Chapter 329 Half
"All living people...absolute neutrality..."
In the audience, Jiang Luan frowned and kept muttering Lu Qian's words.
Is it really as simple as just letting Rocky be a fair dealer?
Is there anything absolute? If there is no relative existence, there is no absolute meaning... Then what does absolute neutrality represent?
All living people...are they included in these people?
“Themis…” Why must it be Themis?
There are clearly two gods of justice, but only Themis has his eyes and ears covered, holds a sword in his left hand, and a scale in his right hand.
Jiang Luan gently raised his left hand, then his right hand, and looked around.
Lu Qian is on the stage and they are below. There must be some things that Lu Qian cannot do, but only they can do.
His brows slowly relaxed, and as if tentatively, he slowly closed his eyes, his whole body empty on the seat.
Seeing Jiang Luan about to fall asleep, Ling Shuo punched him hard on the shoulder, "You idiot, you're fucking stupid! Why are you sleeping at this critical moment?"
Jiang Luan gritted his teeth in pain, but ignored Ling Shuo and did not open his eyes.
Lei Ya, who was sitting next to him, was the first to sense that something was wrong with Jiang Luan. She raised her hand to stop Ling Shuo, "Don't touch him yet."
Ling Shuo glanced at Lei Ya in confusion.
Lei Ya looked at Jiang Luan's serious face and pursed her lips slightly. "He must have thought of something."
——Gambling table——
Lu Qian made a soothing gesture towards Lu Ao, "Don't get excited, I said I'm not here to persuade you to give up."
"I don't remember anything before I was three years old. I also want to ask you, have I ever called you 'Dad'?"
Before Lu Ao could reply, Rex spoke first: "You're obviously playing the emotional card. Do you think I'm a fool, baby?"
"What are you so anxious about, Rex?" Lu Qian frowned and looked at Rex sincerely. "I'm not trying to play the emotional card. If he dies, won't I never be able to ask these questions in my lifetime?"
She lowered her eyes and said in a very sad tone: "I have never said so many words to my father..."
"Sweetheart, seeing you so sad makes me almost break my heart." Louis sat behind Lu Ao and said frivolously.
"I forgot too."
Lu Ao calmly put out his cigar, lowered his head, and no longer looked at anyone in the room.
The air fell silent again for a moment, the sound of waves lapping gently, and the wind they created blew the robes of the god of death.
The smell of death is rotten seaweed, salt wind, and a little bit of gunpowder.
After a moment, Lu Qian blinked twice, rubbed his face, and calmed down. "Okay, the game can continue."
"Ooooh! Then I can start!"
The moment Lu Qian finished speaking, Louis almost jumped up from his chair. He was obviously very excited. He couldn't wait to send Lu Ao to the underworld himself.
He rotated the revolver's cylinder several times on his arm, quickly loaded the chamber and aimed it at Lu Ao's head, his movements smooth and fluid.
"Why do you hate him so much?" Lu Qian looked at Louis and spoke softly again.
"How many questions do you have?" Rex interrupted Lu Qian again, this time with even more impatience.
Lu Qian slammed the table and stood up, frowning and yelling at Rex: "So what are you so anxious about?! You're about to die, and you're not even allowed to talk!"
The angry and resentful tone was like an ordinary girl complaining about her parents who broke into her room.
Lu Qian's temper was so inexplicable and petty that even Rex was stunned.
"Oh……"
Rex came back to his senses, sneered, stood up, snatched the gun from Louis's hand, and pointed it at Lu Qian's forehead.
"You woman, stop pretending to be stupid with me."
He opened his eyes slightly, anger and murderous intent emanated from those narrow slits, and his finger was already firmly on the trigger.
Lu Qian looked at the dark muzzle of the gun in front of him and raised his eyebrows. "You want to kill me?"
Her tone had a rising ending, and her fear could not be concealed amidst her ease. It was obvious that she was forcing herself.
Rex looked at Lu Qian and knew at a glance that all her actions were just bluffing. Haha, how could a little girl like her not be afraid?
He looked down at her and chuckled, "So what?"
"Master, excuse me for reminding you that the game is not over yet." Rocky's old voice sounded from the side.
The game is not over, players cannot break the rules, and the dealer is the god at the gambling table.
Rex raised his eyebrows coldly upon hearing this, took the pistol from Lu Qian's head, slowly placed it on the table, and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
"Sorry, Mr. Dealer."
"Please," Rocky gestured to Louis, "Mr. Louis."
Louis picked up the pistol again, played with it in his hand, raised his head, and thought about Lu Qian's question, "Do you hate him?"
"Hate him?" He glanced at Lu Ao who was sitting there. "I don't think I hate him."
"A bastard and a house slave, who respects who?"
He once again pointed the gun accurately at Lu Ao's head, "I just can't stand seeing him so bitter and resentful. This piece of rotten meat has been hanging on for long enough, he deserves to die.
Not only him, but everyone deserves to die..."
Louis smiled elegantly, with the same gentle coldness as usual between his brows, and greeted softly: "One-half, are you ready? Father?"
“Bang!”
There was a dull thud of the trigger, and the revolver slowly turned.
This time, Louis didn't give anyone a chance to interrupt.
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