A six-hole revolver means there are five opportunities to fire. In other words, if the first four shots are blanks, the person who fires first faces a greater risk.
"Guess either a head or a number. I want a head. The loser shoots first." Li Hongwei took out a bullet.
"No need for such trouble. I'm the junior, so I'll fire the first shot." Ye Xingchen took the pistol, smiled slightly, and fired a shot into his own head.
"You've got guts." Li Hongwei sneered, grabbed a pistol, and shot himself in the head.
Ye Xingchen fired the third shot, then handed the gun to Li Hongwei.
Li Hongwei frowned, took the pistol, and glanced at Ye Xingchen: "Kid, you've got guts."
"No time for small talk, the game is in progress." Ye Xingchen raised his hand to signal, "Please fire the fourth shot, Mr. Li."
Li Hongwei held the gun, and fine beads of sweat began to seep from his palms.
Honestly, he regretted playing this game with this kid; the bullets were real, and the risks were real too.
Three shots have already been fired, and the risk of a fourth shot is extremely high.
Gambling could cost him his life, but not gambling? His subordinates were watching intently; if he chickened out, his prestige would be ruined.
"If you're scared, I'll still fire the shot," Ye Xingchen said with a slight smile. "Or you can just admit defeat."
"However, President Li is a big shot in Xuancheng. If you ask a young guy like me to admit defeat, wouldn't that be a bit much? You choose for yourself: take the risk or back down."
Ye Xingchen took a few steps forward and leaned closer to Li Hongwei: "President Li, hurry up and make your choice. Your subordinates are all watching. As the leader, you should set an example for your subordinates. If you back down, how will they respect you in the future?"
Li Hongwei was provoked and immediately flew into a rage, but after hesitating for a long time, he still dared not fire a fourth shot at his own head.
He slammed the gun on the table with a bang and said through gritted teeth, "Kid, you win."
"This is really boring." Ye Xingchen shook his head helplessly. "President Li, you chickened out too quickly. Let's take a gamble; maybe we'll still have a chance."
"Heh, my life is worth more than yours, so you're not worth me risking my life for." Li Hongwei sneered, "You're not worthy either."
"Well, you're used to being pampered anyway, so you can make excuses for yourself." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly: "In that case, then if those people who instigate you keep causing trouble for Brother Kun, then we can't let it go like this next time."
Ye Xingchen gave Li Hongwei a warning look, then waved and led his group away.
Zhou Bao glanced at Li Hongwei with a mocking expression. He followed Ye Xingchen and the group quickly walked out the door.
"Everyone, disperse." Li Hongwei's face was extremely grim.
Although he suffered no losses this time, his reputation was completely wiped out. He waved his hand to dismiss his underlings and then returned to the private room alone.
He opened the revolver, and there, where the pistol was aimed, was a bullet stuck.
Li Hongwei was startled and broke out in a cold sweat.
Fortunately, he didn't act impulsively, otherwise the bullet might have pierced his head.
Ye Xingchen returned to the clubhouse, where two burly men were fighting in the arena.
Liu Kun, sitting in the best viewing spot on the second floor, watched as one of them was taken down and couldn't help but shout "Good!"
Liu Kun was very fond of fighting. Although he was a cultured man, he had become deeply fascinated by the feeling of bloodshed ever since he committed the crime.
So when he had nothing to do, he would usually stay in the arena, watching the bloodshed before him to stimulate his senses.
Sang Qing was also watching from the side. As the duel came to an end, he picked up a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.
"Brother Kun, have you found out anything about Ye Cheng's background?" Sang Qing asked, putting down his cup.
"The details have been investigated, and there are no problems," Liu Kun said calmly. "You don't know him, so why do you have such a strong prejudice against him?"
“It’s not that I have a prejudice against him, but I think we have to be careful in everything.” Sang Qing sneered, “That kid has only been here for a few days, and you trust him so much? And he’s climbed up so fast, the brothers below him are not convinced.”
"Not convinced?" Liu Kun said coldly, "If they dare to escape from Sanka's territory, then go back alone, retrieve the goods, and cut off Sanka's head, I will also put them in this high position."
"But there's something strange about this kid. Aren't you afraid he might have some kind of problem?"
“What problems could he possibly have? He’s already pledged his loyalty and demonstrated his abilities.” Liu Kun said in a deep voice, “Even if he does have problems, I’ll accept it. I’ll just say I was blind to his true character.”
"Hehe, Brother Kun, I'll say something you won't like to hear, don't get angry." Sang Qing sneered, "Everything you have now isn't entirely yours."
"You need to understand that you are working for Young Master Huang. If anything goes wrong, Young Master Huang will be the one who suffers the most in the end."
“I know who I’m working for, you don’t need to remind me again, Sang Qing. I’m warning you this time, you were just sent by Young Master Huang to watch me do things, not to teach me how to do things.” Liu Kun looked coldly at Huang Sang Qing: “This time you bypassed me and took the initiative to talk business with a group of Vietnamese people, which is a big taboo. Don’t let it happen again.”
Sang Qing's expression changed slightly. He had kept this matter very secret, but he did not expect it to reach Liu Kun's ears.
It seems that among the people he trusts, there are some of Liu Kun's people.
“I just want to expand our business. Those Vietnamese have channels to send goods to China.” Sang Qing defended himself: “Young Master Huang’s trip abroad this time is to open up the domestic market. I’m just helping Young Master Huang out of his way.”
"First of all, stop making excuses for your greed. I'm not stupid." Liu Kun sneered, "This has happened more than once. I know exactly where you traded, who you talked to, and how much money you made."
"You're spying on me?" Sang Qing was taken aback, dropping his cigarette to the ground. He stood up abruptly, glaring angrily at Liu Kun.
"If you could hide even this little thing from me, do you think I could have stayed in this position for so long?" Liu Kun laughed. "Do you know why Young Master Huang has always trusted me, while you've always wanted to replace me but haven't been able to?"
"Why?" Sang Qing's expression changed constantly, but in the end he still asked this question.
Yes, he was also one of Huang Tai's men, and he believed that his abilities were no less than Liu Kun's. However, over the years, no matter how hard he tried, Liu Kun always managed to outmaneuver him.
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