Atlantic Casino, Philadelphia.

The ground floor is bustling and bustling.

The dark waves on the top floor are surging.

Huo Jinting copied his pocket with one hand, stood tall and jade, standing straight in front of the gambling table, with a strong aura, and looked straight at Wen Yuan, who was sitting opposite.

From the time Wen Yuan sent someone to give him an invitation, he already knew that this was a Hongmen banquet, and he came to the banquet because he was not afraid of what Wen Yuan would do to him.

The depression and decadence of the past few days have made Wen Yuan's temperament more and more gloomy and dead, and he missed Jiang Ruo too much and couldn't eat, so he lost a lot of weight.

The short and shredded hair grew a little longer, covering the full forehead, and the already cold and white skin became more and more pale and haggard, and the gray eyelids were too sickly and terrifying.

He was dressed very formally, his hair was dyed back to smoky blue, ear bone chains, snake rings, and a wedding ring with Jiang Ruo on his ring finger, but the most eye-catching thing was the black bracelet on his wrist.

What Huo Jinting probably didn't know was that there were ashes of "Jiang Ruo" inside.

Wen Yuan wears her by his side all the time, and wants to be with her forever, as well as their daughter, a family of three, not separated.

Wen Yuan looked violent and wild, full of danger.

Wen Yuan smoked casually, the back of his white hands and slender fingers were extremely sexy, the thick white mist covered half of his handsome face, and a low and clear voice suddenly sounded: "Do you dare to bet?"

"Bet on what?"

"Fate."

Huo Jinting's brows furrowed imperceptibly, "What do you mean?"

"There were two guns on the table, one of which had no bullets and the other had only one bullet." Wen Yuan slowly explained, "There is only one chance to choose, depending on whose fate is greater." ap.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious.

It's a game of life and death.

He won the bet, avenged Jiang Ruo, and successfully killed Huo Jinting; And he lost the bet, so he went to accompany Jiang Ruo by himself.

Regarding Wen Yuan's bet, Huo Jinting was slightly stunned.

I didn't expect Wen Yuan to be so infatuated with Jiang Ruo, and he wasn't even afraid of death?

Want to be martyred?

What a madman.

Huo Jinting's slender fingers slowly tapped on the gambling table, and a pair of cold and sharp phoenix eyes under the gold wire glasses were reflecting the cold glow, and his expression did not change, he was still indifferent, "Why should I bet with you?"

If he died, he would have done such a game of fake death in vain!

Wen Yuan threw away the cigarette butt that had not yet been smoked, and drew a dark red arc in the air, which fell to the ground.

He got up angrily, anger and hatred burst out from the depths of his brain, like a hot current rushing to his limbs, his eyes overflowed with gloom, and he roared angrily, "What happened to you and her after you left the port city, and let her die a tragic death outside!"

Huo Jinting showed a slight apology, and his face was heavy, "Jiang Ruo's death was an accident, and I didn't protect it well."

People are dead, and it's useless to talk too much.

The two are evenly matched, and if they come hard, they will only lose both, and no one can die.

But Wen Yuan is determined to let someone die tonight!

No matter who wins this bet, Wen Yuan will not live anymore, he wants to go to another world to find Jiang Ruo, to accompany her, to love her, for this reason he also deliberately dressed himself up carefully, dreaming back to the time when she still loved him.

Probably in that distant Elysium, there was no other man to rob him.

"You don't choose, I'll choose for you!"

Wen Yuan casually picked up a pistol on the table, and at the same time, the bodyguards following behind Huo Jinting were also holding guns.

Which of the two guns had bullets, Wen Yuan himself was not sure.

Since it's gambling, it's exciting to play.

Life and death are hard to tell.

Wen Yuan did not hesitate and pulled the trigger happily.

Can...

If there are no gunshots, it means...

The gun he picked up had no bullets in it, which meant more...

Next he's going to use another handful

A gun with bullets is pointed at your own head, and you shoot yourself!

Huo Jinting stared at Wen Yuan leisurely, proudly stirring his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth smiled: "It seems that my life is big."

Immediately, the corners of Huo Jinting's mouth raised more and more arcs, and the whole person showed a high-spirited appearance, and a hearty and happy chuckle came out of his voice: "Prince Wen, it's your turn."

As if he was watching a farce, he was leisurely and contented, admiring the jokes brought by Wen Yuan with interest.

Wen Yuan came back to his senses from his astonishment, threw away the gun without bullets in his hand gloomily, gritted his teeth unwillingly, and said, "Huo Jinting, your life is really big."

The corners of Huo Jinting's eyes were rarely filled with laughter, and there was a naked mockery in his voice: "Come, let me see your luck."

On the side, Mo Yin dissuaded: "Master Yuan, there are bullets in the second gun, you can't shoot yourself!"

Mo Yin knew that Wen Yuan was already crazy, and he had spent three days with Jiang Ruo's ashes in a room without eating or drinking earlier, and now he dared to gamble his life.

Before this bet began, Mo Yin had already secretly sent someone to contact Wen Xingzhi.

He couldn't let Wen Yuan die like this!

I don't want Wen Yuan to continue to be depressed and disgusted with the world!

Under Huo Jinting's gaze, Wen Yuan slowly picked up the second gun on the table, the cold body of the gun was flashing with the light of death.

His face did not change, his deep dark eyes were silent and cold, as if he had a desire for death, and his voice could not hear a trace of waves at all: "I am willing to lose the bet."

Then, Wen Yuan pointed the gun at his temple, the black muzzle pressed against his most vulnerable place, with just one shot, he could leave this world forever and find the happiness he wanted.

Wen Yuan could clearly feel a sour numbness surging through his body along the tendons, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his nerves, putting him in an extremely nervous mood.

The air was filled with extreme silence, all waiting for Wen Yuan's shot.

The night outside the window was like ink, the stars were dawning and the moon, and the shallow light was sprinkled in, shining on Wen Yuan's body, making him more and more lonely.

And under these many eyes, Wen Yuan shot himself.

The moment he pulled the trigger, Huo Jinting's face obviously flashed with consternation, he really didn't expect Wen Yuan to be so determined to die.

But...

Still no gunshots.

Wen Yuan couldn't help but be stunned, and fired several shots in succession, all of which were empty.

Other words...

He won!

The first gun he picked up had a bullet in it!

And the reason why the shot that was fired at Huo Jinting just now didn't go off was because it was jammed, which caused Huo Jinting to escape his life.

Both of them had the same luck, and they both deserved to die.

Similarly, Huo Jinting is also aware of this.

"Wen Yuan, I never promised you that I would gamble with you." Huo Jinting didn't bother to waste any more time with Wen Yuan, so he said goodbye, "Okay, I don't have so much time to mess around with you, so I can do it myself."

Huo Jinting just walked with his front foot, and his foot appeared after Wen Xing.

Faced with Wen Xingzhi's sudden visit, Wen Yuan really didn't expect it, and said in shock, "Dad, why are you here?"

Wen Xingyi caught a glimpse of Wen Yuan still holding a gun in his hand.

is really a madman who is emotional, he can't even hold a knife steadily, Wen Yuan actually wants to be martyred?

What happens to the Huo family, he doesn't care, as long as Wen Yuan lives!