. Everyone froze. What was he doing? In a life-or-death game, he was eating a cherry?
[Resentment value from Andre +666.]
[Resentment value from Wei Changsheng +666.]
Jiangnan picked up the revolver, aimed at his temple. Hearts raced. An Ning and Su Rui’s eyes filled with worry. Katerina tensed, ready to act if the gun fired, though saving Jiangnan would be a gamble. Lucky cherry, time to make him the luckiest guy in the room. Still, Jiangnan didn’t trust the system’s notoriously tricky nature. He opened a wormhole at his temple, the other end aimed at Wei Changsheng. No way he’d risk his own life. Double insurance.
He pulled the trigger. Click. Empty. An Ning and the others exhaled. Wei Changsheng’s face darkened; he was next.
Andre laughed, “Brothers…”
Click. Click. Two more empty shots cut Andre off. Everyone stared, wide-eyed. In the time it took to speak, Jiangnan fired twice more, unflinching, not even blinking. His team was stunned. Rofi, Raksha, and Xu Xiao were floored. A one-in-four chance of death, and he fired three times? Was he fearless? Was his life a freebie?
Katerina broke into a cold sweat. An Ning’s hands shook. Yet Jiangnan remained calm. What kind of mental fortitude was this?
He grinned. “This luck, I’m almost regretting chasing nukes. Scratch cards at the lottery shop sound better.”
His team was speechless. Andre was baffled. Scratch cards? Win a nuke with those?
Jiangnan tossed the revolver to Wei Changsheng. “Your turn, mate. Left you a lucky shot.”
Wei froze. Six chambers, five empty. Rofi and the Group of Elites used two. Jiangnan fired three empties. The last one was surely the bullet. Certain death? How could he play? Delete his account?
[Resentment value from Wei Changsheng +1000.]
All eyes were on Wei, some gloating. He gritted his teeth. “Is there even a point?”
Andre said coolly, “What, breaking my rules? Then it’s not just one death.”
[Resentment value from Wei Changsheng +1000.]
Wei glared at Jiangnan. Couldn’t he play normally? Three shots, leaving no way out? He grabbed the gun, aimed at a subordinate behind him, and fired. Bang. A Blood Alliance member clutched his chest and fell. The rest paled, faces grim.
Andre took the gun, loaded another bullet. “Keep going.”
Raksha was silent. Another round. Rofi went first, aiming at his temple. Bang. The bullet spun through his head, blowing half of it away. No blood, his head turned to water, then reformed, hair untouched. Faces sank. Rofi said calmly, “Guess my luck’s off.”
Off? He wasn’t even fazed. Water-based ability, body elementalized. Golden-tier fighters were barely affected by firearms.
Jiangnan’s eyes lit up. “Bloody hell, your head’s full of water? The legendary waterlogged brain?”
Katerina burst out laughing. Everyone struggled to hold it in. Rofi’s cool moment, ruined by Jiangnan’s quip.
[Resentment value from Rofi.Capone +999.]
Andre said, “Continue.”
Xu Xiao spoke up. “This isn’t fair. We should rotate who goes first. Earlier shots have the advantage.”
Andre sneered, “As you like.” His eyes held contempt.
The Group of Elites went first. Click. Empty. Jiangnan took the gun, grinning, and aimed at his head. Click. Click. Click. Click. Four shots.
His team was shocked. Andre’s eyes bulged. “Bloody… hell.”
Rofi was stunned. What insane luck? What kind of man was this? Was this how you played roulette?
Wei Changsheng sobbed. “Jiangnan, damn you. Enough already.”
Four shots, all empty? Was the gun broken? Wei grabbed it, aimed at a subordinate. Bang. Another fell.
“Damn it.” [Resentment value from Wei Changsheng +1000.]
Three subordinates down in moments. Finally, Wei’s turn to go first. He sighed in relief. No more Jiangnan’s demonic luck. One in six. He had to win one. Aiming at a subordinate, he fired. Bang. Another down.
The room fell silent. Jiangnan gaped. What rotten luck. To hit that?
He roared with laughter, slapping his thigh. Wei was broken. This game was great, just costly on subordinates.
[Resentment value from Wei Changsheng +1000.]
Raksha was speechless. Wei, give us a chance. Five rounds, and they hadn’t touched the gun. They wanted to play too, but Wei’s “generosity” left no room.
This story is pure fiction. Dangerous actions, don’t try this at home. Ahem.
