The Middle Eastern man smiled meaningfully under his thick beard, "Do you want the heart of the ocean?"

After the Arab translated, Ye Nianmo nodded. The man suddenly took out a pistol and put it against Ye Nianmo's chin, so fast that no one had time to react.

The Arabic translator's legs were so frightened that he kept retreating. Ye Bo calmly grabbed him and whispered in English: "Don't panic."

The Middle Eastern man seemed to understand English. He glanced at Ye Bo and Ye Nianmo with interest. After a while, he put away his pistol and said, "You are very good and qualified to play."

The Arab quickly translated, and Ye Nianmo frowned, "When will it start?"

The Middle Eastern man motioned for him to follow him outside. A Mercedes-Benz SLR parked on the side of the road outside the door. Ye Bo lowered his voice and said, "Master, getting in the car will make it more unsafe."

The man looked at Ye Nianmo with great interest. Ye Nianmo waved and got into the car. The Arabic translator wanted to run away, but Ye Bo grabbed the other person's collar and walked towards the car driven by the young master.

The car drove into the basement of a mansion, and everyone got off the car and took the basement elevator directly. After exiting the elevator on the third floor, Ye Nianmo was stopped by someone.

"Who are you playing with?" The Middle Eastern man's deep eyes looked between Ye Nian, Ye Bo and Ye Nian.

After the Arab finished translating, Ye Bo took the lead and said, "Master, I'll do it."

"I don't need disobedient subordinates." Ye Nianmo frowned. Just as he was about to ask the Arab to translate, Ye Bo covered the Arab's mouth earlier.

"Master, have you ever thought about my wife and master? If something really happens, I can't explain it." Ye Bo regretted not using all means to stop the master.

The young master has long known that the price of the Ocean Heart is very high. The Ye family's Ocean Heart is only a quarter of the one that was auctioned today. The Ye family can never afford it, and the only way is to satisfy that Middle Eastern Heart.

A person's bad taste is to play with a revolver.

"That's enough." Ye Nianmo's face was so cold that Ye Bo had no choice but to keep silent.

The Middle Eastern man nodded and said, "Only people who play games can be allowed in."

Ye Nianmo walked in alone, and there was something unexpected inside. It was a huge apartment building, and there was actually a small golf course inside, with a large green space on the course.

In addition to the golf course, there was a medieval bar and other gambling equipment. The Middle Easterners clapped their hands, and everyone else put down their activities and joined in.

"Now let's talk about the rules. You Chinese value rules the most." After the Middle Easterner finished speaking, he looked at the Arab, who quickly translated.

In the revolver horoscope game, a bullet is inserted into the revolver, and the player puts the pistol on his head. Each time he clicks the trigger, it means that each chamber in the cartridge may have his turn. As long as he clicks five times,

If everything is safe and sound, the player wins, otherwise the game ends.

After the translation, the Arab looked at Ye Nianmo with some worry. To put it bluntly, this is gambling on luck and courage. People without luck will be killed in the first shot. People without courage will not even be able to fire the first shot.

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Ye Nianmo had already put a pistol to his forehead. Everyone was waiting with bated breath, and the air was filled with nervousness. "Kick"

The sound of emptying the barrel sounded, and everyone was sighing. Some applauded, and some shouted for another round. The Middle Easterners looked at Ye Nianmo with admiration, and motioned the other party to continue with their eyes.

Ye Nianmo scanned the audience, raised his arm and continued to put the gun against his head. His long-sleeved finger pulled the trigger without hesitation, and said "kick."
Chapter completed!