Chapter 371: If I Win, I Will Be At Your Disposal

"Oh?" Simon was somewhat surprised. "What do you want to play?"

"Play with the gun." Hazel's eyes deepened. She had an idea, but it was very risky. However, she really had no choice but to take a big risk.

"You are a girl. Why do you always think about touching such dangerous things? There is also a gun on my body. It is a fun but not dangerous gun. Do you want to try?"

Listening to his flirting, Hazel resisted the anger building in her heart. Taking a deep breath, she sneered, "Are you afraid?"

"Should I be afraid?" Simon became interested. "You tell me, and I will listen. I want to hear this fun idea you have in your little head."

"We are going to gamble, who is luckier." Hazel squinted. "But since it is a gamble, of course, there must be a prize. If I win, you promise not to hurt me, let me go. If I win, I will be at your disposal."

"Interesting, how do you want to gamble?" Simon handsomely reached out, "You can choose any of these."

"What do you mean by playing this? Besides, I am not stupid. Who knows if you will cheat?" Hazel looked indifferently across the casino and then said, "If you want to play, we can play something interesting."

"Then you tell me, what do you want to play?" Simon was completely interested in Hazel’s proposal.

Hazel had her fists tightly by her side, she looked indifferently and said, “Prepare the revolver, only put one bullet inside, then we will take turns shooting at each other. If the bullet hits you, I win. If the bullet hits me, you win.”

Simon was silent for a long while. He admitted to himself that Hazel seemed always to surprise him, it was such a dangerous and exciting game for her to mention.

"You are thin, if you win, you will hurt me and leave. If you lose, I get a dead body?" Simon looked at her, "Sweetheart, your idea is good, but it is unfair that I lose whether I win or lose the game."

Hazel’s fingers began to relax, she was afraid that when she suggested the idea, Simon would agree immediately. If he did, she would be risking her life, him not agreeing gave her the opportunity to initiate the game.

"It doesn’t have to be a real bullet, we can use an anesthetic bomb." She proposed coldly.

Simon smiled even more strangely, Hazel would play games with him, so honestly? He always felt that it would not be that simple.

Although he had only met Hazel twice, he was still very confident about his judgment of people. Even though Hazel had a bit of personality, she was actually very simple. People like him who grew up in the dark world were totally different than her, but she was also a smart girl who could play tricks. He knew that since she had offered to play the game, she must have other plans.

"To tell the truth, I don't want to be with you because we are not the same kind of people at all," Hazel lifted her head and said firmly. "I can also understand that you won’t let me go before you are tired of me. So, I have to gamble for myself; I hope you don’t pull any tricks. If I really lose this time, then I will give up to escape."

Looking at her sincere eyes, Simon suddenly found out that her request was really difficult to refuse.

"Well, I will ask someone to prepare our game." He nodded. While they waited, they played some small games, Simon had it rigged so that Hazel would win almost every time.

He snorted twice. "Look, you are so lucky. If you continue to play like this, I am afraid that I will have to let you go."

Hazel glanced at him silently, and she sneered. "I hope that for a while, you can make me lucky."

Simon looked at her with a playful look, the girl really had some abilities, and she could see his little tricks.

After a few games, Simon took her to a luxury room that had a revolver and anesthetic bomb laying on the table.

Hazel reached for the revolver but was stopped by Simon.

"Let's add some prizes, okay?" Simon smiled like a fox.

Hazel frowned, "What?"

Simon said with awkwardness, "We may not know until the last bullet, which it will hit. Before that, if I get through safely, you will take something off. If you get through a round safely, I will take off something. Okay?”

"Oh, do you think I want to watch you take off your clothes?" Hazel raised her eyebrows coldly. "Is it me who has the disadvantage?"

"That's it, we don't play," Simon whispered, and he acted like a child.

"If I don’t, I play this game with you, isn't it a loss? As long as I don't play, you cannot run away. But, there is a 50% chance of losing you, who wants to play this kind of game?"

Hazel frowned. She does not want to agree with Simon's request, but at this point, she didn’t want to upset the plan.

"I can promise you," Hazel gritted. "But you have to promise me that I put the bulletin."

Simon lifted his lips, he knew she clearly had other plans, and chuckled. "Isn’t this the kind of thing that a third person should do? Isn't that fair?"

"They are your people. I don't trust you, I have to install the bullet." Seeing that Simon appeared to be thinking, Hazel suddenly smiled. "Simon, you won’t be afraid, will you? The pistol is yours, the bullet is yours, and the room is yours. What can I do? You still need to think about it?"

Although Hazel’s words were not extremely heavy, they did have a strong hint of ridicule.

"Well, this matter is up to you." There was a bit of cold shining in Simon’s eyes. "However, for the sake of fairness, the first bullet was shot by me."

"As you like." Hazel shrugged indifferently.

Simon squinted. Hazel was deliberately antagonizing him, but he still only found her a little suspicious. He thought she would definitely do something to the bullet, but her attitude made him dismiss his thoughts. However, could she have some other trick?

Hazel has already picked up the revolver. She inserted the anesthetic bomb into the slot, and then she turned the wheel and closed the pistol.

"You are skillful." Simon folded his arms and smiled.

"I only ever played with a simulated revolver," Hazel said faintly. "There is no big difference between that and a real gun."

After that, she calmly put the pistol on the table and pushed toward Simon.