917 Is This Gun Broken? Why Isn't It Ringing?
Cheng Fei'er almost cursed. This guy was really crazy. How could he believe in fortune-telling?
She immediately rushed forward to snatch the pistol.
But Ye Feng had already picked up the gun and pressed it against his temple.
Cheng Fei'er was so frightened that she did not dare to move anymore. "Ye Feng, you… don't be reckless, we... let's go back to Yang Cheng…"
She had no feelings for Ye Feng before, she even hated him a little. If it wasn't for the mission, she wouldn't have gone with him.
However, at this moment, this man might be about to die, but she had a heart-wrenching feeling, as if she was about to lose something important.
Only then did she realize that she had unknowingly become dependent on him.
But Ye Feng was still unmoved, he pulled the trigger.
Pa da!
The third shot missed again.
Cheng Fei'er's body trembled as he pulled the trigger.
When she saw that the danger was over, she could not stand steadily. She could only stand by supporting herself with the gambling table.
Everyone's hearts were in their throats just now, and they finally heaved a sigh of relief.
Only Hong Jiajun had a look of disappointment on his face. He had let this kid escape another calamity.
However, there were still two more shots. This kid would eventually be unable to escape death.
At the thought of this, a smile appeared on his face again.
Ye Feng looked at the gun with a puzzled expression. "Is this gun broken? Why isn't it ringing?"
Hearing his question, everyone present almost fell to the ground.
Was this human language?
Listening to his tone, it was as if he was a little regretful that the bullet had not been fired.
If it really rang, would you still be alive to speak?
Ye Feng did not care what they thought. He pointed the gun at his eyes. "If I shoot like this, won't I die a more miserable death?"
Everyone looked at him in a daze. Why did it feel like this guy wasn't afraid of death at all?
At a time like this, he was still treating it as a game?
Just as they were cursing in their hearts, Ye Feng pulled the trigger again.
Pa da…
The sound of machinery colliding rang out again, especially clear in the quiet interior of the bag.
The fourth shot was still an empty shot!
Everyone's mood went through another rollercoaster ride. They were all so scared that they broke out in cold sweat.
The seniors in the gambling circle were old after all. They were so scared that their legs were trembling. They hurriedly found a few chairs and sat down.
As for Cheng Fei'er and Helen, they were also scared out of their wits as they looked at Ye Feng blankly.
They really didn't know if they should say that this guy was bold or that he was lucky.
Even now, he still looked calm and had a smile on his face from the beginning to the end. Even when he pulled the trigger, it did not change.
Not to mention anything else, just this state of mind was already not something that ordinary people could understand.
Meanwhile, Hong Jiajun became nervous again.
He didn't expect this b*stard to be so lucky. He actually escaped two consecutive shots.
Now, there were two shots left. Both of them had a 50-50 chance of dying.
If Ye Feng had activated the bullet in advance, that would be the best.
However, if his third shot still missed, then he would definitely die!
Thus, he was more nervous than anyone else. He stared at Ye Feng, and he did not dare to relax for even a second.
Ye Feng seemed to have noticed his nervousness. He deliberately dilly-dallied and did not fire a third shot.
Hong Jiajun was tormented and finally couldn't take it anymore. "F*cking shoot! There were three shots in total. Are you trying to renege on your debt?"
Ye Feng's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Now, we both have a chance to live, why don't you go first?"
Hong Jiajun immediately felt conflicted.
The remaining two magazines must have a bullet in them. This was certain.
The only uncertainty was whether the bullet was in the fifth or sixth magazine.
If it was the fifth one, then he would be courting death if he chose to shoot first.
But if it was the sixth one, after Ye Feng fired this shot, he would definitely die.
He wished he had x-ray vision and could see the structure inside the pistol!
This b*stard was really too bad. Wasn't he deliberately torturing him by throwing him such a dilemma?
This decision was too difficult to make. As long as he made a mistake, he would be doomed forever.
Helen looked at him with disdain.
Compared to Ye Feng, this guy really had no ability, no courage. He was really trash!
"Have you considered it?" Ye Feng was getting impatient. He immediately urged.
"I... I choose... later." Hong Jiajun finally made a difficult decision.
Now that the chance of death had increased to 50%, he really could not muster the courage to shoot first.
Now, he could only hope that the bullet in the fifth magazine would directly blow up this guy's head.
Otherwise… He did not dare to think about the consequences!
Ye Feng only smiled lightly. "Even if I give you a chance, you are useless. Don't blame me."
With that, he pulled the trigger.
