"What if I lose?"

The pipe smoker stared intently at Bai Yan.

"Either die, or get thrown into the sea to feed the sharks."

Bai Yan said with a laugh, as casually as if he were inviting a friend to dinner.

"You can choose not to bet, but the consequence of not betting is being chopped up into a human stick and then thrown into the sea!"

Qin Jiuluo's voice was chilling, adding the words Bai Yan left unsaid.

"Alright, I'll bet!"

After deliberating, the pipe smoker clenched his teeth and sat down at the small wooden table, facing Bai Yan.

To bet might mean survival.

Not to bet is certain death.

There is simply no second option; the pipe smoker has no choice but to bet!

"Hmph, that's for bullying me!"

An Xiaowan stuck her tongue out at the pipe smoker, then sweetly cuddled in Bai Yan's arms.

This girl is totally oblivious to the occasion.

An Yan shook her head helplessly with a bitter smile. She really wanted to pull An Xiaowan up but was concerned about affecting Bai Yan's dignity in front of others.

An Yan could only cover her forehead helplessly, pretending not to see anything.

"Good girl, go down first."

Bai Yan coaxed An Xiaowan.

"No, I want to stay with Brother Yan while you play."

An Xiaowan pouted, burying her small head in Bai Yan's neck, acting sullen and stubborn.

Yep, this girl is not cooperating.

Bai Yan couldn't help but wear a wry smile.

"Hua Xia man, are you going to play or not!"

The pipe smoker took a deep breath, regaining his composure, and roared at Bai Yan.

Whatever the case, this was a private yacht. Even if Bai Yan's identity was mysterious, the pipe smoker was confident that Bai Yan wouldn't dare to kill him easily!

Even if he lost, by revealing his identity, Bai Yan would surely have reservations, and at worst, would have to obediently send him and his bodyguards away from the ship.

"Are you in a hurry to die?"

Bai Yan glanced indifferently at the pipe smoker.

The pipe smoker nearly choked on his saliva - this kid's words are toxic!

"Introduce him to the rules."

Bai Yan waved his hand, signaling to the staff standing beside the small wooden table.

"The Russian Roulette is one of the cruelest means of duel in history. It involves a revolver with six chambers, placing a single bullet in one of the chambers, and then both gentlemen take turns pulling the trigger against their heads until one of them dies."

The staff politely explained the rules of the game in both English and Mandarin.

Wealthy individuals in the casino gathered around the small wooden table, forming layers inside and out.

Nobody was gambling anymore; they were all there to watch the drama unfold.

"They're really going to bet!"

"My God, both of these men have complex identities, and they're going to play a life-risking game!"

"That's what real men should play!"

"Who do you think will die?"

Many wealthy spectators were abuzz with excitement.

Everyone knew the rules of Russian Roulette; it was a deadly game!

For these decadent wealthy individuals, only blood and death were enough to stimulate their nerves.

And the richer the person, the more they feared death. They dared not wager their lives, but they loved watching others do it!

"Alright, enough with your cliché introduction!"

The pipe smoker waved his hand impatiently, interrupting the staff's explanation.

He proudly looked at Bai Yan, and spoke arrogantly with his pipe in mouth, "Russian Roulette has seen many variations over time, there are a lot of popular versions, you choose one! After all, the guest follows the host's lead!"

The staff introduced the oldest version, but there were many non-lethal variations of Russian Roulette that were also thrilling.

Having played many of these new versions, the pipe smoker was confident he could win against Bai Yan with his experience and skill.

"No, no, no, we will play this one, betting our lives."

Bai Yan smiled and waved his hand.

"Gentlemen, on the Wanyan yacht, this is the only version of Russian Roulette we provide. We do not offer other variations."

The staff reminded the pipe-smoking man in just the right way, very politely.

"Clatter..."

The pipe-smoking man was startled, his mouth agape, the pipe falling from his lips to the ground.

Truly damn betting with lives on the line?

Six chambers, one bullet, each person has a fifty percent chance, this is a game where death is a must!

Everything is determined by fate, cruelty to the extreme!

"What? Getting cold feet?"

Bai Yan was all smiles as he looked at the pipe-smoking man and waved his hand towards Qin Jiuluo: "Forget it, if you're too scared to bet I won't force you. Jiuluo, chop them into sticks, throw them to the sharks in the sea!"

"Yes, boss!"

Qin Jiuluo nodded indifferently, taking large steps forward.

"Wait! I didn't say I wouldn't bet!"

The pipe-smoking man exclaimed in alarm, hastily agreeing: "I'll bet, but I have a demand!"

"Speak, I shall grant it to you."

Bai Yan replied with a chuckle.

Merely a bullet poses no threat to Bai Yan; it can't even penetrate his skin.

From the start of this bet, Bai Yan was in an invincible position, but the pipe-smoking man did not know it.

He picked up his pipe, desperately puffing at it.

Sweat beaded on the pipe-smoking man's forehead as he frantically tried every method he could think of.

Should he reveal his identity now?

Isn't that too cowardly?

But... if I really gamble, I might die!

Perhaps the pressure bestowed him with wisdom, as the pipe-smoking man's eyes lit up and he quickly shouted: "I demand two more bullets to be added! Six chambers, three bullets! You shoot first, dare you bet?"

"Oh? This guy isn't afraid to die? He's even adding bullets!"

"Is there a difference between one bullet and three bullets? Isn't it still a fifty percent chance of death for each person? It's the same as not making any demands at all!"

"Perhaps he's been scared silly by this Hua Xia man, that's why he would make such a request, haha!"

The crowd around was discussing and laughing loudly.

With a sneer, the pipe-smoking man glared at Bai Yan, growling: "Do you have the guts?"

"What's there to fear?"

Bai Yan smiled, asking the staff for two more bullets, and loaded them into the revolver.

The pipe-smoking man's brow twitched as the sly smile on his lips grew thicker.

Maybe others would think that three bullets have the same odds of winning as one, but it is not the case.

According to research and calculations by many, Russian Roulette is essentially a numbers game.

If there are three bullets in six chambers, the person shooting first has a death probability of two-thirds!

The likelihood of death for the one shooting first is twice that of the one shooting last!

And the pipe-smoking man, it seems he knows this method of probability calculation regarding Russian Roulette, hence the request he made.

After all, doubling the opponent's probability of death undoubtedly increases one's odds of winning.

"I truly pity your courage! Reality will tell you, not every game can be played with life, trust me, you will die a terrible death."

The pipe-smoking man cackled, his laughter filled with satisfaction and pleasure, as if he had already seen Bai Yan shot, dying on the spot.

An Yan's brows furrowed slightly, as wise as she was, she quickly caught on to the subtlety here.

She secretly tugged at Bai Yan's sleeve, wishing to stop him.

However, Bai Yan's movements were swift, too fast for her reactions!

With a smile on his face, Bai Yan raised his hand to his head and pulled the trigger as soon as the pipe-smoking man's voice fell.

"Click!"

A light sound, the noise of the firing pin hitting an empty chamber, was heard.

"Ah, what a letdown, I am not dead."

Bai Yan extended the revolver to the pipe-smoking man with a smile and a meaningful tone: "Your turn, five chambers left, three bullets remaining, good luck!"

Everyone was shocked.

Damn!

That quick?!

Already fired the first shot?

And it was an empty chamber!

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