283: Chapter 283 I bet your gun is empty!

"Red Wolf—!!!"

Up in the sky, Loki completely tore off his facade of hypocritical elegance and roared hysterically.

"What the hell did you do to my revolver?!"

He didn't understand! This made no sense!

It made absolutely no sense!

He had wagered lives with countless people.

Every single one of those humans had shown fear, terror, regret, or had even begged for mercy.

Not a single one of them was like the man before him—confident, frenzied, and even carrying a hint of arrogance!

Faced with Loki's exasperated interrogation,

inside the cockpit,

Lu Yuan gently cracked his neck, his bones popping crisply.

"Do what?"

A casual, defiant sneer played on the corner of Lu Yuan's lips. "As for me, my luck has always been pretty good!"

Before his voice could fade,

not only did Lu Yuan not let go of the Death Revolver, but his index finger suddenly pulled back with force once more!

*Click!*

The crisp sound of the firing pin echoed from Lu Yuan's hand for the third time!

It was still an empty chamber!

The entire place fell into a dead silence!

At this moment, everyone's heart skipped a beat!

"Holy shit?!!!"

"What?! Again?!!"

After a second of dead silence, the entire Red Wolf formation erupted into heart-wrenching, terrified roars.

"Boss!!! I beg of you! Please wake up!"

"That's three shots already! You've fired three times in a row, damn it!!!"

In the rear,

Zhao Meng's clothes were completely drenched in cold sweat. His legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

He stared blankly at Lin Zihao, his eyes bloodshot and his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Li-Little Lin! You're a college student! You've got a good head on your shoulders!"

"Six chambers, one bullet!"

"Loki fired once, and Boss fired three times in a row..."

Zhao Meng swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva. "Tell me, for the next shot... what's the probability of there being a bullet?!"

Lin Zihao was also pale as a sheet.

He was trembling all over, his teeth chattering as he squeezed out a number with great difficulty:

"Fifty percent!"

"Only the last two chambers are left! A one-in-two chance!"

Hearing this terrifying number,

Zhao Meng's vision went black.

Not just him, but all the surrounding Red Wolf Players were about to go crazy with anxiety!

"You can't shoot anymore!!!"

"A fifty percent mortality rate! How is this any different from suicide, damn it?!"

"Boss! Give the gun to Loki! Don't pull the trigger again!"

"But, brothers, if Loki takes the next shot and it's an empty chamber..."

"Then the last one will be a guaranteed bullet, and Boss will definitely die!!!"

The entire Ruined Plaza fell into an unprecedented panic.

However,

completely unlike the panic of the Red Wolf Army,

up in the sky,

at this moment, Loki, the God of Mischief, was the one who was truly about to be driven insane!

"No! Red Wolf!!!"

Loki's eyes bulged as he stared desperately at the Death Revolver below. "Are you insane?! Stop!"

"According to the rules, you have already fired! Now it is this dealer's turn!"

"Give the gun to me! Return the gun to this god immediately!!!"

There was actually a trace of unconcealable trembling and panic in Loki's voice.

He was afraid!

He cursed hysterically in his heart:

"Damn human! How could he survive three shots in a row?!"

"That was a sixty percent mortality rate!"

"And this human didn't even blink!"

"Damn it! As long as the gun is back in my hands, I can secretly swap the bullet!"

"For the next shot, I'll fire an empty chamber, and you will be doomed to die!!!"

...

Below,

Lu Yuan leaned against the turret.

His deep, cold eyes saw the exasperated deity in the sky with absolute clarity.

"Oh?"

A glint of playfulness flashed in Lu Yuan's eyes, and the sneer on his lips widened.

"So..."

"You're afraid?"

Lu Yuan's eerie voice echoed throughout the Starry Sky Casino through the mecha's loudspeaker.

"I can smell it..."

"The scent of fear!"

Boom!

These words were like a resounding slap, striking Loki hard across the face!

"N-Nonsense!"

Loki's pupils shrank, and he roared with false bravado, "I am the supreme God of Mischief!"

"Why would I fear a mere human like you?!"

"God of Mischief?"

Lu Yuan sneered, making no attempt to hide the disdain in his voice.

"With this level of mental fortitude? You deserve to be called a god?"

"The scamming old ladies in my neighborhood have better acting skills than you!"

As soon as he finished speaking,

under the horrified gazes of the hundreds of thousands of people present,

Lu Yuan raised the Death Revolver in his hand high.

And once again, the dark barrel of the gun was pressed against his own temple!

His utterly crazed eyes looked arrogantly at Loki in the sky.

Word by word, like a demon's whisper:

"I bet—"

"there is no bullet in your gun!"

...

Before his words could fully settle,

Lu Yuan pulled the trigger heavily without a shred of hesitation!

He fired!

At this moment, almost all the female players of the Red Wolf Guild closed their eyes simultaneously!

They didn't dare to watch!

They simply couldn't bear to watch this brutal scene!

Even battle-hardened tough guys like Zhao Meng turned their heads away in pain.

At this moment, the air completely froze.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely.

Everyone waited for the gunshot.

However,

*Click!*

The crisp sound of the firing pin echoed across the silent Starry Sky Plaza for the fourth time!

An empty chamber!

There was no blood splatter, only the defiant, untamed sneer that remained on the man's lips.

After a dead silence that lasted a full three seconds,

"Whoa—!!!"

The Red Wolf Army erupted into a sky-shattering cheer!

"He's not dead!! Boss isn't dead!!!"

"Four shots! Four empty chambers in a row! Am I dreaming, damn it?!"

"A miracle! This is a divine miracle!!!"

Zhao Meng snapped his eyes open, grabbed Lin Zihao beside him in a tight hug, and shook his shoulders frantically.

"Little Lin! Little Lin!!!"

Zhao Meng was so excited that tears streamed down his face, his voice shaking violently. "Am I dreaming?!"

"Tell me, damn it! How many chambers are left?!"

Lin Zihao was also completely dazed. He stared at his boss in the distance as if looking at a true deity.

He tremblingly squeezed out a conclusion: "N-None..."

"Loki fired once, and Boss fired four times in a row. All five empty chambers have been cleared!"

"This means..."

"the probability of the next shot containing a bullet is—one hundred percent!"

On the other side,

the players from the external regions looked as if they had collectively seen a ghost.

Their mouths hung wide open, and their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

Queen Elizabeth of Great Britain trembled all over, her legs shaking uncontrollably as a blush crept onto her face.

A trace of obsession and fanaticism actually shone in her eyes:

"How... how can a man have so much guts?!"

"Faced with a fifty percent mortality rate, he didn't even blink?!"

Leader Macron of France gritted his teeth and roared unwillingly:

"No! We haven't lost yet!"

"That Dragon Kingdom monkey fired four shots in a row!"

"What does this prove?! It proves—he has gone mad!!!"

As if clutching at a saving straw, Macaron wildly rationalized, "He's just a puppet who only knows how to pull the trigger now!"

"He's just purely lucky!"

"But on the next shot, his good luck runs out!"

"Trust me, everyone!"

"He will absolutely continue to fire the fif—"

However,

before Macaron could finish saying "fifth shot,"

below,

Lu Yuan lazily opened his hand.

*Whoosh—*

The Death Revolver, gleaming with an eerie blue light, instantly flew out of his hand.

It floated right in front of Loki, who was completely petrified in the sky.

"Sigh, like I said."

Lu Yuan leaned against the turret, his voice filled with mockery and playfulness.

"As for me, my luck has been pretty good since I was a kid!"

He raised his head slightly, the cold smile on his lips like a death warrant from the Grim Reaper.

"Next..."

"It's your turn, dealer!"