Prosperity: Conquering Billions of Gambling Kings

Chapter 9 The Last Shot

"I don't know if I'm as lucky as you?" The man's thin lips raised slightly, and he held a black pistol.

Gu Xiaobei stared at him with wide eyes.

The corner of the man's mouth was still stained with a cruel thin smile, and the muffled sound had passed.

Gu Xiaobei looked at him in disbelief.

How could he be so indifferent?That calm expression, as if he was sure that the bullet must not be in this shot.

Still smiling, he fired.

Like poppies blooming in hell, coquettish and deadly.

"It's your turn again."

The pistol was thrown by the man.

In a panic, Gu Xiaobei reached out to pick it up.

The hard black object really fell into her hands properly.

This time, she might not be so lucky.

A quarter.

Death was almost in front of her, and could come at any time.

Holding the pistol, a layer of cold sweat had already formed on Gu Xiaobei's palm, and fine beads of sweat began to seep out of his forehead.

Closing her eyes, Gu Xiaobei took a deep breath.

If Father is alive in heaven, he must bless her.

Raising his arm, Gu Xiaobei felt as if his arm was filled with lead water, and it was very difficult to lift it up.

After the dull groan, it was like the sacred bell of a church, announcing her escape from death.

After Gu Xiaobei opened his eyes, there was a sparkle in his pupils.

It turned out to be an empty gun...

Has she used up all the good luck in this life for tonight's big gamble?

After the first time, Gu Xiaobei, who narrowly escaped the bullet this time, was obviously much calmer than the last time, and he slowly put the black revolver on the table.

He raised his head and quietly stared at the proud man opposite him.

Rong Chen's thin lips raised slightly upwards, his handsome features were even more dazzling under the reflection of the crystal lamp.

Like a diamond, it cannot be ignored.

Raised his hand, bang.

After the empty gun, he was declared safe for the second round.

Gu Xiaobei opened and closed his mouth, staring straight at the man.

Firing a shot is like suffering for 1000 years for him, but he doesn't even have to blink his brows.

There was even a smile on the corner of his mouth when he shot.

"It seems that my luck is really not as bad as yours." Rong Chen put the gun on the table, his eyes were like bright obsidian in the night, forcing Gu Xiaobei to panic.

"It's your turn. Life and death depend on this bullet. I don't know who God will favor more?" The man pushed the pistol along the gambling table.

With his head lowered, Gu Xiaobei stared at the pistol with only two bullet slots left, he dared not pick it up.

Death stands in front of her, ready to take her away at any time.

After a long pause, Gu Xiaobei picked up the pistol.

Trembling up...

She turned around and looked around the luxurious hall.

She was certain that the bullet was in the fifth slot.

Otherwise, how could Fourth Master Rong be so indifferent?
With this shot, she became a dead soul under the shot.

Everything in front of her eyes will become the last picture in her mind.

Closing her eyes, Gu Xiaobei felt that the crystal clear liquid was frantically gathering towards her eye sockets, and the desolation in her heart was growing.

The whole person seems to have fallen into the ice cellar, unable to be redeemed.

The index finger paused, and Gu Xiaobei bit her lip.

Ready to shoot the last shot——

"and many more!"

The man stood opposite and suddenly spoke.

(End of this chapter)