282: Chapter 282 Has he gone mad?!

The Death Revolver, emitting a faint blue light, hovered quietly in front of the turret of the Red Wolf Tank.

High in the sky, Loki looked down at Lu Yuan below.

The corners of his mouth curled into a condescending, playful sneer, like a cat toying with a mouse.

"Red Wolf."

"Before you pull the trigger, this deity can show mercy and give you a chance to live."

Loki spread his arms, his voice filled with temptation and arrogant condescension: "Now, kneel and admit defeat!"

"This deity will harvest your soul..."

"And make you a slave to this deity for all eternity, polishing my boots in the Divine Realm!"

"But, to live..."

Loki looked down at him from his lofty position: "It's better than being wiped out of existence, isn't it?!"

Facing the "gift" from the god,

"Oh? Is that so?"

Lu Yuan not only showed no fear, but his eyes lit up suddenly.

He couldn't even be bothered to waste words.

He grabbed the Death Revolver hovering in mid-air.

He didn't hesitate for even half a second!

He raised his hand and pressed the pitch-black muzzle against his own temple.

His index finger pulled the trigger hard!

At this moment, everyone held their breath!

"Click!"

The crisp sound of the firing pin hitting an empty chamber was amplified infinitely in the quiet Starry Sky Plaza!

No gunshot!

An empty chamber!

"Hiss—!"

Behind him, the 300,000-strong Red Wolf Army collectively gasped.

At that moment, everyone's heart nearly jumped out of their throat!

"Holy crap! Boss is too fierce! He didn't even blink!"

"Scared the hell out of me! Thank god it was an empty chamber!"

"God bless! Buddha bless! Allah bless!! Please let our boss win!"

Meanwhile, high in the sky, the grin on Loki's face instantly stiffened.

A flash of extreme, unbelievable shock flickered in his narrow eyes.

"Ho-how is this possible?!"

Loki screamed frantically in his heart: "Is this human not afraid of death?!"

"When he pulled the trigger, why wasn't there even a hint of fear?!"

After a brief shock, Loki took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the panic in his heart, and put back on that inscrutable, hypocritical smile.

"Oh?!"

"Heh, consider yourself lucky to have escaped this time."

Loki's eyes were cold, his tone chilling: "But, ant!"

"Your luck will run out!"

"Next it's time for..."

The next second,

before Loki could finish saying "it's this deity's turn",

down below,

Lu Yuan's hand holding the Death Revolver hadn't even moved from his temple.

The corners of his mouth curled into a crazed, arrogant sneer, and his index finger pulled the trigger again!

"Click!"

Another crisp sound of the firing pin hitting an empty chamber!

The third shot was still an empty chamber!

Boom!!!

This "click" was like a thunderbolt, exploding in the minds of all the players present!

"Holy crap!!!"

Lin Zihao trembled all over, his legs went weak, and he fell face-first off his heavy motorcycle.

But he didn't care about the pain; he scrambled over and yelled at the Red Wolf Tank: "Boss! Are you crazy?! What are you doing?!"

"Damn, damn, damn! Two shots in a row?! This is freaking Russian roulette!"

"Damn it!!! That bastard Loki, did he control our boss!!!"

Zhao Meng was breaking out in a cold sweat, his giant hammer even dropped to the ground: "Did our boss get scared stupid?! Who pulls the trigger on themselves twice in a row like that!"

The entire Red Wolf Guild was, at this moment, engulfed in endless panic and shock.

They couldn't understand why their boss was engaging in such a suicidal act!

Nearby, standing beside Lu Yuan, Xia Li's eyes, usually cold and stunningly beautiful, could not hide her deep worry and lingering fear.

Even though she knew in advance that Lu Yuan had an "invincibility" trump card,

but under such a high-stakes gamble where he pulled the trigger twice in a row, even she was struggling to breathe.

"Lu, Lu Yuan..."

Xia Li's voice trembled, her eyes slightly red: "Are, are you okay?!"

Looking at the ice-queen beside him who was on the verge of tears, Lu Yuan's mouth curled into a calm, wicked smile.

He reached out with his free left hand and gently pinched Xia Li's slightly cold cheek.

"Don't worry."

Lu Yuan said with a firm tone, filled with unparalleled dominance: "Everything is under control!"

...

On the other side, the foreigners in the outer plaza were stunned for a moment.

Then, they erupted into a frenzied celebration that could have lifted the roof!

"Hahahaha! God! That Dragon Country monkey is crazy!"

"Is he courting death?! He is absolutely courting death!!!"

France's leader, Leader Macron, was dancing with excitement, pointing at the sky and yelling: "I knew it!"

"How could the great God of Mischief gamble fairly with a mere mortal!"

"This must be the god's doing!"

The German leader, Little Mustache, was also full of fanaticism: "That's right!"

"The God of Mischief must have secretly used a spell to erode his sanity!"

"Turning that Red Wolf into a puppet that only knows how to pull the trigger!"

"We've won! Our prize pool is won!"

"Let that lunatic keep pulling the trigger! Let him blow himself into pulp! Hahaha!"

The air was filled with mockery and ecstasy, spreading wildly through the outer district camp.

Everyone was convinced that Lu Yuan had been controlled by the god and turned into a mindless lunatic.

...

However.

Is that really the case?

On the turret, Lu Yuan slowly lowered the Death Revolver and casually blew on the barrel.

He looked up.

Those cold, sharp eyes, filled with endless mockery, stared at the God of Mischief in the sky.

"It seems..."

Lu Yuan smiled slightly, his voice not loud, but it reached Loki's ears clearly.

"The Goddess of Luck is still on my side."

Looking at Lu Yuan's fearless eyes.

Looking at the Death Revolver that had triggered twice in a row but remained safe.

The high-and-mighty God of Mischief, Loki, finally had a bead of cold sweat uncontrollably seep from his forehead.

"Something's wrong..."

Loki looked at Lu Yuan, his scalp tingling, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

"Why?!"

"Why didn't the revolver go off?!"

"Why isn't he afraid at all?!"

"Did he do something to the revolver?!"

The God of Mischief, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, looked at the smiling human below.

Deep in his heart, an extremely strong, uncontrollable premonition of... death arose!