296: C296 Me Weasel Rong Ruo!

C296 Me Weasel Rong Ruo!

The weasel is a cultured man.

At least that was what he thought.

He always felt that in his previous life, it was either Liu Yong or Nalan Rongruo. Even if it was not Li Qingzhao, it was fine. Anyway, he had to be a gentle and sentimental person.

Thinking of this, Huang Shulang suddenly felt less afraid. To the people of the Wanyue Faction, death was just another kind of sadness.

"Kid, listen up."

The weasel slowly sat on the chair and spat on his palm. After rubbing it hard twice, he stroked his middle hairstyle, which was always shiny and shiny.

"You look like a cultured person. I, Huang Rongruo, will give you a discount today. I will only use five points to bet with you. If you still lose in this way, you can't blame me!"

The weasel's words were calm and composed. It was as if he was an otherworldly expert giving pointers to the younger generation. Everyone present was stunned, and they all felt that their big brother was their big brother. With this kind of bearing, who in the entire Jiangbei would dare to say that there was someone more powerful than Mr Huang?

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

Soon, someone realized that something was wrong and asked curiously.

The weasel slowly opened its mouth, "Guan Yu, the words are long. I, the weasel, have the words Rong Ruo. Do you understand?"

The man swallowed his saliva. "Mr Huang is awesome. He is so cultured!"

The people around him also gave the weasel a thumbs up. "A cultured person is a cultured person. Boss Huang is really awesome!"

The weasel nodded and smiled calmly. Regardless of whether he was really cultured or not, at least at this moment, he had completely entered into a pretentious state.

And the highest realm of posturing was to act so pretentiously that even he believed him.

"You first, or me first?"

The weasel smiled at the bespectacled man, looking like a big shot.

In comparison, the bespectacled man's aura was much weaker. He said with a trembling voice, "You... you choose."

The weasel smiled calmly. He grabbed the revolver from the table and stuffed a bullet into it. With a puff, he turned the revolver and closed it with a bang. His movements were smooth and natural, shocking everyone once again.

"I see that you're quite nervous. As an elder, I feel that I have the responsibility to shoot first to strengthen your courage. I'll let you know that death is actually not scary at all. It's just a kind of faint sadness."

After saying that, the weasel raised the gun and aimed at his temple.

He had a smile on his face and a firm look in his eyes. If it was not for his legs trembling under the table, perhaps even Ye Wuji would think that the weasel was a master who only saw death as a slight sadness.

"Old Huang..."

Qin Hee bit his lips. Although he had never been nice to the weasel, he had always treated him as one of his own. He did not want anything to happen to the weasel.

The weasel turned its head and smiled at Qin Hee. "Brother, in my next life, I will make you my big brother."

These words of love moved the people around him even more. They felt that Mr Huang was simply too amazing.

Not only did he have an extraordinary bearing, but he also had a feeling of seeing death as a slight sadness. He was also a person who valued relationships and loyalty. When faced with a life and death situation, he did not forget to say goodbye to his "little brother."

However, Ye Wuji, who understood the truth, had black lines on his forehead. He thought that if there was a competition to show off in this world, perhaps only the weasel would participate, because no one in this world was qualified to be his opponent.

Just as the weasel was about to pull the trigger, the bespectacled man suddenly shouted, "Wait!"

"Hahaha, good!"

The weasel suddenly burst into laughter, but soon realized that something was wrong. It quickly retracted its expression and returned to the demeanor of an otherworldly expert. It said to the bespectacled man, "What's wrong? Don't want to bet anymore?"

"Sigh, actually, I've always had a beginning and a end to things. However, seeing that you're so young, I've decided to make an exception. You can leave, I won't make things difficult for you."

The weasel's magnanimity once again won the cheers of the entire hall. Everyone gave him a thumbs up. "Mr Huang is awesome!"

"Mr Huang is awesome!"

The crowd cheered. "Kid, hurry up and thank Mr Huang!"

The weasel enjoyed this feeling very much. Just as he was about to give a pretentious speech to the crowd, the bespectacled man suddenly shook his head and said, "That's not what I meant."

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

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

The man in glasses said timidly, "One bullet is not enough. Add a few more. Mr Huang, you can continue."

"What!"

The weasel's expression changed drastically!

This revolver had a total of eight slots. If he only placed one bullet, it would be one-eighth of the probability. He could still grit his teeth and act cool.

But now, he stuffed another three bullets in. Including the previous one, there was a total of four bullets.

In other words, there was a 50% chance that he would die from this shot.

If it was just gambling, the 50% chance would be considered high. But this was gambling his life!

If he lost the money, he could still win it back, but he only had one life!

"No, no, no. You didn't even say a few bullets just now. Young people can't go back on their word."

The weasel argued.

The bespectacled man shook his head lightly. "I didn't act shamelessly. There's a scale on the handle of this gun."

The weasel took a closer look and indeed saw the pattern of four bullets on the gun handle. His face instantly turned livid!

There was a rule in the Russian Death Wheel. The number of bullets engraved on the gun handle indicated that the number of bullets needed to be at or above the scale.

In other words, the bespectacled man did not cheat. He did it according to the rules.

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

The weasel's face was red and his neck was thick.

The bespectacled man said unhurriedly, "I haven't even started talking when you took the gun over."

The weasel gritted his teeth. "Then you first!"

The bespectacled man shook his head again, "The Russian Death Roulette game, you can't go back on your word."

"I..."

The weasel was so anxious that he was about to cry, but in front of everyone's eyes, if he went back on his word, not only would the casino be completely destroyed, but he would also cause his own people to collapse and cause social death.

In the future, if he wanted to act cool again, it would not be that simple.

"Mr Huang, don't be afraid. Shoot!"0

"I believe you can do it!"

"To you, death is just sadness!"

"Mr Huang, we have faith in you. If anything happens, we will drag you to Cao County and bury you. Mr Huang, don't be afraid!"

The weasel stared at the chandelier on the ceiling 45 degrees.

He had looked up at the starry sky from this angle countless times. Every time he looked up at the starry sky, he felt sad.

But this time, he only wanted to buy time.

"According to the rules, if the gunman doesn't have the courage to shoot, can I find the wrong person to make the mistake?"

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

Everyone followed the voice and saw that it was an ordinary-looking young man dressed in plain clothes.

The bespectacled man nodded, "You can help him."

The weasel's expression changed drastically. "Who are you? Who wants you to help..."

Before he could finish, Ye Wuji raised his hand gently. Before the weasel could react, the bright silver revolver appeared in Ye Wuji's hand like a magic trick.

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