"It's a dangerous game."

At the table, Ge Sheng, a reporter from the Ancient City Daily, had a solemn expression.

"There are no conditions for losing in this game, but in fact, it is very clear in the rules, as long as you are shot, you will definitely die, and the winner is the opposite."

This is a real Russian roulette game that will be played until one of the players dies.

"But everyone's chips are different, so there will be people who have an advantage, and this is unfair at the beginning."

The young man with gold-rimmed glasses helped his glasses and couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and looked at the organizer again.

"Besides, we don't know how many chips you have, and if you have thousands of chips on you, it's not cheating, but we can't beat you."

This is indeed true.

Since you have to pay the price to skip shooting, it is natural that the more chips, the more advantages, since the organizer can give everyone so many [blood chips], then the possibility that you still have inventory is not small, this is of course not cheating, but a hidden advantage.

"I'll challenge with just thirty chips."

With a wave of his hand, the organizer showed off his chips.

At the same time, the adjudicators also distributed the ten cleared chips to the others.

Now everyone has more or less twenty or thirty chips, and as for the more detailed distinctions, it is not easy to balance.

"And it's not just about gambling with chips."

The host's voice was low and hoarse, as if it had been burned by flames, something like that Jotwi had only heard before in the burning apartment building.

"The rules say that you can pay anything, and at the same time, the other side must pay the same price, and while there may be people who don't have as many chips as others, you have something else to bet on, don't you?"

The host's voice rose slightly, and his eyes, hidden in his hood, seemed to be scanning the crowd, and he could catch a glimpse of the joy in them.

This made Kiriyama subconsciously feel that what was sitting here at the moment was not a paper-binding person, but a real flesh and blood.

It's just that it is still impossible to see who is behind it, although the hood is theoretically only shrouded in a shadow, which will not cover all the face, but at this moment, the face of the organizer is covered by a cloud of black fog, extremely gloomy, like the universe.

"Sounds brutal."

On the side, Bai Ying, the owner of the yellow-clothed building wearing a cheongsam, put away the folding fan, revealing her beautiful face underneath.

"To be fair, we draw lots to decide on the grouping."

The organizer asked his men to bring some chips of different colors, show them to everyone, and put them in bags in front of everyone.

"As you can see, there are sixteen chips here, and there are eight colors, and everyone takes them, and the same color is a set."

As soon as he finished explaining, he reached out and took out a chip from his bag, the bloody chip was dark blue.

Everyone looked at each other.

After all, no one wants to be the first to draw this organizer, since he dares to come like this, he must have been prepared, and that weird appearance, I don't know if he will die, so everyone wants others to test the temptation.

Joe Twilight volunteered and reached for the chips.

It's yellow.

"Regret."

Qiao Twilight let out a voice of regret, and it seemed that there was no way to face the organizer directly.

Next, everyone drew chips.

I don't know if Su Hong manipulated the probability in the middle, the four of them were not in the same group, and the unlucky guy who was going to face off directly with the organizer was the businessman Xue Youda, who was lucky to advance in the last round.

Xue Youda looked at the Foggy Mountain with a desperate expression.

"The essence of this game is not to gamble, but to make the opponent die or admit defeat."

Kiriyama said coldly.

"You'd better bet all your belongings at the beginning and pay what you can accept, both hands and feet, and only then will you be able to win."

Hearing Wushan's reminder, Xue Youda's face suddenly darkened.

Because it means he can't win at all.

"That's it, friend, you tell me your address, and if something happens to you, I can take care of your wife and children."

Qiao Du came over and said like a joke.

"You!"

Xue Youda wanted to scold the other party loudly, but soon thought that this was not some ridicule and ridicule, but a fact that was very likely to happen.

He told Kiriyama and Twilight his address, and then went to the table.

It was a small table brought by the adjudicator, covered with a white tablecloth, and a revolver with a closed magazine.

The organizer sat on one of the chairs and motioned for Xue Youda to take a seat.

Xue Youzhan sat across from him tremblingly.

Immediately, the organizer loaded a brass-colored bullet into it, rotated the magazine, and placed the revolver on the table.

"Let's start with the position of the muzzle facing when the rotation stops."

The organizers let Xue have a large rotating muzzle.

Xue Youda rotated it according to his instructions, turned the muzzle of the gun twice, and stopped slightly closer to Xue Youda.

Xue Youda hesitated for a while, according to the previous theory, he should shoot at this time to gain probability.

But the bullet in the magazine made Xue Youda feel frightened, because if he was shot, it would not be as simple as losing five chips, but he would die directly.

Thinking of Wushan's words, Xue Youda knew that he should give it a go, but in the face of the fear of death, no one could think rationally, put his life in the wheel, and use probability to analyze his winning rate.

He pulled out a chip and placed it on the table, asking to skip his round.

Seeing this, the organizer picked up his revolver and decisively shot himself in the head.

Click-

There are no bullets in the magazine.

According to the rules, the organizers got Xue Youda chips.

Then, it was Xue Youda's turn again, and he was suddenly a little annoyed, just now he should have chosen to shoot instead of paying chips to skip, and now the probability of being shot is much higher.

To put it simply, if he chooses to shoot now, then he will lose a chip in vain, which is really stupid.

However, he certainly couldn't have chosen to shoot.

When a person dies, everything is gone, and Xue Youda can only bet that the other party will be shot.

He pulled out another chip and placed it on the table.

"I choose to skip."

The organizer glanced at the chips in Xue Youda's hand, but did not pick up the revolver.

"I paid ten chips and chose to skip."

He put ten chips on the table and motioned for Xue Youda to continue.

The faces of the onlookers who watched this scene were more or less abrupt.

It turns out that there is still this kind of operation.

Although it is said that the caller must have the same bet as the opponent, there is no prohibition on raising.

Now, the organizer directly gave a bet of ten chips, which means that Xue Youda must also call ten chips, otherwise he will be shot.

And since the organizer chose to skip, it means that it is very likely that the bullets in the revolver are ready now, and it is absolutely impossible for Xue Youda to choose to shoot.

Trembling, he pulled out ten chips and placed them on the table.

"I'm skipping."

However, almost without any hesitation, the organizer picked up his revolver and shot himself in the head.

(End of chapter)