Watching York approaching step by step, John felt that his heart was already in his throat, and sweat fell from his forehead. He tried to stay calm, and also tried to cast a look for help at the bodyguard next to him.
It's a pity that Chen Bei's appearance as if he were descended from the gods just now on the surveillance screen really left a psychological shadow on the bodyguards. Some of them were actually stronger than York.
After all, York at this time was at most a master-level warrior, and could not be considered tyrannical.
But it happened that this person who had been manipulated like a dog by them before suddenly sat on their heads.
What's even more worrying is that they just took a look at Chen Bei on the surveillance camera and lost the courage to take action against York.
Therefore, when their master came to ask for help, they could only avoid looking at him and secretly send a distress signal to their family.
"York, I'm warning you, don't mess around."
John's voice was trembling: "I, we are brothers after all, father..."
"Don't mention him to me! I'm not your brother either!" York's expression instantly became ferocious: "That trash, when your mother killed my mother, he didn't say a word."
"From that moment on, I wanted to kill you all!"
"And..." York glanced at the water stains at John's feet with some disgust, and clicked his tongue twice:
"That's disgusting."
With that said, York took another step forward and looked at John with a sarcastic look: "Since you like to gamble, let's bet too."
When saying this, York glanced at the people next to him: "You can come together too."
"If you win, you can leave."
Although John was a little embarrassed at the moment, he had learned how to control people for so many years. Although he looked down on York, he still had some understanding of York.
This illegitimate brother of his has always kept his word since he was a child, so he can't do anything he regrets. This may be their only chance to survive.
Thinking of this, John calmed down a little: "What are you betting on?"
The man's dignity was thrown at his feet, and John's humiliation was more like a joke in York's eyes.
York took a leisurely look at everyone present, and then said, "Don't you like Russian roulette?"
As soon as he said this, the entire hall fell into silence. Everyone's eyes fell on York, and then on John.
Russian roulette is a game that these young men from aristocratic families often play in private parties.
In the past, some untouchables risked their lives for money. Two people went to the gambling table, but only one could leave alive with the money.
But they didn't know that the money they took away was less than one ten thousandth of what they, the rich kids, had invested in a gamble.
Looking at York, John Shiran smiled: "Who bets with me, you?"
York looked at him as if he were a fool. After bringing up the revolver, York ejected a bullet from it and said, "Of course you are playing alone."
"There are five bullets here. You have one chance to shoot. Whether you live or die depends on luck."
"how?"
York shook the revolver he had prepared in his hand, then looked at the pale John with a smile, and then looked at everyone: "You can also place bets."
"Let's see if this good brother of mine can survive."
"However, you have to say ugly things first." York pushed the revolver in front of John: "If you lose, you can lose your temper like my dear brother."
At this moment, these young men from rich families, like Dao Zu, have no trace of their former tenderness. They still have to lick York like dogs, seeking a chance to survive for themselves.
After everyone finished placing their bets, York turned to look at John: "My dear brother, it seems that your popularity is not very good."
"No one bets that you will live. It seems that everyone is expecting you to die."
"After all, you are my dear brother. How about I pay a hundred dollars and bet that you can survive?"
"..."
Everyone was silent, and then they all cursed in their hearts.
Five bullets, how lucky would it be to survive? They are crazy, but not stupid. What is the difference between this and suicide!
"Don't bully others too much!" John stared at the revolver in front of him, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes: "Even if I die, my family will not recognize you!"
York curled his lips: "I never wanted them to admit it. Idiot, if you don't take action, then I can help you make the decision!"
As York's face sank, John finally raised his trembling hand towards the revolver.
But the next second, John suddenly picked up the revolver, turned on the safety, and frantically pulled the trigger at York.
"Go to hell you!"
The five bullets in the gun were shot out rapidly until the pistol made a clicking sound. John didn't stop yet. It seemed that he was extremely frightened.
As the gunfire rang out, there was another commotion in the hall.
But when everyone saw York, who was safe and sound, they couldn't help but turn pale.
Dropping the bullet in his hand casually on the ground, York showed a trace of anger on his face: "I'm shocked by your stupidity. You know very well that these things can't hurt me."
Looking at the dejected John, York smiled softly again: "I'm not telling you, you were actually able to survive just now."
"The first shot you fired was dumb."
John seemed to have thought of something, and his face suddenly turned paler. The first shot seemed to have just clicked, and there was no bullet in it.
It seems that I can really survive.
With a hint of hope, John looked at York: "Forget it."
York laughed lowly, and then looked at everyone: "Do you think so?"
The people around them really couldn't figure out York's temper at the moment, and they were afraid that they would offend York by talking nonsense. Of course, there were also some who thought they were smart, and felt that York didn't kill John directly because they still cared about a little bit of brotherhood. So he said:
"I think it should be counted, York. After all, you are brothers. Don't make it too embarrassing."
York also raised his eyebrows, and then muttered: "That makes sense, then..."
"You play the game instead of him."
"He deserves to die!" Before York could finish speaking, the man immediately changed his words:
"Anyone who doesn't follow the rules deserves to die!"
"What about you?" York ignored him and turned to look at the others: "Do you also think that my dear brother deserves to die?"
"..." Everyone couldn't tell what York was thinking. They all felt as if they had eaten flies. They were so disgusted that they could only endure the discomfort and nodded: "Damn it! There is no one more damned than him."
