Chapter 83 Game

In the dimly lit neon box, unknown rock music was playing.

"Can you play darts?" The man in the burgundy silk shirt raised his lips, his black eyes reflecting the neon lights. He looked up at her and asked with a smile, his lips red and teeth white, his voice hoarse and casual.

Jiang Mian was silent for a moment. He had certainly played darts before.

She looked at him and slowly asked, "You know how to play, so what are the rules of the game?"

The man was holding an e-cigarette, seemingly unhurried, his slender fingers holding a sharp throwing knife with a red tassel at the end. This was what the other party called a dart, and he was playing with it in his hand.

The man stared at her with interest. "It's very simple. Your beast slave and the bald idiot over here go stand over there and hold bottles on their heads. There are seventy-nine bottles left, minus one for you. The two players will each have thirty-nine bottles. Whoever runs out first wins."

This game requires cooperation from both sides.

Jiang Mian's eyebrows were half lowered: "What if I lose?"

This person only said that if she won, the debt would be offset, but what if she lost?

Jiang Mian will play darts in the future, but not every day. She spends every day in the laboratory, and she only plays darts when she goes to the sports area to exercise. She is not an expert at darts.

Moreover, if the dart didn't penetrate the bottle and instead landed on Qixu, it would also be a test of one's mentality.

And what if the bottle explodes and the glass shards scratch Qixu? His head is already bleeding so much!

And she saw that the man in burgundy clothes seemed to be very good at playing, so it was hard to tell who would win or lose.

The man didn't seem to expect Jiang Mian to ask this question if he lost.

He raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, then said with a playful smile: "Lost, then we'll talk about it after we lose."

Jiang Mian paused, frowning in thought.

Chi Lin walked out from behind her and chuckled: "I'll play for her."

Jiang Mian:......

I don't really want to play this game.

The man's black eyes turned cold for a moment when he saw the orc who suddenly walked out and blocked Jiang Mian's way.

His gaze seemed to slowly fall on Chi Lin, and he casually spit out the e-cigarette in his mouth, which fell to the ground with a clang. He looked at Chi Lin with unclear eyes, and looked at him expressionlessly in the last second, and then suddenly laughed openly in the next second: "Okay."

There is a type of person who makes you feel extremely uncomfortable at first sight for no reason at all.

Now men also feel this kind of unreasonable disgust when they see Chi Lin.

But soon, the man in the wine-red shirt's black eyes flashed with a dissolute and malicious smile: "You can play if you want. The person holding the bottle will be replaced. How about changing it to your master?"

The man naturally thought that Chi Lin was also Jiang Mian's beast slave, and the fact seemed to be so, except that Jiang Mian was just calling him his friend on the surface.

Jiang Mian:......

The wine bottle exploded above her head. Not to mention whether the broken glass fragments would hurt her, the wine would flow down and she would probably get soaked.

Who is sick enough to play such a perverted game!

"How about we play another more exciting game?" Chi Lin curled his lips and smiled even more wantonly and evilly, and suddenly took out a gun and pointed it at the man in the burgundy shirt.

All of a sudden, the man's bodyguards stood up nervously, pulled out their guns and pointed them at Chi Lin. The two bodyguards outside the door even started to feel their heartbeats quicken.

There was no place to hide the gun on the young man's clothes. Where did he get the gun from?

All of a sudden, they realized that the young man had handed over the hub space, but he had another hub space, and it was hidden very deeply.

The black eyes of the man in the burgundy shirt suddenly turned cold, and he squinted his eyes and looked at Chi Lin.

Jiang Mian's eyebrows also jumped.

"Don't be nervous." Chi Lin chuckled. His slender fingers moved the dark muzzle of the gun away from the man in the wine-red shirt. He casually turned the gun and said playfully, "I'm not going to shoot. Why are you so nervous?"

His peach blossom eyes were casual and frivolous as he continued speaking, his voice carrying a lingering, crazy energy. "Playing games is nowhere near as thrilling as risking your life. This revolver in my hand only has one bullet and nine empty clips. Every time you fire, the position of the bullet in the clip changes. We can take turns firing. You can choose to shoot yourself or the other person. If the blank bullet is pointed at someone else, you lose. If the real bullet lands on you, you also lose."

Chi Lin threw the gun in his hand onto the table and said the last sentence in a rather provocative tone: "Do you dare?"

The man in wine-red clothes twitched his eyebrows and laughed angrily. His black eyes were filled with bloodthirsty madness. "Okay, very good, very good. I'll play with you."

Jiang Mian:......

She felt that Chi Lin was even more of a villain than the other party.

Which sick person would play such a life-threatening game?

These two people are totally sick!

After a while, the man's subordinates easily handed the gun to the man. The man in burgundy clothes picked up the gun and pointed it at his head. There was a click and the gun was empty. He threw the gun back on the table.

Chi Lin walked over slowly, picked up the gun, and quickly pointed it at his head. When Jiang Mian saw this, his eyebrows couldn't help but jump violently. The other party pressed the button very neatly, and only a click was heard, but it was not the sound of a bullet, proving that the gun was blank.

Jiang Mian felt his heart beating up and down.

Chi Lin casually threw the gun on the coffee table and made a crisp sound: "Come on."

The man's subordinates couldn't help but twitch their eyebrows when they saw this action. This guy actually threw the gun away with such contempt, so arrogant!

One of the subordinates was very tactful and continued to pick up the gun and handed it to the man with both hands.

The man's eyes were gloomy. He snatched the gun from his subordinate and shot himself in the head. There was another click, and the magazine was empty again.

He casually threw it back onto the table, making a crisp sound.

Chi Lin still bent down slowly, picked up the gun on the table, and continued to shoot himself.

Then, Chi Lin fired the fourth shot, but it was a miss.

The fifth shot the man fired was a blank.

At this time, Jiang Mian realized the trick.

There were ten bullets, the even-numbered ones were fired by Chi Lin, and the odd-numbered ones were fired by the man in the burgundy shirt.

If the gun's magazine has bullets in an even-numbered magazine, then no matter what, Chi Lin will be in control of the gun with the bullets.

It is also possible that the last shot is the one with a bullet, but that shot is also an even-numbered shot, so the first two shots have empty guns, and the last shot with a bullet will definitely be controlled by Chi Lin.

(End of this chapter)