Lucky Cruise Ship
Chapter 613: Winning and losing
Inside the ‘Integrity First’ livestream room, the audience seemed to haven’t recovered from the gamble just now.
[What just happened?]
[…Won?]
[Yes, no, how did he win?]
[I just re-watched the screen recording frame by frame, but I couldn’t find where he cheated…]
[Did his luck really turn?]
[Actually, it’s not surprising. After all, there are two bullets now. It’s normal even if the anchor hit by luck. A person can’t be unlucky forever.]
[It might not be strange for others, but for the anchor… well… those who understand, understand.]
While the audience argued endlessly, the still-warm revolver was handed back to Mesvis.
According to the rules, as long as either party in the game was hit, or the bullets were used up, the current round would end, and a new round would begin.
Mesvis gave Wen Jianyan a deep look and reached out to pick up the revolver.
He opened the cylinder and loaded bullets again.
One.
Two.
“Wait a minute,” Wen Jianyan frowned and said, “The previous bullet hasn’t been ejected yet.”
Mesvis spun the cylinder and finally snapped it shut with a click. Only after doing all this did he slowly raise his eyes to look at Wen Jianyan:
“I know.”
“Don’t forget, our game will gradually upgrade.”
Words said when Mesvis first put two bullets into the cylinder, except that everyone didn’t pay much attention to it at the time.
He slowly revealed a smile:
“Believe it or not, unfortunately, I didn’t make these rules.”
In the “Integrity First” livestream room chat:
[Wait a minute, holy sh*t.]
[I suddenly realized, so the previous rule that a round ends when bullets run out was foreshadowing for this…]
[So, if you want a higher survival rate in the next round, it’s best not to leave any bullets.]
[…Damn, isn’t this rule forcing both parties in the game to shoot at their own side?]
Six-round cylinder, three bullets.
Mesvis weighed the revolver in his hand, then slowly raised his hand, pointing the muzzle straight at the center of Wen Jianyan’s brow.
In the “Integrity First” livestream room chat:
[Ahhh no, you too?]
[I feel like I’m going to get a heart attack from this round—!]
“…” Wen Jianyan’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. He slowly raised his eyes, looking at the muzzle pointing straight at his brow.
Under the harsh light, his pupils shrank to pinpoints, making his irises appear even lighter, cool and thin like mist.
There was no expression on his pale face as he waited calmly.
Not far away, everyone’s hearts were in their throats.
Thump thump, thump thump. The sound of blood pumping beat against their eardrums, hammering their temples one by one.
They gritted their teeth. The atmosphere in the air became almost unbearable.
Click.
A dry sound rang out.
…Thank goodness.
It was an empty chamber.
Even though the second half had only started for a few minutes, the atmosphere was already suffocatingly tense.
Since the first shot was empty.
Thus, the right to fire the second shot passed from Mesvis to Wen Jianyan.
Mesvis nonchalantly played with the chips in his hand, raised his eyes, and watched coldly as Wen Jianyan took the revolver away.
Since he didn’t cheat this round, this really became a game of pure luck.
The probability of hitting the opponent with the first shot was one-half, which was already very high. Even if it turned out to be an empty chamber leading to a transfer of shooting rights, he wouldn’t lose all chances of winning because of it—calculating overall, if he aimed directly at Wen Jianyan with the first shot, the win rate would be far higher than one-half.
This was why he chose such a strategy.
So what about you?
Mesvis slowly raised his eyes, looking meaningfully at Wen Jianyan sitting across the gambling table.
What kind of strategy will you choose this time?
Or…
How will you cheat?
Mesvis didn’t blink. His pupils, already far larger than a normal person’s, were like a falcon’s or a high-precision camera, firmly capturing the opponent within his field of vision. Sharp teeth pressed against his lower lip, revealing a hungry and greedy smile.
He wouldn’t let go of any slight movement from Wen Jianyan, nor any clues that might leak from it.
Across the gambling table, the pale-faced young man lowered his eyes and raised his hand to pick up the revolver on the table—the heavy firearm was a bit too much for him now. His fingers sank slightly under the pressure, almost being dragged back onto the table.
But he weighed the revolver in his hand and quickly readapted to its weight.
Trying to hear the position of the bullets in the cylinder by shaking the gun? Or trying to judge the direction of the bullets through the slight weight change of the gun body?
Mesvis narrowed his eyes.
Unfortunately, both were impossible.
Although this revolver was structurally ordinary, it could prevent anyone else from peeking inside by any means.
The rules didn’t allow cheating. So, just as no one could see the internal structure when the bullets were loaded, no party could feel the difference between a loaded and unloaded gun.
This was actually bad news for Mesvis.
After all, having been immersed in the casino for so long and being a “manager” detached from ordinary identity, all his senses were far superior to humans. No one knew the weight of a revolver better than Mesvis, nor could anyone hear the subtle sounds of bullets shaking inside better than him.
If the gun itself wasn’t cheat-proof by rules, no one could survive a round against him.
Across the gambling table, the young man adapted to the weight of the gun. He raised his hand, pointing the black muzzle straight at his own temple.
This was also normal.
After all, the three bullets Mesvis pressed into the cylinder were consecutive. So, after confirming the first shot was empty, the probability of the second shot being empty was higher than a live round—higher, but not by much.
Mesvis stared unblinkingly at Wen Jianyan sitting across the table, waiting.
Click.
Empty chamber.
Mesvis felt a bit regretful.
This empty shot didn’t seem to affect Wen Jianyan much.
His movements didn’t change, eyelashes half-lowered, expression calm as a pool of water.
The finger on the trigger didn’t move away but began to apply force again—
The audience in the ‘Integrity First’ livestream room were going crazy.
[Ahhh! Wait wait what are you doing again!!]
[No, no, there are only three empty chambers in total this round, right? And it has already been fired twice, I remember correctly, right?]
[Bro, bro! I call you bro, I beg you don’t go crazy ahhh!]
[The rest are almost all live rounds. Big bro, wake up, how can it be three empty rounds in a row!]
Everyone in the team couldn’t stand still either.
“What is he doing?” An Xin paced back and forth, eyes focused on the gambling table not far away, unable to hide the anxiety on his face. “Committing suicide?”
Chen Cheng didn’t speak, just lowered his palm silently.
“Calm down.”
Wen Ya crossed her arms with one hand. Although her voice remained steady, her fingers were deeply digging into her flesh, seemingly suppressing some impulse.
“Trust the captain; wait for his command.”
Everyone stared fixedly at Wen Jianyan’s movements, cold sweat seeping from their foreheads due to pressure. They had worked with Wen Jianyan long enough to know that he wouldn’t walk into a death trap unprepared, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t be on tenterhooks because of it.
Wen Jianyan raised his eyes.
The finger on the trigger pressed down without hesitation.
“!!!”
Everyone’s gaze focused on Wen Jianyan’s back, breathing stopping in unison the moment his finger pressed down.
“—Click.”
Empty chamber.
It was actually another empty chamber.
“…”
The moment the third empty shot landed, Mesvis’s pupils contracted for a second.
What?!
His upper body leaned forward, even the fingers that had been playing with the chips stopped. His eyes stared deadly, almost incredulously at Wen Jianyan sitting opposite, his gaze sharp enough to pierce through him.
How did he do it?
How is it possible?
As the casino manager, Mesvis had enough confidence in his eyesight. No one could escape his eyes when he was fully focused.
But… he found absolutely no sign of the opponent cheating.
Wen Jianyan raised his eyes, looking straight at the gloomy-looking Mesvis opposite. He chuckled lightly, his voice weak as always:
“Oh my.”
“So sorry.”
In the “Integrity First” livestream room chat:
[…Won?]
[…Huh? Did I see it right? Really won?]
[So unreal… why do I feel like I’m dreaming…]
[Anchor, are you still the unlucky guy in my memory… or have you been possessed by someone?]
Not to mention the audience, even the others were stunned.
Admittedly, the results of these two rounds weren’t completely impossible probability-wise.
But the problem was, anyone who had run instances with Wen Jianyan knew exactly what kind of luck he usually had.
Let alone such an extreme luck-based game unrelated to strength, even in an instance with the most ordinary difficulty, under the superposition of various low-probability events, they would always be pushed into the most difficult situations.
And this time… he actually started to get lucky consecutively? And it was this life-staking level of luck?
This was simply unbelievable.
On the gambling table, the game continued.
Wen Jianyan raised the muzzle. The pitch-black muzzle didn’t move an inch, pointing at Mesvis sitting across the table.
He smiled: “I appreciate your concession.”
Mesvis didn’t speak, but his face was so gloomy it looked like water could be wrung out of it. He looked directly at the muzzle pointing at him, his gaze cold.
“Bang!!!”
The gunshot resounded through the entire second floor of the casino, deafening.
On the table, the blood-red chips on Mesvis’s side began to slowly dissolve, eventually leaving only one last chip.
The aftershock of the gunshot seemed to still echo in their ears. Everyone couldn’t recover for a long time.
They instinctively looked up at Wen Jianyan not far away.
The young man remained motionless.
His back was straight, not turning back. In the uncontrollable crazy torrent, he was like the only reef standing firm.
“Cough cough.”
Someone coughed twice.
Now, Wen Jianyan had only one chip left, and so did Mesvis.
In a situation where one side was greatly lagging behind the other, the situation on the field was inexplicably leveled again.
It had only been a few minutes since the start of the second half.
But now, everyone felt like they had walked through hell. Their muscles were hot from excessive tension, and layer after layer of cold sweat had unknowingly appeared on their backs, sticking their clothes firmly to their skin, very uncomfortable.
“One last round left.”
Looking at the human youth sitting across the gambling table, whose face was pale enough to collapse at any moment, Mesvis revealed a fake smile.
“How about it? Want to rest a bit more?”
Wen Jianyan raised his eyes listlessly: “No need.”
He pulled at the corners of his pale lips, giving a short, light chuckle. Even though his tone was calm and devoid of hostility, it sounded inexplicably mocking: “At this point, there’s no need to stall for time, is there?”
Mesvis’s eyes held no warmth, but his smile widened slowly: “In that case, let’s continue.”
Since both sides only had one last chip left, whoever won this round would win the entire game.
This time it was Wen Jianyan’s turn to load.
Two brand new bullets were filled into the cylinder again. Adding the two live rounds remaining from before, there were a total of four.
Remember, the cylinder only had six chambers in total.
Now it was being filled with four bullets.
By now, this gamble had almost turned into a suicide game.
This time, Wen Jianyan’s first shot was finally no longer aimed at himself. He took a deep breath, raised the muzzle, and pointed it straight at the opposite side.
He didn’t hesitate, but pulled the trigger directly.
Empty chamber.
In the “Integrity First” livestream room chat:
[…]
[Okay, it’s over.]
That’s right, now it’s really over.
Now there was one empty chamber and four live rounds left in the gun.
Surviving this round was simply hellish difficulty.
Mesvis stared deeply at Wen Jianyan. After a long time, he leaned forward and picked up the revolver.
There was no need to shoot at anyone else now.
He raised the gun, pointing it straight across.
Wen Jianyan’s heart skipped a beat. He raised his eyes, meeting the dark muzzle.
In the “Integrity First” livestream room chat:
[Ahhhhh… I dare not look anymore…]
Behind Wen Jianyan, everyone’s bodies were taut as bowstrings.
Their gazes were fixed on Wen Jianyan’s back, waiting quietly.
As long as Wen Jianyan gave any signal.
Any signal—
But Wen Jianyan didn’t.
The corners of Mesvis’s mouth widened. The finger on the trigger pressed down, the revolver turning—
Click.
The barrel made a strange sound.
Mesvis paused. He looked down at the revolver in his hand. A few seconds later, he let out a weird laugh.
“Haha.”
He opened the cylinder and tipped it out. A bullet stuck in the chamber fell with a clatter and rolled away.
—It jammed.
In the “Integrity First” livestream room chat:
[Ah?]
[This… the gun jammed?]
[This must be a one in ten thousand probability, right? And isn’t this still under the control of rules for gambling with a manager? Logically speaking, it’s absolutely impossible for the anchor to tamper with the gun!]
[Even if the anchor really cheated, could he cheat to this extent? I think this is no longer something humans can do; it has completely entered the realm of metaphysics…]
[Holy sh*t, wait a minute, the person above reminded me… I think I know what happened!]
Seeming to be enlightened by a bullet comment, some viewers suddenly realized.
Soon, a few minutes later, a clip was sent into the livestream room.
However, unlike what most viewers thought… this wasn’t a clip from the gambling process between the two.
But from before the start of the second half.
In the video, the young man stood in front of the private room door, his face very pale under the light. He leaned over and took the unfinished cocktail from No. 8.
The playback speed of the video was suddenly slowed down.
The camera focused, zoomed in, and zoomed in again.
The young man’s slender little finger was half-hooked. A glass tube hidden in his palm tilted with his movement. Clear, yellow, honey-like liquid dripped down, creating small ripples on the surface of the cocktail.
[Ah? No? What did he drip into the drink?]
[I can’t recognize it…]
[Me neither. Is this some item? Has the system store sold this thing?]
[No, absolutely not; otherwise, I would definitely remember.]
Just then, some viewers woke up from a dream:
[Holy sh*t, I remember, I’ve seen it in this instance!]
[Ah? Where?]
A picture was sent to the livestream room.
A bit blurry, seemingly a livestream screenshot.
In the shot, Wen Jianyan turned away from the gachapon machine with a dejected expression. Behind him, the surface of the gachapon machine had strange stickers. The picture on it was a small glass bottle containing golden potion, with the name of the grand prize written next to it:
‘lucky liquid’.
[Ah?]
[Ah?!]
[Wait, but I remember he didn’t draw it? And I remember he didn’t go back to Floor B3 to continue drawing gachapon later, after all, he wiped out the welfare floor back then—]
[Yes, it was that time.]
[Ah?]
[Don’t you remember? When leaving Floor B3 for the last time, Tong Yao, under Wen Jianyan’s prompt, grabbed three gachapon capsules and left. And she left all three to the anchor in the end. Until now, he has only used the first two, but the item obtained from the last capsule has never been used.]
The video speed returned to normal.
Wen Jianyan raised his head and drank the cocktail in one gulp.
“Thanks, it was delicious.”
The young man said with a smile.
Because of the zoomed-in picture, he seemed to be looking at all the audience. His long, narrow eyelashes blinked, hiding the childlike cunning underneath.
[I wondered why he asked No. 8 to mix drinks before, and still had the mind to joke with people in that situation…]
[No wonder he looked completely unhurried during the halftime break. He clearly only had one chip left, yet still had the mind to persuade No. 8 to cooperate with him. So it was because of this.]
[…I’m dumbfounded. Bro, you can really hide.]
The bullet that failed to fire rolled to a corner of the table, hit the edge, and made a soft ding.
Wen Jianyan deftly withdrew his gaze, directing it at Mesvis sitting across the table.
Strong light fell through his eyelashes, casting mottled shadows in his eyes.
No one knew his luck better than himself.
He wasn’t a madman, nor did he intend to risk his life.
As a genuine coward, if he wasn’t sure of surviving, he would never have sat at one end of the gambling table.
It could be said that the reason Wen Jianyan chose to gamble with Mesvis was precisely because he had a backup plan—he knew it was almost impossible to cheat in front of a casino manager like Mesvis. The opponent’s means and eyesight wouldn’t be worse than his, and because he had detached from human identity, might even be better. Then, the only thing he could “manipulate” was his own luck.
Losing the first two rounds was normal.
This was also what he expected from the beginning.
Wen Jianyan needed more evidence to prove the relationship between winning/losing the gamble and Mesvis. He also needed to use the most efficient way to utilize all the time the item was effective—as long as losing the next round meant certain death, then every subsequent round would only be a win.
Similarly, he couldn’t reveal this trump card to his teammates in advance.
Mesvis was an overly excellent gambler. Once his teammates’ expressions and reactions leaked the secret and were noticed by Mesvis in advance, the opponent might stall for time until the item’s effect ran out.
However, the fact that the shot just now didn’t hit Mesvis still shocked Wen Jianyan.
He wasn’t sure if it was because the item’s duration was almost up, or if the degree of luck he needed to leverage the situation exceeded the limit the item could provide…
But either way, it was bad.
“This kind of unexpected situation didn’t appear in the rules. However, I did fire and missed, so…”
Mesvis put the revolver back on the table and pushed it towards Wen Jianyan. On his face, which was clouded just now, a smile slowly appeared again:
“Your turn.”
“…”
Wen Jianyan’s gaze lowered, landing on the revolver on the table.
Even though things were developing in the desired direction, for the first time, he felt hesitation.
Admittedly.
What he should do most at this time was to fire the last shot that decided victory or defeat at Mesvis before the item’s effect expired—but the problem was, even if his act of using an item to “cheat” was completely within the rules, Mesvis couldn’t be unaware of it. As the manager who knew the casino best, how could he so easily hand over the right to fire the last shot?
Cold sweat had seeped out of his palm at some point.
Why did Mesvis do this?
Did he have a backup plan, or know some information Wen Jianyan wasn’t aware of?
Or was this just a psychological strategy?
After all, the longer the delay, the longer this shot wasn’t fired, the lower his chance of winning.
“…………”
Even when Mesvis had three chips and he only had one left, Wen Jianyan hadn’t felt such strong pressure.
He had two choices now.
Either continue the gamble, or overturn the table.
Neither was the best choice.
Mesvis still looked at ease, the item clearly showed signs of expiring, and Blond had only vaguely located the position of the opponent’s heart, not waiting for the moment Mesvis was thoroughly exposed.
And there were three other croupiers on the field.
Whichever choice was made had great uncertainty.
Like a person standing blindfolded in front of a cliff, unsure which way to go would lead to the abyss.
In the air, a tense atmosphere was brewing, pressing people to near suffocation.
Finally, Wen Jianyan moved.
He leaned forward, grabbed the pistol, and held it in his palm again.
What to do?
Continue the gamble—or… kill?
Wen Jianyan’s muzzle raised, pointing straight at the center of Mesvis’s brow.
Eyes met.
The atmosphere pressed on people’s chests like a boulder, clogging their throats like cotton.
Invisible strings were taut, seeming ready to break at the weakest point in the next second.
“…”
Wen Jianyan’s lips moved, softly spitting out short words.
—”Do it.”
The moment his voice fell, the pressure that had accumulated to the limit just now, waiting for a command, erupted immediately!!
Several gazes pointed straight at Mesvis, carrying undisguised sharpness.
Kill!
This was their goal from the beginning, and also the signal they had been waiting for a long time.
Instantly, the situation on the field changed drastically. Everything that could barely be considered orderly just now was dragged into disorderly chaos without warning.
Wen Jianyan felt his arm being pulled back by a powerful hand. After a bout of spinning and dizziness, he vaguely glimpsed the position where he was just sitting being crushed into powder by an invisible force in the blink of an eye.
The gambling table was overturned in the fierce battle, chair fragments scattered all over the ground, and several knife marks were deep in the floor.
And Mesvis had retreated several meters away from the combat zone at some point.
“Stupid.”
The smile on Mesvis’s face was like a mask. However, unlike his unchanged face, his figure began to expand rapidly.
Becoming huge and pitch-black, like sludge.
At the same time, the remaining croupiers also unsurprisingly entered a combat state.
“Truly stupid.” The face atop the sludge cackled.
Wen Jianyan’s bodily functions had reached their limit. Under intense dizziness, his consciousness was intermittent.
He lost consciousness briefly.
When he woke up again, the battle had developed to a terrifying extent.
The stench of blood sprayed when sharp blades cut through flesh polluted the air. He heard the sharp explosion of An Xin’s arrows cutting through the air, the clanging of chains, chaos coming from all directions.
Roars and shouts vibrated and impacted his eardrums.
Human blood splashed on his side face, its temperature briefly warming his skin.
Wen Jianyan raised his eyes.
The entire second floor of the casino was unrecognizable.
Walls, floors, everywhere was sludge, blood, chips, and various scattered fragments.
Knife marks, dents, and scorch marks were everywhere, making the former appearance of this salon almost unrecognizable.
And Wen Jianyan was left in the relatively safe rear.
He tried his best to lift his eyelids. Stars exploded before his eyes, the edges of his vision shaking and darkening—his stamina had reached its limit during the gamble just now, and he only held on until now with tenacious willpower.
It took Wen Jianyan a while to finally barely identify and analyze the current situation amidst the chaos.
Before the second half began, they had already formulated the strategy:
Cut the snake head directly, kill Mesvis first.
But the troublesome part was that the remaining croupiers were not low-ranked and were very tricky. Even though they closed in at the fastest speed, they were uncontrollably pinned down.
Chen Cheng, Wen Ya, and Chang Feiyu were entangled by one of them. Chen Mo was barely resisting a croupier’s attack with chains, and An Xin was drawing his bow behind him—
Wen Jianyan’s breath hitched.
In this situation, they definitely didn’t have any advantage.
The longer this bitter battle lasted, the more disadvantageous it would be for them.
From not far away came Blond’s hoarse shout—
“Three meters off the ground!! To the left!!!”
“Now, his heart is in the deepest part—!! Quick!!”
Wen Jianyan’s vision focused.
Not far away, on Mesvis’s massive body, huge knife marks and bone-deep scorch marks remained. In the depths of the slowly healing flesh, he clearly saw a heart wrapped in black mucus.
—”When the game reaches the final stage, whoever finds an opportunity, kills.”
No time to think.
No chance to hesitate.
Wen Jianyan used his last bit of strength, gritted his teeth, and raised the muzzle.
His weak body was forcibly pulled, tasting the familiar rust in his mouth.
Finger pressing down hard, pulling the trigger.
—”Bang!!!”
A deafening gunshot rang out, the bullet spinning towards that heart.
Time seemed to fall into a brief stagnation.
The moment the bullet sank into the heart, weird ripples seemed to slowly spread in the air.
The disguise disappeared.
What was hidden below wasn’t a heart, but the face of a croupier dying with eyes wide open.
His body lost control and fell from three meters high.
And behind the croupier, the real, slowly beating ugly heart emerged.
Blond’s face turned pale instantly. He saw the whole process from the bullet leaving the chamber. Every frame in his eyes was like slow motion—he saw the tremor of the opponent’s body caused by impact when the bullet touched the skin, and at that moment, pitch-black, asphalt-like substances released from the bullet. They grew, multiplied, and devoured as if alive. During the process of being devoured by that strange existence, the croupier wasn’t without struggle, but his flesh struggled to heal, yet such “tenacity” was useless.
Just a few seconds later, the asphalt submerged his body.
The croupier twitched twice and died.
Ma Qi’s talent wasn’t wrong; there was no problem with the gun.
The real problem was the bullet.
“—!”
Wen Jianyan’s pupils shrank suddenly.
Although he didn’t see all the details clearly like Blond, Wen Jianyan could still tell… Mesvis did this on purpose.
Since the three chips weren’t all used up, Blond could only vaguely locate it.
And Mesvis obviously knew this too, so he hid one of the croupiers in front of his heart, then deliberately exposed the location of his heart to lure him to shoot.
His mind was blurry from being pushed to the limit, and his bodily functions could no longer operate normally.
Even so, Wen Jianyan still heard alarm bells ringing loudly.
His heart skipped a beat, and he looked up. Below Mesvis’s massive body, ripples appeared on the sludge-like surface, and that smiling face emerged again.
The pitch-black pupils with no whites visible looked straight at Wen Jianyan. Voices overlapping voices echoed from all directions. Endless oppression hit him, pressing heavily on his chest, making him unable to breathe.
“Rule number one.”
“Do not shoot at the opposing camp.”
Mesvis grinned and extended a hand. A thin, stick-like pale arm was pulled out from the massive body, stretched to an incredible length, and pressed on the surface of the shattered gambling table.
—”You violated the rules.”
In the ruins, the only remaining chip was accurately found and pinched in the twisted and deformed palm.
“Guess what the price is?”
Wen Jianyan’s face became paper-pale, pupils dilating instantly. He could feel his life force flowing out of his body rapidly along with his body temperature. Even breathing seemed too exhausting to achieve. A black curtain blocked his eyes bit by bit.
“No, no… President… President!”
Familiar voices came from all directions, but sounded so distant to his ears. Wen Jianyan was powerless to identify them.
He smelled the scent of death again.
Seemingly only inches away.
The flow of time also slowed down. Everything seemed to be getting darker and quieter… making one want to sink deeply into the pitch-black, lightless bottom of the water and never wake up again.
Until—
Ding.
A subtle sound fell, piercing the eardrum and smashing into the mind.
“—!”
Wen Jianyan sucked in a sharp breath of cold air and snapped his eyes open under strong tremors.
The fog covering his eyes and ears vanished abruptly. Everything became extremely clear again.
He heard Mesvis’s incredulous voice from above—”How is it possible? Why does he have a fourth—”
He saw a pitch-black chip, similar to nothing seen in the entire instance, fall from his chest pocket, spinning rapidly on the ground in front of him. Under Wen Jianyan’s gaze, the rotation speed gradually slowed down, finally falling face up in front of him.
The whole world was dead silent.
Wen Jianyan stared straight at that chip, as if the pause button had been pressed.
He recognized it was the black chip Dan Zhu threw to him before the instance started.
Since he never saw any similar item after the instance started, he never figured out its true face value, even forgetting its existence…
Until now.
—”Bang!!!”
A gunshot rang out without warning, tearing the silence.
In that instant, time seemed to resume its flow again.
Buzz… The eardrums were impacted by the violent vibration, emitting a sharp hum.
Wen Jianyan turned his head instinctively.
Blond stood not far away. His eyeballs were bright red, a line of bloody tears flowing down his eyelid, leaving wound-like blood marks on his pale skin.
He held a gun in his hand.
An ordinary gun.
A pistol that could be redeemed for twenty points in the system store.
The gun was scorching hot, smoke curling up.
He panted, fingers trembling, but still pressed firmly on the trigger.
“No—no—no—” The expression on Mesvis’s face became hideous and terrifying. His voice gradually rose, becoming sharp and high-pitched, piercing the eardrums like an awl, filled with incredulous misery. “I won’t, I couldn’t possibly, I won, I clearly—”
In the center of the massive, sludge-like body, a large hole was dissolved into that heart by asphalt, being rapidly devoured.
The gun was an ordinary gun.
But the bullet was special.
It was precisely the dud round Mesvis took out from the revolver just now, which hadn’t been fired.
It was knocked off the table during the battle and should have disappeared like that…
But it couldn’t escape the All-Seeing Eye.
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Author’s Note:
First confrontation, won but lost.
Second confrontation, lost but won.
Wonder if anyone noticed this parallelism (hopping around).
