York looked at John jokingly: "My dear brother, everyone hopes you die."
"If not, I'll give you a chance too."
With that said, York took out the bullet he had taken out before and put it back in:
"It's still the same gameplay, but this time, if it's an empty gun, you can designate one person to kill."
Saying that, York stretched out a slap: "You have five chances."
"Of course, you don't have to play, but the price is that I will kill you now."
After York finished speaking, Chen Bei, who had been hiding at the door, couldn't help but twitch his cheeks.
How perverted.
This kid, relying on the little hope he gave him, kept people hanging.
Promise him. If you are really unlucky, you still have a chance to survive. But if you don't agree, you will die on the spot.
But Chen Bei couldn't figure it out. Did York want John to die or live?
After all, with York's strength, it couldn't be easier to move the bullet to the right position.
Chen Bei watched this performance with great interest, and then suddenly Chen Bei suddenly sensed something, and ducked back to the deck. In the banquet hall, it seemed that Chen Bei had never appeared.
After York finished speaking, the hall became quiet again, and everyone stared at York and John closely.
After a long time, John took a deep breath and looked at the people around him expressionlessly, as if he was confirming the death list.
As if he had made a lot of determination, he nodded: "I bet!"
York smiled, held down John's hand to get the gun, and then said innocently: "My dear brother, have you forgotten something?"
"What?" John was indeed having a nervous breakdown from being tortured by York. He didn't know what trouble York was going to make.
"You hurt me just now, shouldn't you apologize?"
"You don't even know how sad I was when you shot me!"
York sneered: "Is this how you grew up in an aristocratic school, learning etiquette?"
John's face immediately turned red when he was ridiculed by York, and then he muttered and bowed to York: "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
York was stunned for a moment: "Your etiquette was taught by a Japanese teacher?"
John pursed his lips, but then heard York say: "Kneel down, kneel down and apologize properly, and I will forgive you."
John's eyes darkened, and the expressions of everyone around him seemed to be watching a joke. They finally realized that York now wanted to use this method to humiliate John in front of everyone.
After all, this seems to be what John has been doing to York for so many years.
York has endured it for so many years, but he doesn’t know if John can endure it.
Soon, they knew the answer.
With a thud, John's knees came into close contact with the floor. Under everyone's surprised eyes, the young master lowered his head to the younger brother he once looked down upon.
York smiled with relief again: "No wonder you always asked me to kneel down before. I didn't expect it to be so good to have people kneel down."
With a wanton smile, York turned the revolver rapidly. The moment it stopped, the gears of fate began to turn again.
John tremblingly took the gun again. This time, he finally didn't dare to make any more noise. He put his finger on his temple and made a lot of mental preparation before gritting his teeth and pulling the trigger.
Click.
It wasn't the sound of gunpowder exploding. John's legs immediately softened like noodles. He only relied on his hands to support the table to prevent him from falling.
While breathing heavily, John still didn't forget to say: "I want Johnny to die!"
Johnny was the one who wanted to be the peacemaker at first, but after being threatened by York, he changed his tune and was the first to shout that John should die.
It's true that hatred must be repaid.
York turned to look at Johnny, and then said casually to everyone: "Whoever kills that idiot will have immunity in the next round."
Before Johnny could react, he had already heard Yorke's words with his keen mind, and threw Johnny to the ground and strangled his neck tightly.
Although everyone was a step slower, they all reacted quickly.
They all rushed up and gave Johnny a kick in the face, who kept opening his eyes.
"Look, the people of the Dragon Kingdom are still smart." York looked at those who were beating Johnny to death and smiled: "There is an old saying in the Dragon Kingdom, when disaster strikes, everyone will fly away."
"My dear brother, tell me, can you fly out today?"
John didn't speak, but he was praying in his heart that the family's reinforcements could come quickly. He had been delaying it for a long time. If he didn't come again, he might really die here.
However, he didn't know that the reinforcements sent by these families had actually arrived, but they were blocked by Chen Bei. At this moment, the deck was littered with corpses or had been knocked unconscious by Chen Bei's stick. people.
"Dead, dead!" The person who grabbed Johnny's neck at the beginning pushed away the crowd and roared loudly, fearing that others would take away his credit.
York didn't care who killed Johnny.
It's all damned anyway, he's just too lazy to do it himself.
"It's your turn." York looked at John again.
The first time was fresh, the second time was familiar. Looking at the gun in his hand, John closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The veins in his hand popped out at the moment he pulled the trigger.
"Click."
After a slight noise, everyone nearby took a step back involuntarily.
But John wiped the sweat from his forehead, suppressed the nausea, and pointed at the woman next to him: "Kill this bitch."
York raised his eyes and took a look. The bitch in John's mouth seemed to be one of John's ex-girlfriends. He didn't know what the grudges were between them, but it was none of his business after all.
With the lessons learned from the past, the woman died extremely quickly this time, and when York pointed the finger at John again.
Suddenly, I felt a panic in my heart, and punched behind me.
There was a loud bang, and York felt as if he had hit something heavy. The opponent was motionless, but he was knocked out by the opponent's counterattack.
"No!" York, who was thrown into the crowd, suddenly remembered something, then quickly separated the crowd and ran towards the deck.
"Master, master, someone is coming! Be careful, be careful!"
As soon as he ran to the door, York bumped into Chen Bei who looked indifferent.
As soon as he saw Chen Bei, York started talking like a bamboo tube pouring beans: "Master, the shadow army is coming."
"I have already fought against them."
"I, I am no match for them."
