Sky-high pillow: the chief domineering substitute bride

Chapter 314

Brother Leopard wrote the numbers one, two, three, and four on a few cut pieces of paper, then rolled up the paper and shook it in his palm for a while, and now no one knew the numbers in his palm. What's the number on the note.

Brother Leopard threw the note on the table and said:
"You can pick whatever you want, and the number you pick is the number. Don't think that number one is unlucky, and number four doesn't necessarily mean happiness, the probability is the same."

With trembling hands, Wan Yao took out one of the four notes. He held it in his palm, not daring to even look at it. The sweat in his palm was soaked, and the note soon softened.

The other three gamblers also had their own characteristics. A big man with a height of 180 cm showed a resolute expression at this time. He stepped forward and pulled out a note, opened it on the spot, and forced himself to be calm and authentic:
"It's number 2."

Seeing that there were only two notes left, a middle-aged man with a mustache stepped forward and took one, opened it, and said:
"number 3."

At this time, there was only the last note left on the table, but the remaining fat man no longer needed to draw it. This note was either 1 or 4, and this was his fate.

The fat man's hands were trembling, but he opened the note and looked at it, with a strange expression on his face, and said:
"No. 1. Ha, that's okay. Extending the head is also a shot, and retracting the head is also a shot. It's better to be the first one."

Wan Yao didn't even need to open the note to know that he was the last one, No. 4.

But for the sake of the rules of the casino, he still spread out the note, and when he looked at it, it was clearly written with the number 4.

Wan Yao also showed the note to the people present, and said with difficulty: "No. 4. Uh, it seems that I have the greatest chance and the greatest probability."

This sentence was not funny at all, and it didn't even resonate with everyone. The other three people all glanced at him, and there was no warmth in their eyes.

"Okay, everyone has drawn their numbers. Now, number 1 will fire the first shot. There is only one bullet in the gun, and after four shots, if the gun doesn't go off, then rotate the bullet plate again. Do it all over again. This is a gamble where the last man standing wins, so good luck to everyone."

After finishing speaking, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Brother Bao picked up the revolver on the roulette, took out a bullet from his pocket, stuffed it into the magazine, and said:
"One has six magazines, and now it only holds one bullet."

After speaking, Brother Bao quickly turned the flipper, and then closed the flipper with lightning speed.

"Okay, you start on the first day."

Brother Leopard's words made the fat man who had drawn No. 1 shake violently, his eyes were frozen, and he tried to move his legs, but it seemed that his legs weighed a thousand catties.

Finally, the fat man walked to the edge of the table, picked up the revolver with difficulty, and then picked up the revolver trembling all the way, pointed it at his temple, and closed his eyes.

The fat man looked pitiful and funny, but no one present could laugh out loud.Because next, it will be their turn.

"Crack", the fat man finally pulled the trigger.

His eyelids trembled, then he opened his eyes in disbelief, and said with a smile:

"No bullets, I won."

Of course, he only won the first game.

However, the huge threat of death has temporarily rotated away from him, leaving the other three people to face the grinning grin of death.

As the fat man pulled the trigger, everyone's hearts were lifted to their chests. Seeing that the fat man's first shot didn't go off, the big tall man who drew No. 2 stepped forward and picked up the revolver. It's a gun to the head:
"Card", still no sound.

The big tall man swam to the ghost gate in just ten seconds, he let out a breath of foul air, then put the gun heavily on the table, and walked back as neatly as when he came here just now. in situ.

The bearded middle-aged man was as nervous as the fat man. He picked up the revolver, closed his eyes as if praying silently, and then he was about to pull the trigger with his fingers.

If the beard doesn’t go off, the probability of the gun going off when it’s Wan Yao’s turn is very high. The original six-to-one probability suddenly increased to three to one. bigger than others.

Wan Yao's face turned pale all of a sudden, and his beating heart was bumping against his chest, as if he was about to jump out of his mouth and run away.

Once dead, it will be made into a humanoid sculpture, and I don't know if it will show the internal organs or the internal structure of the head. Thinking of the picture he saw just now, Wan Yao's chest tenses up as if it is about to explode.

Yes, he didn't want to die.

He didn't want to take part in the gamble.

It would be great if time could go back to the time when he didn't know Brother Bao, he would definitely rush back and confess in front of his father, telling him that he had made such a big mistake, but he knew that he had repented, and he would never gamble again.

"Is my son's life really in danger?"

In the monitoring room, Dr. Wan had clearly seen his son's pale and tense face, and understood the seriousness of the game. Dr. Wan's hands couldn't help shaking slightly.

"Keep reading. We promised you that we will let your son get rid of his gambling addiction. Believe us, we will definitely do it."

Nangong Toshihiko replied noncommittally.

Only then did Dr. Wan realize a problem, that is, when An Yichen agreed to him, he didn't specify whether to give him a dead son or a living son. If a person dies, of course he won't be addicted to gambling, right?
Dr. Wan's heart also rose to his chest, but he could see that this Chief Nangong was a man of his word, and the current situation was no longer something he could stop.

"Crack", with the sound of the revolver hitting the firing pin, the middle-aged man with a beard unexpectedly escaped danger.

He put the revolver on the table with a sigh of relief, floated off the table with a little weakness in his legs, and stood back to his original position.

Now, the focus is on Wan Yao.

Wan Yao has never felt so difficult as at this moment. Even if he lost 200 million in a bet, he just ran away with a slap on his butt, but now it is no longer a scene where he can just slap his butt and slip away. The bodyguards staring at him, their bodies were guarded, their hands were in their pockets, and they knew without thinking that there must be a weapon aimed at him.

Wan Yao's face was ashen, and his mind should be blank, but he couldn't help but think of those weird corpse specimens, those objects that Brother Bao called human body physiological sculpture art.

If it is dragged to be displayed in front of the public, if you don’t say anything, everyone will think that it is made of plastic, lifelike, but it is a real human body.

Thinking that if the bullet exploded in his head, he would be dragged into the death factory next door and be cut alive, Wan Yao couldn't help but open his body.

At this time, he was the same as the fat man at the beginning, even shaking more violently than the fat man. Then, he suddenly found that there was heat between his legs, and a stream of liquid flowed from between his legs.

Wan Yao peed in fright...

(End of this chapter)