919 You Want To Compete in Courage?

This unexpected turn of events was too unexpected for everyone present.

In the blink of an eye, Cheng Fei'er who was standing beside Ye Feng immediately opened her arms and blocked in front of him.

The others all closed their eyes, unable to bear to see this tragedy.

However, the expected gunshot did not appear. Just like the previous few times, there was a crisp sound of mechanical collision.

Cheng Fei'er was stunned.

Hong Jiajun was stunned.

Everyone present was stunned!

What was going on?

This revolver had a total of six magazines. The first five were empty, so the last one should have bullets.

But why did this happen?

Could it be…

Everyone thought of a possibility. They turned to look at Ye Feng.

Under everyone's gaze, Ye Feng slowly opened his right palm and a golden bullet appeared.

In fact, he had already taken out the bullet when he first got the pistol. Otherwise, even if he was not afraid of death, he would not have taken his life as a joke.

When Cheng Fei'er saw this scene, she immediately covered her mouth, crying and laughing.

It turned out that this guy had already prepared for this. No wonder he could be so calm.

She had been worried about him all this time. He was really too bad.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She hit him hard on the chest twice.

Ye Feng grabbed her wrist and stared at her.

Cheng Fei'er couldn't pull it out after a few tries, and she immediately felt embarrassed and anxious. She immediately threatened, "You... Let go."

Ye Feng's lips curled up into a smirk. "You even took the initiative to crawl into my embrace just now. Now you're turning against me?"

Cheng Fei'er felt even more ashamed now. She was only excited at that time and did not think too much about it.

Now that he had said it himself, she wished she could find a hole to hide in.

Helen saw the intimate interaction between the two of them and a hint of jealousy flashed across her eyes.

She was really lucky to be his woman.

As for the seniors in the gambling circle, they were more concerned about how Ye Feng took the bullet away.

They had been staring at him the entire time and did not see that he had done anything.

They were all well-known people in the gambling world. To be able to take the bullet away without anyone noticing, wasn't this technique too amazing?

At this moment, Hong Jiajun shouted angrily, "B*stard, you cheated?"

He really wanted to skin Ye Feng alive.

No wonder the other party could remain so calm. It turned out that he had already taken the bullets away.

On the other hand, he had warned the entire time, and his performance could only be described as 'pathetic'. It could be said that he had lost all face.

One could imagine how angry he was now.

Only then did Ye Feng let go of Cheng Fei'er and turned to look at him. His expression immediately darkened: "Luckily I took out the bullet in advance, otherwise I would have died under your gun. I didn't expect the genius of the Hong family to be such a despicable person."

Hong Jiajun felt a little guilty. He hurriedly shifted his gaze away and did not dare to look him in the eye.

He was indeed terrified at that time.

He did not want to die. He still had a bright future ahead of him. If he died just like that, he would have nothing left.

Thus, he had the courage to shoot at Ye Feng.

He wanted to shoot this b*stard to death and then use the Hong family's power to scare the others and make them shut up.

His plan was pretty good, but he never expected that the gun would be empty, making his plan fail.

"You... don't change the topic. You were the one who cheated first. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had to do anything and you would have died long ago."

Since things had already come to this point, he could only make a countercharge.

Ye Feng heard his excuses and sneered. "It seems that before the gambling started, you said that we would bet on Thousand Arts for all three rounds. I also used Thousand Arts to remove the bullet. If you can't tell, that's because you're not skilled enough. How can you blame me?"

Hong Jiajun was instantly speechless. Before the bet started, he had indeed said that he would bet on Thousand Arts today.

Dice and poker were gambling games, and betting on one's life was also a gambling game.

Since it was a gamble, there was nothing wrong with cheating.

The gambling seniors nodded.

"That's right. Since it's a competition of Thousand Arts, it's reasonable for him to use Thousand Arts to take the bullet."

"I feel that this Young Mr. Feng's thousand techniques have already reached the acme of perfection. In any case, I can't see it."

"That's right, Hong Jiajun didn't fire according to the agreed rules, so this round should be counted as Mr. Feng's victory."

"Best of three, Mr. Feng has already won this match."

"I think so too…"

Hong Jiajun was instantly anxious. If he admitted defeat just like that, wouldn't he have to fulfill his promise and give up on the Gambling King Tournament?

Then his legend of winning the Triple Championship would come to an end.

"This round is a competition of courage. Since he cheated, he should naturally lose. If you dare to shield him, you're going against our Hong family!" he hurriedly shouted at the gambling seniors, looking very scary.

Those people were instantly frightened by his aura.

Although they had a high reputation in the gambling world, they were still a little afraid when facing a giant like the Hong family.

Ye Feng saw that this guy was desperate and laughed coldly. "You want to compete in courage? I'll fulfill your wish!"

As he spoke, he walked over and snatched the revolver from his hand.

"You... what are you doing?"

Hong Jiajun took a step back and looked at him in bewilderment.

Ye Feng did not bother with him, instead, he flicked the revolver and stuffed all the bullets on the table into it, leaving only one.

Then, he slammed the pistol on the table with a bang and turned to look at Hong Jiajun. "What courage is there to bet on a bullet? If you have the guts, let's bet five bullets. Do you dare?"

Hong Jiajun's expression changed drastically when he heard that.

Five bullets?

Didn't that mean that the chances of survival were only one in six?

There was a high possibility that the first shot would be a headshot.