The white-haired old man's words frightened Wang Haocai, and even the night pearl in his hand almost fell to the ground.

The blonde woman looked at Wang Haocai with contempt, crossed her hands in front of her chest, and snorted coldly. Then he looked at Qin Hao and Su Yu'er, especially Qin Hao's body for a few more moments.

Han Yifeng pursed her lips, smiled mockingly, and did not speak.

As for the old man and He Pingzhi, the former's expression remained unchanged and was still very gloomy. As for He Pingzhi's complexion, he turned much paler, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, forcing himself to calm down.

Su Yu'er, who was sitting on the solid wood chair, was also taken aback, and immediately looked at the six people, and then looked at the black cloth and sniper rifle in Ji Xiong's hand, and thought deeply for a moment! It's like understanding something.

Qin Hao looked at the white-haired old man calmly with cold eyes, picked up the red wine bottle on the table again, and drank the red wine in the bottle.

The moment Qin Hao looked at the white-haired old man, the eyes of the old man standing with his back shrank suddenly. The hand behind his back trembled, and his heart was already flooded with turbulent waves.

To live to this age, the white-haired old man has experienced too many things, whether it is character or heart, or life and scheming, which are not comparable to ordinary people. In the eyes of outsiders, the gaze in Qin Hao's eyes was full of coldness, but in the old man's heart, there was another conclusion.

In the eyes of the white-haired old man, Qin Hao's gaze was full of murderous aura, and in this murderous aura, there was indifference to living beings. The white-haired old man knew very well that only one person who had been killed for a long time and had already looked down on life and death could be revealed.

The white-haired old man had to be shocked, because from Qin Hao's gaze, the white-haired old man felt that he was not looking at a person but a demon, a gesture! The devil who will tremble for the earth when the wind and clouds change.

Now! The white-haired old man didn't dare to look at Qin Hao, and hurriedly withdrew his gaze, and the smile that had been hanging on his face quickly dissipated.

"Gambling on your life? I see that you are all idle and your eggs hurt. You are willing to go crazy, but the fat man will not accompany you. Wang Haocai swallowed his saliva, and put the night pearl in his arms as he spoke.

"Don't you want to eat? How did you back down when you heard about your gamble? As long as he doesn't hit you, you won't starve for three days. Zhuo Kui pointed his finger at Ji Xiong opposite, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at Wang Haocai coldly.

"The fat man won't starve to death for three days, and if he gets hit by a bullet, the game will be over. Don't understand such a simple truth? You're sick in the head, right? After Wang Haocai put the two night pearls away, he glared at Zhuo Kui.

Hear that! Zhuo Kui's eyes suddenly widened, and he was about to slap Wang Haocai angrily.

Right now! Qin Hao, who had been playing with the empty wine bottle with his hand, frowned with his black eyebrows, waved his right hand, and the empty wine bottle in his hand was immediately thrown out.

Seeing that Zhuo Kui's hand had not yet touched Wang Haocai, the empty wine bottle thrown out by Qin Hao suddenly smashed on Zhuo Kui's right hand.

The empty wine bottle shattered in response, and the back of Zhuo Kui's right hand was filled with glass shards, and traces of blood instantly flowed down from his fingertips.

Quiet! At this moment, the cellar is extremely quiet.

The blonde woman moved her steps slightly, intending to step forward to look at Zhuo Kui's wound, but after looking up at Qin Hao, the woman bit her lip lightly and stopped in place.

The white-haired old man's deep eyes shrank, and a look of shock appeared on his face. He didn't expect Qin Hao to make a move suddenly, but seeing Qin Hao's clean and neat movements, he was even more sure that Qin Hao was not an ordinary person.

The old man was closer to Zhuo Kui, and took a step back at this moment. The gloom on his face turned to horror.

At the moment when the wine bottle shattered, He Pingzhi hurriedly covered his head with his hand, and slowly put his hand down at this moment, seeing Zhuo Kui's injured right hand, He Pingzhi's face turned much paler.

Han Yifeng suddenly laughed, pointed to Zhuo Kui's injured and bleeding right hand, and said coldly: "Retribution is coming!" I didn't expect to see this scene again. ”

On the opposite side of these people, Ji Xiong fiercely looked at Qin Hao, who was doing nothing, his eyes were the same as those of a white-haired old man, shrinking! I also had a jealousy of Qin Hao in my heart.

Kio was originally a soldier, and his best skill is shooting. Shooting, on the other hand, focuses on both eyes and hands, observing the target through the scope, and immediately pulling the trigger with the finger when the timing is right.

And the scope is like a human eye, and the trigger of a sniper rifle is the empty wine bottle. Only by throwing out the empty wine bottle at the right time can Zhuo Kui's hand hit the back of Zhuo Kui's hand before it hit Wang Haocai.

Hand and eye and pinch the enemy on time, and he Ji Xiong can do it if he asks himself. Even a slightly trained person can do this. But the reason why Ji Xiong was jealous of Qin Hao was that Ji Xiong didn't find out that Qin Hao looked at Zhuo Kui at all, that is to say, Qin Hao didn't look at the trajectory of Ji Xiong's waving hand, but naturally waved his hand, and the wine bottle hit the back of Zhuo Kui's hand.

Ji Xiong doesn't think it's a coincidence, it's obviously a complete certainty, so he won't look at the target, and he will wave his hand naturally.

Wang Haocai kicked the broken glass on the ground, stepped forward and approached Zhuo Kui, and said with a smile: "You still dare to hit me with your hands?" Looks like you're really sick in the head. You're lucky, the bottle hit your hand, and if it had hit your head, your head would have blossomed. ”

Zhuo Kui pinched his right wrist with his left hand, trying to stop the blood flowing out. How high is the blood vessel on his forehead, he gritted his teeth tightly, panted in his snort, and looked at Wang Haocai viciously.

"The three of us are just passers-by, and we don't plan to participate in your game. Find something to eat for the two of them, and we'll rest for the night and leave tomorrow. Qin Hao didn't even look at Zhuo Kui, and even the rest of the people didn't look at it, he kept watching the portrayal on the table, and said lightly.

The cellar was surprisingly quiet, and you could hear the crisp sound of a needle falling on the ground.

A moment later! Ji Xiong put the sniper rifle in his hand on the table, smiled at Qin Hao, and said, "Brother! Food can be given to ......."

"I disagree! Why should he be given food? Kio! Don't forget the rules of the game. The reason why we play the game of gambling is not to get a share of the soup? If one person comes, divide the food? So why gamble your life? Everyone eats all the food and dies together. Sweat broke out on Zhuo Kui's forehead, his left hand pinched his wrist tightly, and when he heard that Ji Xiong was going to give food to Qin Hao and the others, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and said in a hurry.

Qin Hao, who was sitting on a solid wood chair, looked at Zhuo Kui for the first time, and an evil smile immediately appeared on his face, and he asked lightly, "Do you dare to gamble with me?" ”