Chapter 289 Russian Roulette

"I lost with confidence!"

Seeing the scene in front of him, Song Tianque was convinced. A blind man as big as Zhenren Du was sitting there, but he couldn't see it!

What he didn't see even more was that the ear-eared sacred boy raised by Zhenren Du. This ear-eared sacred boy was more upscale and mysterious than the three little ghosts he raised.

All the actions of his three little ghosts were under the gaze of Du Zhenren's spirit boy, but his three little ghosts did not even notice the ear report spirit boy!

This is the gap!

Song Tianque lost in this game not in Zhao Yan’s hands, but in the hands of this eardream boy.

Although his three little ghosts stole the Spade A, Du Zhenren's ear spirit child unknowingly stole the Spade A and replaced it with a square film 3!

Song Tianque was convinced by his loss, and Zhao Yan also laughed, "Minister Du, I was also hiding it so hard by you. I didn't expect you to be a blind man. By the way, you are so lustful as a blind man. After winning so much money, it's enough for you to pick up a lot of girls!"

As he said that, Zhao Yan handed the promissory note from the Swiss bank to Du Zhenren, which was originally the money that Du Zhenren won!

Zhenren Du was in a good mood, and after taking this promissory note, he said, "There are only one billion US dollars, which is just enough for me to buy the remaining medicinal materials. When I go back, I can refine the foundation-building pill!"

"Then I wish you success in refining!" Zhao Yan asked again, "Bunny girl, why don't you turn on champagne?"

Song Tianque was so angry that he gritted his teeth. Luo Lie, who was standing beside him, also spoke, "Master Song, why don't we gamble and just do it. I don't believe that he is not afraid of my gun!"

Song Tianque's face was cold. Today, he wanted to show his skills in front of his subordinates, play with Zhao Yan, beat Zhao Yan, and then take Zhao Yan down, and grab Zhao Yan's storage magic weapon.

But unexpectedly, his plan failed and he lost all the rice without losing the rice. Instead, he lost 100 million US dollars from his teacher Black Dragon King to Zhao Yan.

"No!" Song Tianque rejected Luo Lie and said again, "I agreed to have three bets, and this is the first one!"

After saying that, he adjusted his emotions and said, "One hundred million dollars is nothing. For super people like us, it only takes a little time to make this money!"

After saying that, he pointed at Zhao Yan again, "I said I would like to bet three times before. Even if I lose the first game, I will bet the second game now!"

Zhao Yan won a game, and his confidence increased greatly. He opened his hands with a bold voice and said, "Okay, come on!"

This time, Song Tianque raised his hand, took out a silver revolver with a cruel smile on his face, and said, "The first gamble is gambled, the second gambles life. Do you dare to gamble?"

While speaking, he pressed the opening and closing of the revolver with his fingers, opened the pistol, poured out all the bullets inside the revolver, and poured out the bullets inside the chamber.

After indicating that there were no bullets in the entire gun, Song Tianque took out a yellow bullet and put it into the gun's roulette. He rotated the roulette at will, and closed the gun with a click.

"What do I think is Russian roulette!" Zhao Yan nodded and understood what Song Tianque meant.

It was obvious that Song Tianque had already lost urgently, so he directly bet on his life!

This revolver only has one bullet, and it is unlucky for anyone to hit anyone. Moreover, this kind of gambling is more direct. Neither the little ghost raised by Song Tianque or the eardrum boy raised by Zhenren Du can be a ghost in it!

"Is it fair this time?" Song Tianque smiled cruelly on his face, picked up the revolver and placed it in his temple, pulling the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

With a very crisp sound, the blasting needle made a null blow!

Song Tianque smiled again on his face and slid the revolver from one end of the gambling table to Zhao Yan on the other end of the gambling table, "It's your turn!"

Song Tianque originally thought that Zhao Yan would hesitate for a moment, but what he didn't expect was that. Zhao Yan picked up the pistol, without thinking at all, aimed it directly at his temple and pulled the trigger violently.

"Bang!"

It was also a crisp sound, and there were no bullets in this shot.

Zhao Yan smiled slightly and threw the revolver in his hand back to Song Tianque, "It's your turn again!"

This time, Song Tianque became a little nervous. As the revolver rotated one by one, the danger became greater and greater. His fingers were pulled on the trigger, as if he had taken a lot of strength. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and slashed it down!

"Bang!"

There was another empty sound, and Song Tianque, who was nervous, suddenly laughed, "It seems that God doesn't want to accept me, Zhao Yan, it's your turn again!"

While speaking, he threw the revolver back. The danger at this time was already very serious. If the bullet was not there, the next shot would be there!

However, Zhao Yan still had a relaxed expression on his face. After taking the gun, he pressed it on his temple without hesitation, and then pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

This time the gunshots rang out. The loud gunshots, accompanied by the smoke of gunpowders, the hall had been brought to scream and squatted on the ground!

Hearing the gunshot, Song Tianque, who was sitting opposite, showed a cruel smile on his face, and the militants standing on his side also sneered.

Du Zhenren, who was sitting on this side, was shocked by the gunshots, his face was shocked, and his eyes looked at Zhao Yan again.

However, Zhao Yan, who was shot in the temple, did not see any bloody brain ejaculation.

Zhao Yan was still sitting there, calmly, throwing his pistol on the table, touching his temple and saying, "If you want to kill me, it seems that the power is not enough."

"What?" Everyone in the hall was stunned this time. He had never seen anyone shoot his temple at such a close distance and it was nothing.

Du Zhenren stretched out his hand to touch Zhao Yan's temple and said, "My God, how do you practice the martial arts? 13 Taibao's horizontal practice is not that strong. The golden bell cover iron cloth shirt can reach this level, but there is no one who can practice the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt to the temple!"

"Do you have an iron cloth shirt with golden bell?" Song Tianque's face turned pale, and Luo Lie beside him was even more speechless.

He had always said that no matter how high his martial arts were, he was afraid of bullets, but now he realized that a real strong man was not afraid of bullets!

He shot his temple and everyone else died, but Zhao Yan was still jumping around. Even the bullet did not shoot out the barrel, and directly exploded the front end of the barrel of the revolver!

Zhao Yan looked at the shocked people, but he didn't take it seriously. He threw the damaged revolver on the table and said, "It seems that I lost this second game! We each won one game, what will Song Tianque bet on the third game?"

Song Tianque's face was gloomy and he spoke word by word, "Everyone retreated and leave the hall to me and Zhao Yan. I want to bet on the third game with him!"
Chapter completed!