297: C297 I Want to Raise the Stakes

C297 I Want to Raise the Stakes

"Fuck, you..."

Just as the weasel was about to snatch the spear, Ye Wuji suddenly made an unimaginable move.

He shook his wrist lightly and the silver wheel bounced out with a bang. Then, he lightly tapped on the table and two yellow bullets bounced up high.

Swoosh!

Ye Wuji's hand, which was holding the gun, swiped forward. The two bullets were accurately inserted into the groove of the bullet. Then, with a swoosh, they spun quickly for a second, and with a bang, they returned to their original position.

This series of smooth movements of playing with the gun shocked everyone present.

Was this a f * cking movie?

"What do you mean?"

The bespectacled man was puzzled.

Ye Wuji smiled faintly and said, "According to the rules, the wrong person can increase the number of bullets, right?"

The bespectacled man slowly nodded. " But..."

"That's enough!"

Ye Wuji interrupted the other party, then turned around and pointed the muzzle at the weasel's head.

"Wow!"

The weasel screamed in fear. Just as it was about to run, Ye Wuji grabbed it by the shoulder and held it firmly.

"I'm f * cking digging your ancestral grave! F * ck, don't f * cking... "

Crack -

Before the weasel could finish speaking, Ye Wuji had already pulled the trigger gently.

A crisp sound of metal hitting metal could be heard.

The weasel was so scared that it looked like it had been splashed with cold water. Large beads of sweat fell down.

The entire hall was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.

A few seconds later, the weasel let out an Ah sound. It jumped up from where it was standing. "F * ck, I'm not f * cking dead. Hahahaha, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck, f * ck! Brother, you're awesome. I'll treat you to a big sword tonight. Hahahaha! "

The rest of the people who came to their senses also made clicking sounds of amazement. They felt that this matter was really too unbelievable.

"Mr Ye, what kind of operation was that just now? You even broke out in cold sweat!"

Qin Hee also had a lingering fear. When Ye Wuji had added bullets into the gun, he had thought that Ye Wuji wanted to do something.

But he never expected Ye Wuji to shoot at the weasel after adding bullets. He wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

Luckily, the gun did not make a sound.

"Hey, kid, it's your turn!"

At this moment, the weasel couldn't care less about the culture setting. It was filled with the emotions of revenge. He provoked the bespectacled man and said, "Let's make this clear first. If you want to give up now, you won't have a chance. If you don't dare to shoot, I, Mr Huang, would be happy to be your middleman."

At this moment, everyone looked at the man in glasses as if they were looking at a dead man.

There were eight bullet slots and six bullets. At this moment, there was an empty gun.

In other words, if the bespectacled man wanted to survive this shot, there was only an 80% chance of survival. This was no different from courting death.

However, the glasses-wearing man's emotions did not change much.

Just like before, he had a timid and weak appearance, as if death was already within his expectations.

"Please help me with the gun, thank you."

The bespectacled man politely extended his hand towards Ye Wuji.

This calm and unflinching aura once again conquered everyone present.

Many people also gave a thumbs up to the bespectacled man, praising his courage and boldness!

As for the weasel that was like a hero just now, it was now left at the side, and they could not help but feel a huge drop in their hearts.

"Kid, stop pretending. Just say it out loud if you're afraid. It's not like anyone is laughing at you. Is there any meaning in forcefully holding on like this?"

The weasel said loudly, "Just tell the truth. Are you afraid? If you're afraid, I'll take it as you meddling with the wrong person. Don't worry, my luck has always been pretty good. Maybe you can still win."

To the weasel, posturing was his belief and dignity. Therefore, he would never allow anyone to be more pretentious than him. He would think of all sorts of ways to expose the other party's little thoughts.

However, the bespectacled man replied very calmly, "I'm not afraid. I'm really not afraid. Look, I don't even sweat."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the weasel's wet clothes, hair, and pants.

"I..."

The weasel's face turned red. "I'm sweating because I'm afraid of the heat. Seriously, bro, stop talking nonsense with him. Hurry up and give him the gun."

As the weasel spoke, it impatiently stretched out its hand to grab the gun.

At this moment, he only wanted this Four-eyed Chicken to die earlier. Otherwise, he would definitely flip the car today.

However, at this moment, Ye Wuji made an even more inconceivable move!

The weasel's hand had just reached over when Ye Wuji suddenly raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at his own temple!

The air instantly froze.

This scene made everyone instantly petrified on the spot. They felt that their brains were unable to react in time.

Even Qin Hee had entered a momentary state of confusion.

"That shot just now was from you and the casino. This shot was a bet between us. I'll shoot first!"

"If you lose, give me your life. If you win, not only will I guarantee that you will leave this place unharmed, I will also give you an additional 30 million!"

Ye Wuji said slowly.

Hiss -

As soon as he said that, the crowd gasped.

"This person probably didn't take any medicine!"

"I saw something wrong with him just now!"

"So he's a madman. Looks like Boss Huang got lucky just now!"1

Everyone was talking about it. The weasel had just dried some sweat, but now it was pouring out like raindrops again.

"Damn you. I thought you were an expert just now, but I didn't expect you to be a madman. D * mn, if it wasn't for my big life, I would have died in your hands!"

The weasel cursed with fear lingering in his heart.

"Ye..."

Qin Hee came back to his senses and was about to speak when he saw Ye Wuji raise his hand to signal him to calm down.

"Do you dare to accept it?"

Ye Wuji's eyes calmly fell on the man in glasses, turning a blind eye to the discussions around him.

However, the man in glasses had a strange reaction. When he almost died just now, he was very calm, as if nothing had happened.

However, the risk had already been transferred out, and there was still a 30 million bet that could be said to be a guaranteed win. However, he did not readily agree. Instead, he had a troubled look on his face, as if he was looking for something.

A few seconds later, the bespectacled man suddenly let out a sigh of relief. He nodded vigorously and replied, "Receive!"

"Okay!"

Ye Wuji smiled faintly and slowly pulled the trigger with his index finger.

The air in the hall seemed to have frozen.

Everyone held their breaths. Some of the more cowardly ones even closed their eyes, not daring to face the bloody scene that followed.

Qin Hee clenched his fists. His body was covered in cold sweat. He could not understand why Ye Wuji would suddenly do this.

Only the weasel was shouting at the side. He said with a sarcastic laugh, "Do you need a cushion? Otherwise, it would be ugly if it exploded."

Ye Wuji smiled faintly. "Thank you, there's no need."

Immediately after, his index finger suddenly bent!

Crack!

A crisp sound of metal colliding could be heard.

At this moment, everyone present opened their mouths wide at the same time!

Another empty gun!

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