Some people around exclaimed.
"That's enough, stop shooting. You didn't fire a real bullet in the first three shots. There's a one-third chance that you'll die with each subsequent shot..."
"No, that's not how the probability is calculated... I forgot how it was calculated, but the probability that the next shot will be a real bullet is very high!"
"One more shot! I suggest you take one more shot. The three shots you've fired so far are all 'past probabilities'. They have little to do with the shot you're about to fire. We should take advantage of our good luck and continue to increase our chances of hitting the opponent!"
"Tsk, gambling dogs are really scary."
The surrounding noise did not affect the scene.
Xue Jing turned the safety of his revolver on and off, looking like he was considering whether to continue shooting.
He pinched his chin and said, "Well... I just want to ask, Mr. Wei, you are going to die soon, how are you going to give me the 10 million you promised me?"
“Can I transfer the money in advance?”
The man surnamed Wei looked at him deeply and said, "I won't go back on my word."
Xue Jing smiled and said nothing more.
He raised his revolver and fired a fourth shot into his own head.
“Click—”
The magazine rotated once more, still containing empty bullets.
The people around were in an uproar.
"Fourth shot! Four shots in a row missed!"
"Unbeatable, such luck! I suggest we just gamble on the fifth shot. One in two chances?"
"That's not how it's calculated. Although there is indeed one blank and one real bullet left, the calculation cannot be based on 'one shot and one missed'. You have to use 'the fifth shot out of six shots' to calculate the probability. This probability is much greater than one-half. I forgot the exact value."
"It's very simple. The first shot misses 5/6, the second shot misses 4/5, and the third shot misses 4/6. Multiply the probabilities of each shot together to get the final probability. Let me calculate (pulling out my phone)..."
"The probability that the fifth shot will still be a blank is one in six!"
"Hiss—then the probability that the next shot is a real bullet is more than 80%..."
"Switch guys! Give the gun to the other guy, you've basically won!"
Some people outside the venue began to shout suggestions to Xue Jing.
Xue Jing didn't say anything.
The man surnamed Wei had a blank expression on his face and seemed indifferent.
In silence, Xue Jing slowly raised his pistol and pointed it at his head, as if he was about to fire the fifth shot...
The man surnamed Wei's heart skipped a beat, but he forced himself to suppress his emotions and not show them on his face.
The fifth shot is a real bullet!
This kid is so arrogant that he actually wants to gamble that all five shots will go empty? He is courting death!
He stared at Xue Jing's finger on the trigger.
Press it, shoot, shoot!
The man surnamed Wei wanted so much that he wanted to go forward and help press the button himself.
He seemed to have seen the scene where the upper half of the boy's head exploded completely, with brain matter and blood splattered all over the place.
"… in the fifth shot."
Xue Jing thought to himself as he felt the tingling chill coming from his temple where the gun was pressed, as well as the instinctive warnings of resistance throughout his body.
Twin instincts.
His strong instinct finally responded when he was about to pull the trigger of the fifth shot after the first four shots were completely indifferent.
'This bet... I've already won since the end of the game of rock-paper-scissors.'
Xue Jing smiled and put down the revolver in his hand while watching the man surnamed Wei's twitching eyes.
"Well, it turns out that we still need to let Mr. Wei have some involvement. I'll leave the fifth shot to you."
He smiled and handed the revolver in his hand to the man named Wei.
"… "
The man surnamed Wei looked at the revolver handed to him in silence.
This gun was specially modified by him. It is extremely powerful and can penetrate an elephant from head to tail with one shot.
Although he has 'B3 protective membrane' and 'R2 golden muscle', and even has 'giant blood' implanted in his bone marrow, he has basically been transformed, and his bone hardness and hematopoietic ability are far superior to those of ordinary people.
A bullet from this revolver wouldn't be fatal to him... but if it was aimed at the head, it would at least be a serious injury.
Even if the bullet itself couldn't penetrate his body, the kinetic energy shock it generated would be enough to damage his brain.
Being seriously injured is not a big deal, but the problem is that he still has an important mission to complete...
The man surnamed Wei had a gloomy expression on his face.
Qiao Ying, who had been silent, also changed her expression.
She had worked with the man named Wei for a long time and knew his style of doing things very well, and she already knew what was going to happen next.
"Wei...are you sure you want to do this?"
Qiao Ying said loudly, with deep reluctance in her tone.
The man surnamed Wei reached out to take the revolver handed to him by Xue Jing, but instead of aiming at his own head, he aimed it at Xue Jing's forehead.
"ah?"
The people around were shocked and puzzled.
Xue Jing was pointed at with a gun, but his expression did not change. Instead, he sighed softly.
"It seems that Mr. Wei intends to go back on his word."
The man surnamed Wei said calmly:
"Ten million... I'll call your family."
"As for breaking your promise... Do you still remember the bet I mentioned at the beginning?"
As soon as these words came out, someone with a good memory in the crowd immediately recalled and said:
"It seems to be... 'If you can survive, I will give you 10 million Zhuxia coins. If you die... there is no other price.'"
Everyone immediately understood what the man surnamed Wei meant.
Xue Jing shook his head and said calmly: "Mr. Wei, this is sophistry."
"It is indeed sophistry."
The man surnamed Wei nodded in approval.
"But... I'm sorry."
“Bang—”
The trigger is pulled and the cylinder rotates.
Amid the shocked gazes of the crowd, loud gunshots shook the entire casino.
The brass bullet flew out of the gun and hit the forehead of the boy who was always calm and composed.
The next moment.
“Bang!”
A figure flew backwards at an extremely fast speed, smashing countless card tables and chairs along the way, passing through several walls, leaving several human-shaped holes, and no one knew where it flew to.
The only person left on the field was the young man in the burgundy suit, who was slowly retracting his right leg that he had kicked out.
White smoke was lingering on the black leather shoes, and Xue Jing frowned slightly.
At the moment when the revolver was ejected from the gun, he activated his dual speed, dodged the bullet, and kicked out with the force of "Shaking Starfire".
This move is a defense-breaking technique that uses force to infuse the enemy's body and explode. After seeing that the opponent has a "protective membrane" that is extremely effective in protecting against force, Xue Jing chose to use this move, hoping to bypass the membrane to attack.
But logically speaking, this move involves the use of soft power, and should not have the power to kick the opponent far away.
unless…
"The soft power is blocked outside and cannot be injected into the opponent's body. In the end, it can only explode outside..."
"It can even block the 'Shaking Star Fire' to this extent. The ability of the protective membrane to restrain martial artists is too exaggerated."
Xue Jing shook his head.
“Bang!”
A gunshot rang out, and Xue Jing, who was using his twin instincts, tilted his head slightly. The bullet just passed through his ear, bringing up a strong wind that blew the hair on the left side of his head.
At this time, the crowd around realized what was happening and began to flee the casino in panic, with screams heard from time to time.
It's ok to watch Russian roulette, but if you stay any longer in this obvious fight between gods, mortals will surely suffer.
Xue Jing was looking for the location of the man named Wei, when suddenly his expression changed and he felt a slight air flow fluctuation on his skin.
He instinctively reached out and grabbed a slender wrist holding a black dagger that was stabbing at him.
"Oh? My dear sister, you really hurt my heart now."
Xue Jing looked at Qiao Ying in front of him with a somewhat surprised tone.
The latter's eyes were extremely complicated, with tears even rolling down from the corners of her eyes, but her hands were not slow. She turned the black dagger in her backhand, forcing Xue Jing to let go of her wrist, and then stabbed at him at an extremely fast speed.
While attacking with extreme ferocity and fatal moves, he choked with sobs and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Dense dragon scale marks appeared on Xue Jing's palm. He took the stab attack head-on, held the dagger, and restricted Qiao Ying's movements.
Then he grabbed her neck with his other hand and lifted her up a foot off the ground.
Spiral indentations appeared on Xue Jing's arms, his arm muscles tensed, and the palm that was grasping the slender neck suddenly clenched.
“Yin—”
“Click—”
Accompanied by a dragon roar and the horrifying sound of bones breaking, Qiao Ying's neck was directly grasped by Xue Jing into the thickness of a sugarcane.
"Ah-ah..."
Her pretty face rolled up her eyes, her mouth opened wide, her tongue was squeezed out in an exaggerated manner, and a large amount of blood and pieces of flesh flowed out of her mouth and nostrils. Qiao Ying tilted her head, stretched out her limbs, and stopped struggling.
Throwing his body aside, Xue Jing said in a calm tone:
"You might find an apology helpful..."
"But unfortunately, I'm a real feminist..."
After straightening his slightly wrinkled burgundy suit, Xue Jing narrowed his eyes slightly.
The crowd had basically fled the casino, and at this moment the place fell into an eerie silence.
Xue Jing began to walk around the field slowly.
The leather shoes made a squeaking sound as they stepped on the floor which was covered with sawdust, chips, cards and other items.
Xue Jing suddenly had some strange ideas.
"Why do I feel like I'm a boss... and someone is trying to conquer me?"
The man named Wei who was hiding in the dark took a look at Xue Jing who was walking leisurely, lifted up his clothes, and touched the obvious red shoe print on his chest.
"What a monster..."
The artificial eye in his eye kept popping up data analysis of the boy in the distance.
[Estimated physical level: 3.6~4.2]
[Body alienation rate: less than 1%]
…
[Comprehensive hazard level assessment: 4.1~4.5]
The man surnamed Wei's gaze paused on [Physical Alienation Rate: Less Than 1%], and he was horrified.
“… No implants or drugs were used.”