Chapter 917 [917] Is this gun broken? Why doesn’t it fire?
Cheng Feier almost cursed, this guy is really crazy, how can you trust a fortune teller about such things?
She immediately rushed forward to grab the gun.

But Ye Feng had already picked up the pistol and put it to his temple.

Cheng Feier was so frightened that she dared not move anymore. "Ye Feng, you... don't do anything rash. Let's... go back to Yangcheng..."

She had never felt anything for Ye Feng before, and even disliked him a little. If it wasn't for completing the mission, she wouldn't have gone with him.

But until this moment, when this man might be about to die, she had a heart-wrenching feeling, as if something important was about to be lost.

Only then did she realize that she had become dependent on him without realizing it.

But Ye Feng remained unmoved and pulled the trigger directly.

"Clap!"

The third shot was another blank.

As the trigger was pulled, Cheng Feier's whole body trembled.

When he saw the danger was over, he became a little unsteady and could only stay standing by holding onto the gambling table.

The hearts of everyone present were in their throats just now, but they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Hong Jiajun had a look of disappointment on his face, and the boy escaped again.

But there were two more shots and the boy was doomed to die.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his face again.

Ye Feng looked at the pistol with a puzzled look on his face, "Is this gun broken? Why doesn't it fire?"

Hearing his question, everyone present almost fell to the ground.

Is this human language?
From the tone of his voice, it sounded like the bullet hadn't been fired and he felt a little regretful.

If it really rings, will you still be able to speak?
Ye Feng didn't care what they thought and directly put the muzzle of the gun to his eyes, "Will you die more miserably if you shoot like this?"

Everyone looked at him blankly. Why did it feel like this guy wasn't afraid of death at all?
It's come to this point, and you're still treating it like a joke?
Just as they were complaining in their hearts, Ye Feng pulled the trigger again.

"pat..."

The sound of mechanical collision rang out again, and it was particularly crisp in the quiet environment.

The fourth shot, still a blank!

Everyone's mood went through a roller coaster ride again, and they were all scared out of their wits and broke out in cold sweats.

After all, those gambling veterans were old, and their legs were shaking with fear. They hurriedly found a few chairs to sit down.

The two girls, Cheng Feier and Helen, were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they stared at Ye Feng blankly.

I really don't know whether to say that this guy is brave or that he is lucky.

Until now, he still had a calm expression and a smile on his face from beginning to end, even when he pulled the trigger. Putting aside other things, this state of mind alone is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

At this time, Hong Jiajun became nervous again.

He didn't expect that this bastard was so lucky that he managed to escape two consecutive shots.

There are now two shots left, and each of them has a 50% chance of death.

It would be best if Ye Feng could fire the bullet in advance.

But if his third shot was still a miss, he would be dead for sure!
So at this moment, he was more nervous than anyone else present. He stared at Ye Feng, not daring to relax for a moment.

Ye Feng seemed to have sensed his nervousness and deliberately hesitated, refusing to fire the third shot.

Hong Jiajun was in agony and finally couldn't stand it anymore. "Why don't you shoot? Three shots in total. Do you want to deny it?"

Ye Feng raised a teasing smile at the corner of his mouth, "Now we both have a chance to survive, how about you go first?"

Hong Jiajun suddenly became conflicted.

It is certain that there must be a bullet in the remaining two magazines.

The only uncertainty is whether the bullet is in the fifth or sixth cylinder.

If it was the fifth one, then if he chose to shoot first, it would be tantamount to seeking death.

But if it was the sixth one, after Ye Feng fired this shot, he would definitely be dead.

How he now wishes he could have X-ray vision so he can see the internal structure of the pistol!

This bastard is so mean. Throwing such a dilemma at him, isn't this just torturing him on purpose?
This decision is so difficult to make. If I make a mistake once, there will be no recovery.

Helen felt extremely contemptuous when she saw his flustered look.

Compared with Ye Feng, this guy has no ability and no courage. He is such a waste!

"How's your consideration?" Ye Feng was getting impatient and immediately urged.

"I...I choose...to start later." Hong Jiajun finally made the difficult decision.

Now the chance of death has increased to 50%, and he really can't muster the courage to fire the first shot.

Now we can only hope that the bullet hits the fifth chamber and blows this guy's head off.

Otherwise... he no longer dared to think about the consequences!
Ye Feng just smiled faintly, "I gave you a chance, but you are useless. You can't blame me."

After saying that, he pulled the trigger.

(End of this chapter)