132: Whoever the little rooster points to becomes the one

No matter how unwilling Number 6 was to face reality, he could only walk towards the wine glass step by step.

The waiter behind him skillfully unlocked the machine below, pouring out Number 6's game tokens, the clattering sound making his heart ache.

He could only turn his head and walk away, out of sight, out of mind, letting the bitter wine soothe his worries.

But with just one glass of wine, all his lifelong troubles were solved on the spot.

“H-… uh-cough…”

He uncontrollably grabbed at his mouth, gasping for air as if struggling to breathe, his eyes nearly bulging out.

Seeing that the guest was about to collapse, the ‘attentive’ waiters immediately stepped forward to support him.

“Guest, please do not disturb other guests enjoying their wine~”

The waiters smiled as they pulled away the convulsing Number 6, preventing him from knocking over the glass.

Seeing the table of wine untouched, William, a connoisseur of wine, was very satisfied.

Number 8 had observed the entire process from the side, his expression extremely grim.

Behind him also stood two ‘considerate’ waiters, seemingly ready to ‘help’ him at any moment.

Number 8 looked at the glass; earlier, two other losers from the next table had also come and drunk wine, but they were still alive. It must just be that Number 6 had bad luck and left early.

He gritted his teeth and gulped down the wine.

The mellow, fragrant wine tasted as bland as water in his mouth, like chewing on wax.

And his luck also seemed to be not so good.

Soon, the professional waiters, each holding an arm, dragged away the drunken, flailing Number 8.

“Damn it, I bet on Number 6!”

“Hahaha…”

“Number 8 is such a waste!”

Seeing him dead, the wealthy onlookers who had placed bets immediately burst into laughter or angry shouts.

“The progress this time is a bit slow.”

The wig-wearing Fat Man earlier said disdainfully, “It’s been so long, and only two have died, how boring!”

“Since it is the wish of our esteemed guests, I naturally cannot disappoint you.”

Boss William bowed slightly, then snapped his fingers.

A waiter immediately stepped forward and announced the end of the first round.

“Congratulations to Guest Number 4 for becoming the winner of the first round.”

With the help of Number 6 and Number 8, Cheng Zhen’s chips had become 5 gold chips, 9 silver chips, and 60 coins, surpassing Number 1 and Number 2 who had obtained gold chips before him.

Although their quantity was surpassed, those NPCs were not annoyed; on the contrary, they looked quite relaxed.

It seemed that during the previous battle, they had found an easy target to bully.

Wei Si and Lao Feng’s expressions were not good.

They were the two who had drunk the wine earlier, and they had clearly been tricked by the card sharks.

“This won’t do!”

Lao Feng said urgently, “If this continues, we’ll just be led by the nose by the NPCs!”

“I know.” Wei Si nodded, glancing in Xiao Jiao’s direction, gritting his teeth, “Alright, later we’ll find an opportunity to kill that kid. Regardless of whether the staff can get into my hands, we’ll immediately make a move on Boss William!”

“Are we directly attacking an NPC who might be the BOSS…?” Lao Feng hesitated at once.

“There’s no use dragging it out; we can’t win against those card sharks!”

Wei Si added, “The NPCs in this three-star instance are just at the level of ordinary people, with only pistols as weapons, not strong at all. Boss William looks even weaker than those thugs. Although I don’t know why we were matched with such weak NPCs, it is our opportunity!”

“As for that greenhorn… Hmph, I warned him, but he wouldn’t listen. We can mislead the NPCs and let that kid take a round of bullets for us!”

Lao Feng thought about it and felt that Wei Si made sense.

They couldn’t win at cards.

So, they might as well flip the table!

The two confirmed their tactics, their gazes constantly darting towards Xiao Jiao and Cheng Zhen.

And Xiao Jiao, at this moment, was actually chatting animatedly with the NPCs at the same table.

“Brother, let me tell you, that Boss William definitely cheated on his wife, otherwise why would he keep looking so smugly at the cuckold?” Xiao Jiao held his cards but didn't play them, his mouth never idle.

“Heh, I think so too!” NPC Number 3 laughed, his face full of flesh, “I saw them from afar on the first floor before…”

NPC Number 5 next to him was engrossed in the gossip, “Really? I’m new here, Brother, tell me more in detail!”

“Guests, you wouldn’t know this, but I have inside information…” A waiter, from who knows where, pulled up a stool and sat down with them.

It looked like a very harmonious scene.

Xiao Jiao: As long as no one plays their cards, they can’t beat me!

The other strategists had complex expressions.

They hadn't expected it could be resolved this way.

Even after the head waiter announced the end of the first round and that the next round was about to begin, those people were still reluctant to stop chatting.

The head waiter’s mouth twitched, unable to understand why such a development had occurred.

But he still professionally pulled away a certain individual who had leaked the boss’s privacy and, by the way, announced the content of the next round of the game—

“Please divide the 8 guests into two groups by drawing lots, until 4 guests are decided to participate in the third round of the game!”

Several NPCs immediately frowned.

The meaning was very clear.

In the second round, half of the personnel would be eliminated.

They grew nervous, but the crowd watching and betting was amused. They cheered enthusiastically, clearly enjoying the spectacle and not caring how big the trouble got, or how intense the funeral pyre.

Wei Si and Lao Feng exchanged glances, considering whether to act immediately.

If they drew lots and were grouped with Xiao Jiao or Cheng Zhen, they would team up and kill him. This kind of killing, which conformed to the rules, meant they wouldn't have to worry about the NPC thugs attacking them.

Even if they couldn’t win at cards, simply being at the same table would make it convenient to suddenly attack and kill.

So they didn't act immediately, waiting for the results of the draw.

The waiter brought over several slips of paper with the numbers 1 and 2 written on them, preparing for the 8 people to be divided into two groups.

“Wait a moment—”

Cheng Zhen lazily raised his hand, “Can the winner’s privilege from the first round be used now?”

The waiter was startled, then smiled, “Of course, as long as the guest makes a reasonable request, we will try our best to satisfy it!”

“Alright.”

Cheng Zhen nodded, then pointed his finger like a little rooster calling names:

“Number 7, Number 9, Number 10, you’re in my group for the duel. Everyone else, go to the next table!”