This host is the villain

"The game we're going to play is...Russian Roulette."

Yi Ling wore half a white mask on his face, and others could only judge his emotions from his eyes and the exposed half of his lips.

The problem is that when he just said the name of the cruel game, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a natural kingly demeanor, frank and frank, just like Alexander the Great who galloped on the battlefield in ancient times without fear.

This amazed the fearless beggar.

Not only that, Sawyer was also horrified by Yi Ling's choice.Sawyer was about to open his mouth to reprimand him for not caring about the risk, but was forced to swallow his words by the firm eyes.

"The priority is determined by drawing the ghost cards." Yi Ling signaled the dealer to step back, and said calmly, "These are the cards that have been shuffled in advance. Do you want to cut the cards?"

The beggar pondered for a while, then reached out his hand to the poker piled in the middle of the table.

Cutting cards equates to distrust of the opponent, which is consistent for both parties.

"Is the one who draws the joker first the second player?" The beggar slowly divided the poker into thirds, silently calculating the winning percentage of Russian roulette in his mind.

Known as the cruelest gambling game, Russian roulette, players place a bullet in the casing and shoot at the temple, winning if they don't die.

But... the boy in front of him is different from the few opponents he met before. He thinks this game is not that simple.

"After each participant completes a round, the next person has to add a bullet, so it is more advantageous to go first." Yi Ling narrowed his eyes dangerously, showing a confident expression of planning, "Please feel free, sir."

"madman."

"Mummy."

Sawyer held his breath and observed the confrontation between the two with a stunned expression.He began to marvel at the leader's ability to select people, and even marveled at Yi Ling's calmness and unfathomable inability to face risks.

However, what I observed with my own eyes was that the beggar had tampered with the cards, and two playing cards were slightly tilted, but ordinary people couldn't see it.

"You start." The beggar waved his hand calmly.

"Okay." Yi Ling curled his mouth slightly, as if he was enjoying the excitement of this kind of gambling, but he stepped into the trap set by the beggar on his own initiative, and got the joker with the first one.

With a click, the hidden compartment in the center of the chess and card table opened, and a portable pistol rose from it, with six silver bullets placed beside it.

"Please." Yi Ling keenly caught the doubt in the beggar's eyes, and added, "Please feel free to check, the Farfalla family will not be sloppy in the traditional arms business."

The beggar nodded, picked up the gun, checked it carefully, and loaded a bullet.

As Yi Ling expected, the beggar calmly pointed the pistol at his temple and pulled the trigger.

Bang-!

If the first bullet hits, then the game is too boring.

The bullet didn't go through the beggar's temple, his face was calm, and he didn't even shed any cold sweat over the death just now.

Yi Ling unhurriedly stretched out his hand to take the gun from the beggar's hand, but felt the beggar's compassion overflowing.

He held the pistol tightly, not letting Yi Ling take it away.

"Young man, I was able to pull the trigger so calmly just now because I have nothing to lose. God has already taken everything away from me." The man's attitude was decisive, and his eyes filled with sympathy for Yi Ling .

"You should still have something worth fighting for. Don't trade your life for my humble life."