Chapter 152: Chapter 111: Titan God Brigade, The Invincible Lionheart's Warning, Russian Roulette (4K)_2

"Brother, you're amazing!"

Qiao Ying sat next to him, clasping her hands together, her voice sweetly exclaiming in shock.

The admiration and obsession nearly spilling out of her eyes could make any adolescent's head spin.

Xue Jing just smiled and didn't speak.

Qiao Ying silently clenched her teeth, thinking to herself that this man was incredibly difficult to deal with, completely unmoved by her reaction.

But the flames in her heart, fanned by Xue Jing's indifference, burned uncontrollably wilder, bordering on madness.

'I must have him...'

'If all else fails, even by force...'

Qiao Ying thought fiercely.

Although that would ruin most of the fun, she couldn't stand it any longer. If she couldn't have him, she felt she would surely suffocate.

Unaware of the strange thoughts of the woman next to him, Xue Jing pinched his chin, thinking to himself:

"It seems I really can become a Gambling God."

Unfortunately for others, he possessed an absolute cheater's tool in almost all gambling games—the ability to see through cards.

With Visualization True, once he saw the cards and got enough information, he could immediately visualize what each covered card was.

Like now, playing blackjack, being able to see the dealer's hole card guaranteed his win rate, and seeing each card that would be dealt next let him understand the entire hand's direction from the start.

It was simply a god-mode with some rules and restrictions...

He couldn't lose, simply could not lose.

As he was lost in thought, a booming voice suddenly echoed nearby.

"Hey, you seem quite skilled."

Xue Jing tapped his fingers on the table and turned around.

A tall and robust man who made his suit bulge stood beside him, looking down at him with an emotionless gaze.

Xue Jing's gaze lingered briefly on the faint scars visible on the man's face.

"Interested in gambling a couple rounds with me?"

The man spoke in a flat tone.

Before Xue Jing could reply, Qiao Ying, who was beside him, stood up, her pretty face turning cold as she said, "Wei... what are you trying to do?"

However, the man seemed not to have heard her and completely ignored her, his gaze fixed on Xue Jing.

The surrounding onlookers sensed that the atmosphere seemed off, and the noisy scene started to quiet down.

Xue Jing eyed the two individuals with Alien Implants and after a moment's consideration, replied with a smile:

"Sure, what do you want to bet on?"

Upon hearing this, the man reached into his suit and, to everyone's surprise, pulled out a silver revolver and slammed it on the table.

The presence of the dangerous firearm instantly drew exclamations from the surrounding crowd.

"A gun!? Is that real?"

"What does this mean, betting with guns? Russian roulette?"

Some quick-thinking staff members, seeing the man draw a gun, immediately left the scene to call security.

Perhaps it was human nature's curiosity, or disbelief that it was a real gun, but most people, upon seeing such a dangerous object, did not leave but instead watched on with great interest.

Qiao Ying's expression changed as she slammed her hand on the table, biting back, "Wei... don't go too far!"

Her slap was so powerful that it was entirely at odds with her appearance; the large table tilted and almost flipped over before finally settling back down under gravity's pull.

Chips and cards scattered across the floor with a loud clatter, and the revolver fell to the ground.

The tall man finally turned his gaze to her, his expression still void of emotion as he said:

"Excessive? The excessive one is you. Do you even know what you're doing?"

Qiao Ying stiffened, unable to respond.

The man turned his gaze back to Xue Jing.

"As you can see, Russian roulette. Are you in or not?"

At that moment, a multitude of footsteps sounded; the crowd of onlookers parted, and Security Chief Chen Liang came through with a group of people.

He looked around and seeing Xue Jing, he paused and hesitantly said:

"Mr. Xue?"

Xue Jing didn't look at him, but gestured dismissively with his hand.

Chen Liang understood, it was a sign for him to stay out of it.

He nodded silently, holding his team back and joined the spectators.

Xue Jing picked up the revolver from the ground.

The silver gun was beautifully designed, much larger than a regular pistol, with a lengthy barrel, indicating a large caliber revolver.

Not being a military enthusiast and paying little attention to the firearms of this world, Xue Jing couldn't recognize what model the revolver was, but its appearance alone conveyed its tremendous firepower, far beyond that of a regular pistol.

'It's like shooting a Hong Kong gambling film; things are getting interesting...'

Xue Jing was amused, placed the revolver on the table, stood up, and looked directly into the man's eyes, interest evident in his voice:

"Alright, then let's have some fun. What's the stake?"

Qiao Ying, who was standing by, suddenly became anxious upon hearing this.

"Little brother, this is no joke, people really die! He's a madman, don't pay him any attention, can't we go do something else?"

Qiao Ying pulled at Xue Jing's sleeve, looking at him with pleading eyes.

Before having a showdown with this guy, how could he possibly die?

Qiao Ying had a strong premonition that if she did not get this man, she would definitely be left with a lifetime of regret and emptiness.

Would she have to sleep with a corpse then?

The tall man gave Xue Jing a deep look: "Rare, you've got guts."

He picked up the revolver on the table, removed the cylinder, then took out a brass-colored bullet from his pocket and inserted it into one of the chambers.

The cylinder was closed and he gave it a spin with his hand, causing it to rotate inside the gun's frame, and then it stopped.

"The rules are simple, rock-paper-scissors decides who goes first, the winner of rock-paper-scissors can choose whether he or the opponent fires the gun first."

"The chosen person points the gun at their own head, they can fire as many shots as they want, but they have to fire at least one."

"There's only one bullet in the gun, the other five are empty, which means that within six shots, one is definitely a live bullet."

The man paused here.

"As for the stakes... if you survive, I give you ten million Zhuxia currency."

"If you die... no other price is needed."

The man said indifferently. Searᴄh the novёlF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

His goal was to stop Qiao Ying from fooling around and wasting time; just killing this youngster was enough, he didn't need any other stakes.

He knew exactly after which shot the bullet in the revolver would fire, now he just needed to win the rock-paper-scissors, choose to go first and this young man would be as good as dead...

And as for rock-paper-scissors... heh.

"You talk as if you've already won..."

"But I find it interesting, I agree."

Xue Jing said with a slight smile.

Qiao Ying, beside him, clutched Xue Jing's sleeve, shaking her head desperately:

"No, don't agree, you're going to lose, it's certain, you'll really die!"

The people around were excitedly buzzing with discussion:

"They're really going to play Russian roulette, that revolver is real!"

"Never thought I'd see this kind of scene on a cruise, money well spent!"

"I'm a bit scared to watch, but I really want to see it!"

Ignoring Qiao Ying's attempts to dissuade him and the commotion around, Xue Jing said with a light chuckle:

"Shall we begin?"

The man gave him a penetrating look: "Interesting kid... I'll remember you."

He extended his arm, and Xue Jing did the same.

"Rock paper... scissors!"

Both raised their arms and swung down simultaneously.

The tall man's gaze hardened, and a blue light flashed in his left eye, with countless invisible data flickering and moving within it. Find joy in m _v _le _mpyr reads.

From the tilt in Xue Jing's eyes, to the twitching of his arm muscles, to the possible extensions of his hand...

All the data was continuously analyzed by him, and ultimately, he drew his conclusion.

Rock: 12%

Scissors: 57%

Paper: 31%

Most likely scissors, huh...

No matter, regardless of your move, in the final instant, I will change gestures at a speed you cannot see, and you will lose no matter what...

The man thought this, and in the instant when their palms stopped, he saw Xue Jing's gesture.

It was actually paper...the data analysis wasn't very accurate.

The man quickly changed his palm to scissors at a speed imperceptible to the human eye.

And then, the result was revealed.

The man showed scissors.

Xue Jing showed rock.

"It looks like my luck isn't too bad, I win."

Xue Jing held up his fist-shaped hand and said with a light laugh.

The man's pupils contracted suddenly.

This... how is it possible!?

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