742: Chapter 742 Russian Roulette!

Yierqi's face darkened, and a flash of murderous intent flickered in his eyes.

"Kid, do you have any idea who you're talking to?"

Ye Chen looked at him with a calm expression: "I know. A pirate, right?"

Yierqi's knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to blow the other man's head off with a single shot.

He was a pirate leader, not some street thug.

If he was going to kill, there had to be rules.

"Trying to get a free ride?"

Yierqi sneered, pulled a silver revolver from his waist with his right hand, and spun it around his finger.

"Then you have to play by the rules of Thor Island."

He slammed the revolver onto the wooden crate beside him, his voice cold and sharp.

"Russian Roulette."

"If you win, I'll personally escort you across the island, free of charge."

"If you lose..."

He paused, a cruel smile curling the corners of his mouth.

"The two women by your side will belong to me."

As soon as these words were spoken,

excitement flashed in the eyes of the pirates.

Russian Roulette.

It was the oldest and cruelest rule on Thor Island.

A single bullet is loaded into a revolver, the cylinder is spun, and you pull the trigger against your own head.

Life and death depend entirely on luck.

Win, and you win everything.

Lose, and you lose it all.

Qian Duofu was completely stunned.

Holy crap!

Russian Roulette?

Isn't that a plot device from movies?

Does anyone actually play such a death game in real life?

He looked at Ye Chen, trembling. He wanted to urge him not to agree, but he didn't dare to speak.

Because he knew that he couldn't change Ye Chen's decision at all.

Yierqi folded his arms across his chest, looking down at Ye Chen from a superior position, his eyes full of provocation.

"What? Too scared?"

"If you're scared, then honestly cough up the money."

"Twenty million US dollars, not a penny less."

"If you can't pay, then follow the rules of Thor Island: leave the women, and get lost."

The pirates behind him laughed again, their laughter louder and harsher than before.

However,

Ye Chen looked at the silver revolver on the wooden crate, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.

"Oh?"

"Sure."

"I've actually been wanting to try that."

This thing...

You can't play this in any legitimate place.

Since I've finally encountered it, I have to give it a go, right?

If I don't play, it would be a disservice to their "warm hospitality."

Yierqi's smile froze on his face.

He had expected this young man to be intimidated and then obediently pay up, or even kneel and beg for mercy.

And yet?

This guy wasn't afraid at all; instead, he looked excited, as if he had just found some treasure.

Yierqi's brows furrowed tightly.

"Are you sure?"

Ye Chen spun the revolver in his hand and nodded.

"Sure."

"But I have a question."

Yierqi sneered: "What question?"

Ye Chen tilted his head, looking earnest: "How many bullets are loaded in this gun?"

Yierqi paused: "One."

Ye Chen shook his head, ejected the revolver's cylinder, and spun it in his hand.

"One is too few, it's boring."

He raised his head, looked at Yierqi, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Load five."

"Then I'll play with you."

The entire scene fell into a deathly silence.

A silence like death.

Over a hundred pirates stood there blankly.

Five bullets?

No wait...

A revolver's cylinder only holds six bullets in total.

Loading five means there is only one empty chamber!

You could almost say every shot is a live round!

The hell is this still called Russian Roulette?

This is called suicide!

Yierqi's face completely changed.

"Are you crazy?"

Ye Chen shook his head, looking earnest.

"I'm not crazy. I just think one bullet isn't challenging enough."

"Five bullets, one shot decides life and death."

"If I win, you escort me across the island."

"If I lose..."

He paused and grinned, "Just consider it my bad luck."

Yierqi's Adam's apple bobbed.

He realized he couldn't read this young man at all.

There was no fear in this man's eyes, nor madness; instead, he was very calm.

Yierqi took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

He had been in these waters for twenty years; what kind of ruthless people hadn't he seen?

But someone like this, he really hadn't seen before.

"Fine."

Yierqi gritted his teeth and squeezed the word out from between them.

He wanted to see if this young man was just putting on a show or if he truly didn't fear death.

He reached out, took the revolver, and loaded five bullets into it.

The next second,

he slammed the revolver onto the wooden crate.

"Who goes first?"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, his hands in his pockets, looking indifferent.

"This is your territory, you're the host."

"You go first."

As the words fell, the surrounding pirates gasped.

This kid actually let the boss go first?

Is he truly fearless, or is there something wrong with his brain?

Yierqi stared at Ye Chen for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.

The smile was cold, as cold as the sea breeze blowing on Thor Island in winter.

"Fine."

He extended his right hand, picked up the revolver from the wooden crate, and pressed the muzzle against his own temple.

The entire port was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Over a hundred pirates held their breath, their eyes fixed unwaveringly on that hand holding the gun.

Yierqi's finger rested on the trigger, veins bulging.

A flash of hesitation crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by ruthlessness.

"Click."

An empty chamber.

The cylinder rotated to the next position.

A layer of cold sweat seeped out on Yierqi's forehead, but the smile on his face spread.

He lowered the gun, exhaled a long breath, and then pushed the revolver toward Ye Chen.

"Your turn."

His voice carried irrepressible excitement.

Five bullets, one empty chamber already fired.

The remaining five chambers were all fully loaded with bullets.

This young man was a dead man walking.

The pirates behind him came to their senses, one by one grinning to reveal their yellow-black teeth.

"Kid, weren't you very cocky just now? Go ahead!"

"Hahahaha, this kid probably doesn't even know how he's going to die!"

"Come on, place your bets! I bet this kid's head is going to blow open!"

"I'm in!"

"Count me in too!"

...

The pirates were as excited as if it were a festival; some even pulled out dollar bills and slapped them onto the wooden crate, betting on whether Ye Chen would splatter blood on the spot.

Qian Duofu, however, began to look strange.

Wait...

Ye Chen wasn't afraid of guns at all.

So if this shot goes off, does it count as a win or a loss?

At this moment, he was extremely curious.

Yierqi folded his arms across his chest, looking down at Ye Chen, the smile on his face growing thicker.

"What? Scared?"

"If you're scared, that's fine too: twenty million US dollars, not a penny less."

"If you can't pay, leave the women, and get lost."

The pirates behind him joined in the jeering.

Ye Chen ignored the crowd, reached out his right hand, picked up the gun, and spun it around in his hand.

Then,

he pressed the muzzle against his own temple, his expression calm.

Seeing this, the pirates laughed even louder.

"This kid is actually going for it!"

"He's dead, he's dead, he's definitely dead this time!"

"Come on, get ready to mop the floor! Don't get blood on me!"

Yierqi narrowed his eyes, staring fixedly at Ye Chen's finger on the trigger.

He waited.

He waited for that gunshot, waited for this arrogant young man's head to blow open, waited for blood to splatter across the entire bar.

However,

Ye Chen truly pulled the trigger.

"BANG!!!"

The gunshot exploded across the port.

But the expected scene of blood splattering everywhere did not appear.

Ye Chen was still standing in the same spot, the muzzle pressed against his temple, a faint smile even hanging on the corners of his mouth.

And that bullet had burst from the chamber, carrying a scorching heatwave, and slammed fiercely into his temple.

Then,

the bullet deformed.

The moment the bullet head touched his skin, it was as if it had struck an indestructible alloy steel plate; the entire bullet head was flattened, twisted, and deformed.

Then,

it turned into a small, flat piece of metal, bounced off his temple, and rolled to Yierqi's feet.

The surroundings suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Not one of the hundred-plus pirates could say a word.

Their eyes were wide open, their mouths hanging open wide enough to fit a fist, the expressions on their faces shifting from excitement to astonishment, and from astonishment to fear.

Yierqi looked down at the deformed bullet head at his feet, his pupils vibrating violently.

His mind was blank, with only one thought echoing repeatedly.

How is this possible?

That was a bullet!

A bullet fired from a gun barrel!

It hit a person's temple, and it didn't even break the skin?

Instead, the bullet head deformed?

Is this damn thing even human?

Ye Chen lowered the revolver and asked calmly: "The bullet couldn't pierce me, does that count as passing?"

Yierqi: "..."

Ye Chen looked at him and tossed the revolver to Yierqi.

"No answer? Then I'll take that as a yes!"

"Alright, it's your turn now."

Yierqi subconsciously caught the handgun, but the expression on his face could no longer be held together.

No wait...

There were four bullets left in this gun now.

Four bullets, all live rounds.

Not a single one was empty.

Now, the only safe chamber had already been used up by him.

The rest were all dead ends.

That guy could catch a bullet with his temple, could he do it?

Yierqi's hands began to tremble.