Chapter 113: The Giant God Caravan, Unbeaten Lionheart's Warning, Russian Roulette (4K)

Chapter 113: The Giant God Caravan, Unbeaten Lionheart's Warning, Russian Roulette (4K)



Qiao Ying looked at the extraordinarily handsome young man before her, her heart blooming with joy.

Indeed, a young man... Despite his mature attire and hairstyle, her experience immediately recognized his youthful immaturity.

His youthful face exuded a poised maturity, clearly a first-timer in the casino, curious about everything yet confidently unfazed.

His posture was straight and upright, each step measured and graceful, moving with an effortless elegance as if strolling in his own backyard.

The muscles of his arms were firm yet supple, a clear indication of a well-toned physique honed through diligent exercise.

Qiao Ying had hit the jackpot, she thought, glancing up at the young man's profile.

As a member of the renowned borderland hunters' group, the Giant God Caravan, she endured unimaginable stress in her daily work.

In a line of work where one wrong step could lead to death, and the constant awareness of potentially not living to see tomorrow, it was necessary to find outlets for release from time to time, lest the pressure drive one insane.

Although she was currently on a mission, technically she shouldn't be indulging in such distractions...

Her professional ethics were impeccable, and she had never made a misstep during a mission before.

But this young man before her was simply too tempting.

Ever since their boss offended the superpower corporation 'United Livestock' some time ago, the caravan had been in an increasingly precarious situation, and her stress levels had skyrocketed, leaving her constantly on edge.

Tasked with capturing the Sea Bee King, she had searched for a long time without even catching a glimpse of the swarm. Now, she could only pin her hopes on the information provided by 'Mr. Fox', a notorious trickster who was known for deliberately misleading people with half-truths and half-lies. With no idea what twists and turns lay ahead, she could only wait anxiously.

The accumulated pressure had reached a critical point.

And now, encountering such a beautiful young man, how could she possibly resist? Missing this opportunity with him would be a lifelong regret, Qiao Ying thought, and she couldn't contain herself any longer, despite still being on a mission. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the young man's arm.

"...Well then, Mr. Xue, I bid you farewell and wish you an enjoyable time."

Chen Liang, seeing this, gave a knowing smile and said, "Until we meet again, Director Chen."

Xue Jing nodded in response.

As Chen Liang turned to leave, he shook his head with a wry smile.

Mr. Xue was, after all, a young man in his prime, susceptible to the allure of such pleasures.

After he left, Qiao Ying leaned her head on Xue Jing's shoulder and smiled coyly, "Little brother... What's your name?"

Xue Jing felt her arms tighten around his, and he glanced at her.

The woman's face was flushed, her eyes clouded with a hazy desire, as if she had been drugged...

Xue Jing thought for a moment, then leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You should introduce yourself first before asking for someone else's name... Such an impolite naughty sister."

The warmth of his breath on her ear sent shivers down Qiao Ying's spine. Her entire body stiffened, a tingling sensation starting from her scalp and spreading throughout her body. Her pores seemed to open up, as if struck by electricity, but without any pain. Instead, she felt as if she were floating in the clouds, an indescribable thrill spreading through her mind.

An unimaginable sense of extreme pleasure almost overwhelmed her spirit and will. Qiao Ying trembled, biting her lip and covering her mouth with her hand.

Xue Jing noticed a small wet spot on the carpet and moved his lips, feeling somewhat speechless.

This was a bit much...

Qiao Ying's eyes were hazy, her whole being focused on Xue Jing. Looking at the young man who had reduced her to this state with just a few words, she struggled to maintain her last shred of consciousness.

"Sister's name is a secret... I... can't tell you," Qiao Ying said coquettishly.

She had intended to give a fake name, but at the moment of truth, she found herself strangely reluctant to lie to this young man. Instead, she opted for a playful response.

Xue Jing nodded, "That's fine... It's also interesting to have a brief encounter with a stranger without knowing each other's names."

"So, what shall we play?"

...

In the suite on the twenty-second floor, Ning Fengwan lay on the bed, dozing off, when she suddenly felt agitated and opened her eyes.

She frowned and placed a hand over her heart, puzzled. "What's going on?"

She felt a surge of anger for no apparent reason.

It was a strange sense of being violated.

It was as if she were witnessing someone touching her most treasured possession, something she would never allow anyone to lay a finger on. She felt restless and furious.

But she couldn't pinpoint the source of this feeling.

Ning Fengwan pulled the blanket over her head, trying to suppress her emotions and get some sleep.

However, she soon threw the blanket aside, sat up, and began scratching her hair frantically with both hands in agitation.

"Ahhhhh!"

Realizing that it was 'Unbeaten Lionheart' trying to warn her about something, Ning Fengwan bit her lip and got up to open the wardrobe, changing into a new set of clothes.

...

"He's winning again!?"

"What the heck, are they filming a movie here? 'Teen Gambling God' or something?"

"He's won twelve hands in a row now, and he's still going!"

At a 'Blackjack' table, a large crowd had gathered around, with spectators marveling in shock and envy at the young man seated at one of the spots.

Xue Jing smiled and casually pushed a large pile of chips to the side, crossing his arms as he watched the croupier across from him, who was already drenched in sweat.

"You're so amazing, little brother!"

Qiao Ying sat next to him, her hands clasped together as she exclaimed with a saccharine tone.

The adoration and infatuation in her eyes were enough to make any young man lose his head.

Xue Jing merely smiled in response, remaining silent.

Qiao Ying clenched her silver teeth, thinking that this man was incredibly difficult to please; he seemed completely unfazed.

But the flames within her heart, stoked by Xue Jing's actions, burned hotter and hotter, threatening to spiral out of control.

'I must have him... '

'If all else fails, I'll take him by force if I have to...'

Qiao Ying thought viciously.

While that would ruin most of the fun, she couldn't take it anymore; if she couldn't have this man, she felt she would suffocate.

Unaware that the strange woman beside him was contemplating even stranger things, Xue Jing stroked his chin and thought,

"Looks like I really could become a Gambling God."

It was rather unfortunate that he possessed an absolute cheat in almost all table gambling games—his ability to see through objects.

With [Observe·Truth], he could, as long as his eyes could see the cards and he had enough information, directly discern what each face-down card was.

Like in the current game of Blackjack, seeing through the croupier's hidden cards guaranteed his winning odds, and being able to see every card as it was dealt allowed him to understand the entire game's trajectory from the very beginning.

It was like a restricted God mode that required him to follow the rules...

There was no way he could lose, absolutely no way.

As he was thinking, a loud voice suddenly sounded from beside him.

"Hey, you look pretty good."

Xue Jing tapped his fingers on the table and turned his head.

A tall, muscular man with a bulging suit stood beside him, his expressionless face looking down at him.

Xue Jing's gaze lingered on the faint indentations that could be seen on the man's face.

"Are you interested in gambling with me?"

The man spoke in a completely monotone voice.

Before Xue Jing could reply, Qiao Ying stood up, her beautiful face cold:

"Wei... what are you up to?"

However, the man ignored her as if he hadn't heard, his eyes fixed on Xue Jing.

The surrounding spectators also sensed that the atmosphere was a little off, and the noisy venue gradually fell silent.

Xue Jing's gaze shifted between the two people with implants, considering for a moment before smiling and saying,

"Sure, what did you want to bet on?"

The man reached into his suit and pulled out a silver revolver, placing it on the table.

The appearance of the dangerous firearm immediately caused a stir among the onlookers.

"A gun!? Is it real!?"

"What's going on? Gambling with a gun? Russian roulette!?"

Some quick-witted staff members, upon seeing the man pull out a gun, immediately left the scene to call security.

Perhaps it was human curiosity, or perhaps they didn't believe it was a real gun; most people, despite seeing such a dangerous object, didn't leave and continued to eagerly watch the unfolding events.

Qiao Ying's expression changed, and she slammed her hand on the table, biting her teeth as she said, "Wei... don't go too far!"

Her strength was immense and completely mismatched her appearance; with a single slap, the large table tilted and almost flipped over, hanging in the air for a while before falling back down under the pull of gravity.

The chips and cards on the table scattered everywhere, clattering noisily, and the revolver also fell to the ground.

The tall man finally turned his gaze to her, his expressionless face saying,

"Too far? Isn't that what you're doing? Do you know what you're doing right now?"

Qiao Ying froze, unable to respond.

The man continued to look at Xue Jing.

"As you can see, it's Russian roulette. Are you in or not?"

"At that moment, countless footsteps approached, and the onlookers parted to make way for Security Director Chen Liang as he entered with a group of people in tow.

His eyes landed on Xue Jing's figure, and he paused, hesitating as he spoke:

"Mr. Xue?"

Xue Jing didn't look at him but instead gestured dismissively to the side.

Chen Liang understood this as a signal to leave him be.

He nodded silently, restrained his men, and joined the crowd of spectators.

Xue Jing picked up the revolver from the floor. Its silver body was exquisitely designed, much larger than a typical handgun, with a long barrel that indicated a large caliber.

While Xue Jing wasn't a gun enthusiast and had little knowledge of firearm models in this world, he could tell from its appearance that it packed a powerful punch and was no ordinary pistol.

'This is like something out of a Hong Kong gambling movie. Things are getting interesting...'

Intrigued, Xue Jing placed the revolver on the table, stood up, and looked directly into the man's eyes, his interest piqued. "Very well, let's play then. What are we wagering?"

Hearing this, Qiao Ying, standing beside him, became anxious. "Little brother, this isn't a joke! It could really kill someone! That man is crazy. Please don't go along with him; let's go play something else, alright?"

Qiao Ying tugged at Xue Jing's sleeve, her eyes pleading. She couldn't bear the thought of him dying before she even had a chance to be with him.

How could she be left with a lifetime of regret and a corpse?

The tall man looked deeply into Xue Jing's eyes. "You've got guts. I'll give you that."

He picked up the revolver from the table, removed the rotating chamber, and took out a brass bullet from his pocket, loading it into one of the chambers.

After reassembling the chamber and giving it a spin, he stopped it with his hand.

"The rules are simple. We decide who goes first with a game of rock-paper-scissors. The winner can choose whether they or their opponent shoots first."

"The person chosen will point the gun at their own head and pull the trigger at least once, but they can pull the trigger as many times as they like."

"There's only one bullet in the revolver, and the other five chambers are empty. In other words, out of six pulls of the trigger, one will fire a real bullet."

The man paused here.

"As for the wager... if you survive, I'll give you ten million Zhu Xia coins."

"But if you die... no other price needs to be paid."

The man spoke indifferently. His goal was to stop Qiao Ying from interfering and messing up their mission, and killing this young man would accomplish that. He needed no other stakes.

The man knew exactly when the bullet would fire from the revolver, and as long as he won the rock-paper-scissors game and chose to go first, this young man was as good as dead...

As for the game... he smirked.

"You're talking as if you've already won..."

"But it is intriguing, and I accept."

Xue Jing smiled faintly and agreed.

Qiao Ying, standing beside him, frantically shook her head, clutching his sleeve. "No, don't agree! You'll lose! You're bound to lose! You'll really die!"

The spectators were thrilled, whispering excitedly among themselves.

"They're really playing Russian roulette! That revolver is a real gun!"

"I never expected to witness something like this on a cruise. This ticket was worth every penny!"

"I'm a little scared to watch, but I really want to see what happens!"

Ignoring Qiao Ying's pleas and the surrounding buzz, Xue Jing chuckled lightly. "Shall we begin, then?"

The man looked deeply into his eyes. "You're an interesting kid... I'll remember you."

He extended his arm, and Xue Jing did the same.

"Rock-paper-scissors... shoot!"

In unison, they raised their arms and brought them down.

The tall man's eyes narrowed, and his left eye emitted a blue light, with countless indiscernible data points dancing within.

From the tendency of Xue Jing's gaze to the twitching of his arm muscles and the possibilities of his palm's extension...

All the data was continuously analyzed, leading to a conclusion.

Rock: 12%

Scissors: 57%

Paper: 31%

Most likely scissors...

It doesn't matter. No matter what you play, in that final moment, I'll change my hand signal at a speed your eyes can't catch. You're bound to lose...

As the man thought, the moment their palms stopped, he saw Xue Jing's hand signal.

It was paper... the data analysis was a bit off.

The man swiftly changed his hand signal from rock to scissors at a speed imperceptible to the human eye.

The result was revealed.

The man had played scissors.

Xue Jing had played rock.

"Looks like I've got some good luck on my side. I win."

Xue Jing smiled as he held up his clenched fist.

The man's pupils contracted sharply.

This... how is this possible?!

...

(End of Chapter)"

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