Chapter 296

Weasel is a cultural man.

At least he thinks so.

He always felt that his previous life was either Liu Yong or Nalan Rongruo. No matter how bad Li Qingzhao was, he had to be a graceful school with a touch of sadness.

Thinking of this, Huang Shulang suddenly felt less afraid. For the graceful people, death is just another color of sadness.

"Listen to me, boy."

The weasel slowly sat on the chair, spit on his palm, rubbed it twice, and then stroked his oily and shiny middle parting hair back.

"You also look like a cultural man. I Huang Rongruo will give you a 50% discount today and gamble with you with only five points of skill. If you still lose, I can't blame you!"

The weasel's words were calm and relaxed. He had the demeanor of an expert pointing out the younger generation, which stunned everyone in the audience. They all lamented that big brother is big brother. With this demeanor, who dares to say that there are more powerful people in Jiangbei than brother Huang?

"Boss Huang, aren't you called a weasel? How did you become Huang Rongruo?"

Soon someone found something wrong and asked curiously.

The weasel spoke slowly, "Guan Yu, the word cloud is long, I weasel, the word looks like, understand?"

The man gulped down a mouthful of saliva. "Brother Huang is a cow. He is really uneducated!"

A group of people around also gave a thumbs up to the weasel, "cultural people are cultural people. Boss Huang is really awesome!"

The weasel was calm, nodded and smiled. No matter whether he was really literate or not, at least at this moment, he was completely forced.

The highest level of pretending to force is to pretend to believe even yourself.

"You first, or me first?"

The weasel smiled at the man with glasses and looked like a family.

In contrast, the spectacle man's aura is weak, not a bit. He trembles and says, "you... You pick."

With an indifferent smile, the weasel grabbed the revolver directly from the table, then stuffed a bullet into it, turned the revolver with a puff, and then closed it with a pop. The action was called a flowing cloud and water, which shocked the whole audience again.

"I think you are very nervous. As an elder, I think I have the responsibility to shoot first to strengthen your courage and let you know that death is not terrible at all, but just a faint sadness."

Then the weasel pointed his gun at his temple.

He was smiling and his eyes were firm. If his legs were not trembling under the table, maybe even ye Wuji would think that weasel was an expert who just regarded death as a touch of sadness.

"Lao Huang......"

Qin he clenched his lips. Although he never had a good face for the weasel, he always regarded him as his own person and didn't want to see an accident happen to the weasel.

The weasel turned his head and smiled at Qin he calmly, "brother, in the next life, I'll let you be the eldest brother."

This sentence of friendship for thousands of years moved everyone nearby. I felt that brother Huang was simply too great.

He not only has an extraordinary bearing and regards death as a touch of sadness, but also a person who values love and righteousness. When facing the critical moment of life and death, he doesn't forget to say goodbye to his "little brother".

Ye Wuji, who only knows the truth, is full of black lines. He thinks that if there is a costume competition in the world, it is estimated that only the weasel will participate, because no one in the world is qualified to be his opponent.

Just as the weasel was about to pull the trigger, the man with glasses suddenly shouted, "wait!"

"Hahaha, good!"

The weasel suddenly laughed, but soon realized that something was wrong. He quickly withdrew his expression, resumed the style of an expert in the world, and said to the man with glasses, "why? Don't you want to gamble?"

"Alas, in fact, I've always done things from beginning to end. However, seeing that you are so young, I decided to make an exception. You go. I won't embarrass you."

The magnanimity of the weasel won the applause again, and everyone gave a thumbs up one after another, "brother Huang is a cow!"

"Brother Huang is powerful!"

"Boy, thank you, brother Huang!"

The weasel enjoyed this feeling very much. When he was ready to make a forced speech to the public, the man with glasses suddenly shook his head and said, "that's not what I mean."

As he spoke, he took the gun, stuffed three bullets into the runner, closed it, and gently pushed it in front of the weasel.

The weasel was stunned. "What do you mean?"

The glasses man said timidly, "one bullet is not enough. Add a few more, brother Huang. You can continue."

"What!"

The weasel's face went crazy!

This revolver has a total of eight slots. If only one bullet is put, it is one in eight. He can bite his teeth and force.

But now there are three more bullets, plus the previous one, a total of four.

In other words, there is a half chance of death.

If it's just gambling, half the probability is high, but it's gambling!

If you lose money, you can win it back, but there is only one life!

"No, no, you didn't say a few bullets just now. Young people can't cheat."

The weasel argued.

The man with glasses shook his head gently. "I'm not cheating. There's a scale on the handle of this gun."

The weasel looked intently, and sure enough, he saw the pattern of four bullets engraved on the handlebar, and his face suddenly became iron blue!

There is a rule in the Russian death turntable. The number of bullets engraved on the handlebar indicates that the number of bullets must be at or above the scale.

In other words, the glasses man did not cheat, but did it according to the rules.

"Then why didn't you say it earlier!"

The weasel blushed and had a thick neck.

The man with glasses didn't mind. "You took the gun before I started talking."

The weasel clenched his teeth, "then you first!"

The man in glasses shook his head again. "Russian death roulette game, you can't go back."

"I..."

The weasel was so anxious that he almost cried, but in full view of the public, if he cheated, he would not only completely destroy the casino, but also collapse his own people's facilities and then die socially.

If you want to pretend to force again in the future, it won't be so simple.

"Brother Huang, don't be afraid, shoot!"

"I believe you can do it!"

"Death is a touch of sadness for you!"

"Brother Huang, we'll take good care of you. If something really happens, we'll take you to Cao county to settle down. Brother Huang, don't be afraid!"

The weasel looked up 45 degrees at the ceiling chandelier.

He has looked up at the stars from such an angle countless times. Every time he looked up at the stars, he felt very sad.

But this time, he just wanted to delay time.

"According to the rules, if the gunman doesn't have the courage to shoot, can he find a wrong person?"

At this time, a calm voice suddenly came from the side.

The crowd followed the voice and saw that he was a young man with plain appearance.

The man with glasses nodded, "you can help him."

The weasel's face changed wildly, "who are you? Who wants you to help..."

Before he finished, ye Wuji gently raised his hand. Before the weasel had time to respond, the bright silver revolver appeared in Ye Wuji's hand like a magic trick.