Chapter 114: I'm a True Advocate of Gender Equality; This is Nonsense!

Chapter 114: I'm a True Advocate of Gender Equality; This is Nonsense!

"The handsome young man won, wonderful... I don't want to see him die, that would be such a waste."

"He only won the rock-paper-scissors game... The outcome is still uncertain."

"Next, he gets to choose whether to go first or second. I think he'll choose to go first since the first shot only has a one-in-six chance of being the real bullet. Going first is absolutely advantageous in terms of probability."

"That young man has incredible luck. Going first gives him a significant advantage."

The surrounding discussions reached the ears of the tall man, causing his expression to shift uncertainly.

Luck? Luck?

How could this be luck?

In the final moment of the rock-paper-scissors game, he changed his hand gesture to scissors at a speed that was impossible for an ordinary person to react to or even see.

Yet, he still lost.

【Self-check complete. Operating status is normal. No abnormalities detected.】

Green text floated up in his cybernetic eye.

There was no error, which meant that he had indeed seen his opponent play 'cloth' at the last moment.

This left only one possibility.

'This kid... His reaction speed and movement speed are faster than mine.'

The tall man's heart sank.

At the last moment, the young man had first played 'cloth', and after he saw it, the young man had quickly changed it to 'scissors'. But his opponent had been even faster, switching from 'stone' to 'cloth' in the blink of an eye.

The reaction time and action time combined were probably less than 0.01 seconds.

Yet, the young man had done it. How was that possible...

Qiao Ying finally sensed that something was amiss. This alluringly handsome young man... was not simple.

She looked at Xue Jing with complicated eyes, remaining silent.

"Then let's start with me."

Xue Jing's eyes curved with a smile as he reached out and picked up the revolver on the table.

"..." The man didn't say anything, only watching Xue Jing's actions.

Logically speaking, this young man shouldn't know which shot would fire the real bullet.

He was the one who had loaded the bullet and spun the chamber, so only he knew which shot it was.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Out of extra caution, he had spun the real bullet to a later position...

The fifth shot.

As long as this young man was a little more cautious and shot him fewer than four times, he would still win.

"By the way, may I ask your name?"

Xue Jing asked casually as he casually flicked off the revolver's safety, as if he were picking up a snack at home.

"My surname is Wei," the tall man with the surname Wei said calmly.

Xue Jing raised the revolver and fired a shot at his head.

"Click—"

The chamber turned, making a sound, but no bullet came out. However, the surrounding crowd gasped, and some even covered their eyes, not daring to watch.

"Oh? So it's Mr. Wei," Xue Jing smiled.

Although he didn't know which Wei it was, it didn't matter.

As he spoke, Xue Jing turned the safety of the revolver on and off again and then raised it to his head to fire another shot.

"Click—"

The surrounding crowd gasped again, and Chen Liang, the security director who was watching, also started to feel nervous, unconsciously swallowing his saliva.

Mr. Xue... He truly is a great master who can walk away unscathed while facing dozens of gunmen.

Those who didn't know better would think he was playing with a toy gun.

His actions were too casual, too relaxed.

"I have a question I'd like to ask Mr. Wei."

Xue Jing asked expressionlessly, not looking like someone in a life-or-death crisis.

Mr. Wei narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly, "Ask."

"Click—"

Xue Jing fired a third shot at his head.

"That's the third shot!"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"That's enough, no more shooting. The real bullet didn't come out in the first three shots, so every shot from now on has a one-in-three chance of killing you..."

"No, that's not how probability works... I forget the exact calculation, but the probability of the next shot being the real bullet is very high!"

"Bet one more time! I suggest we bet one more time. The first three shots that didn't hit are 'past probabilities' and have little to do with the one we're about to fire. We should take advantage of our good luck and increase the other party's hit rate!"

"Tsk, gamblers are truly terrifying."

The noise around them didn't affect the two in the center.

Xue Jing fiddled with the revolver's safety, appearing to consider whether or not to continue shooting.

He stroked his chin and said, "Hmm... I just wanted to ask, Mr. Wei, since you're about to die, how are you going to give me the promised ten million?

"Can we transfer the funds in advance?"

The man with the surname Wei gave him a deep look. "I will keep my word."

Xue Jing smiled but remained silent. He raised the revolver and fired a fourth shot at his own head.

"Clack—"

The chamber spun, but once again, it was a blank.

The crowd erupted in excitement.

"Fourth shot! Four consecutive misses! He's invincible; what luck! I suggest we just bet on the fifth shot! It's a fifty-fifty chance?"

"That's not how the probability works," someone else chimed in. "Although there's indeed one blank and one real bullet left, you can't calculate it as 'one in one out.' You have to consider it as the 'fifth shot out of six' to get the probability, which is much higher than fifty-fifty. I forget the exact calculation, though."

"It's simple," another person explained. "The probability of the first shot not hitting is 5/6, the second shot is 4/5, and the third shot follows suit. You multiply the probability of each shot to get the final probability. Let me calculate it (taking out phone)..."

"The probability of the fifth shot still being a blank is—one in six!"

"Whoa—that means the next shot has a probability of more than 80% of being the real bullet..."

"Change players! Give the gun to the other guy! You've basically won already!"

Some people from the audience started shouting suggestions at Xue Jing.

Xue Jing remained silent.

Mr. Wei's expression was unreadable, as if he wasn't affected by the commotion.

In the midst of the silence, Xue Jing slowly raised the pistol, aiming it at his head as if he was about to fire the fifth shot...

Mr. Wei's heart skipped a beat, and he forcibly suppressed his emotions, ensuring they didn't show on his face.

The fifth shot was the real bullet!

This kid was pushing his luck, thinking he could get away with betting that all five shots would miss? He's asking for death!

Mr. Wei stared intently at Xue Jing's finger on the trigger.

Pull the trigger! Shoot! Shoot!

Mr. Wei wanted to go up and help pull the trigger himself.

He could already envision the boy's upper head exploding, brain matter and blood splattering across the room.

'...It's the fifth shot.' Xue Jing's thoughts were calm as he felt the numbing coldness from the gun pressed against his temple, along with his body's instinctive warnings.

Twin instincts.

The strong instinctive intuition that had been dormant during the first four shots finally reacted as he was about to pull the trigger for the fifth shot.

'This gamble... I already won when the rock-paper-scissors game ended.'

Xue Jing's eyes curved into a smile as he lowered the revolver, his action causing Mr. Wei's eyes to twitch.

"Well, I suppose Mr. Wei should have some participation. Let's leave the fifth shot to you."

Xue Jing spoke as he handed the revolver to Mr. Wei.

"..."

Mr. Wei silently accepted the revolver.

This gun had been specially modified by him; it packed a tremendous punch and could pierce through an elephant from head to tail.

Although he possessed a 'B3 Protective Film' and 'R2 Golden Flesh,' and had even implanted 'Giant Blood' into his bone marrow, causing his body to undergo significant alterations, his bones were now harder, and his blood production far surpassed that of ordinary humans.

While taking a hit from this revolver's bullet wouldn't be fatal to him... Aiming it at the head would still result in a serious injury.

Even if the bullet itself couldn't penetrate his body, the kinetic energy produced would be enough to give his brain a good rattling.

A serious injury wasn't a problem, but the issue was that he had an important mission to complete...

Mr. Wei's expression turned gloomy.

Qiao Ying, who had been silent beside him, also looked troubled.

She had worked with Mr. Wei for a long time and knew his style well; she could guess what he was about to do.

"Wei... Are you sure you want to do this?" Qiao Ying asked loudly, her tone filled with reluctance.

Mr. Wei took the revolver from Xue Jing but didn't aim it at his own head. Instead, he turned it around and pointed it at Xue Jing's forehead.

"Ah?"

The surrounding crowd was astonished. What was this...?

Xue Jing, now the one at gunpoint, showed no change in expression and instead sighed softly.

"Looks like Mr. Wei intends to go back on his word."

Mr. Wei's voice was calm as he said, "I'll transfer ten million... to your family."

"As for going back on my word... Do you remember the bet I proposed at the start?"

As soon as he said this, someone in the crowd with a good memory immediately recalled, "It was something like... 'If you survive, I'll give you ten million Zhuxia coins. If you die... there will be no other consequences.'"

Everyone immediately understood Mr. Wei's intention.

Xue Jing shook his head and said indifferently, "Mr. Wei, that's sophistry."

"It is sophistry."

Mr. Wei nodded in agreement.

"But... I apologize."

"Bang—"

The trigger was pulled, and the chamber spun.

In the midst of the crowd's shocked gazes, the loud gunshot reverberated throughout the casino.

A brass bullet fired from the chamber, speeding towards the calm and composed youth's forehead.

In the next instant, a figure was sent flying at an incredible speed, crashing through countless tables and chairs along the way, piercing through several walls, leaving behind human-shaped holes, and disappearing without a trace.

Left in the room was the young man in a wine-red suit, slowly retracting his right leg, which he had just kicked out.

White smoke curled around his black dress shoes, and Xue Jing frowned slightly.

At the moment the bullet left the chamber of the revolver, he had activated his Twin Fated Speed, dodging the bullet while using the 'Starfire Kick' technique to deliver a powerful strike.

This move involved channeling force into his opponent's body, a cow-toppling bull-breaking technique designed to break through defenses. Xue Jing chose to use this move after noticing his opponent's 'Protective Film,' which had an excellent defensive effect against force-based attacks.

However, this technique typically employed soft force, and the opponent shouldn't have been sent flying with such force.

Unless...

"The soft force was blocked, unable to penetrate and explode inside. Even 'Starfire Kick' was countered to this extent; the Protective Film's advantage over martial artists is truly outrageous."

Xue Jing shook his head.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and Xue Jing, with his Twin Fated Instinct activated, tilted his head slightly, the bullet barely grazing past his ear and stirring the air, ruffling the hair on the left side of his head.

At that moment, the surrounding onlookers realized what had happened and started to flee the casino in panic, with occasional screams piercing the air.

Russian roulette was one thing, but this was clearly a battle between gods, and staying any longer would only spell disaster for mere mortals.

As Xue Jing searched for Wei, his expression shifted slightly as he sensed a faint airflow disturbance.

Instinctively, he reached out and grabbed a slender wrist holding a black dagger, poised to stab him.

"Oh? Sister, you're really breaking my heart here."

Xue Jing's eyes widened in feigned surprise as he looked at Qiao Ying before him.

Her eyes were filled with complexity, and tears even welled up in the corners, but her movements were swift and ruthless. She twisted the dagger in her hand, trying to free her wrist from his grip, and then lunged at him with lightning speed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she choked between her relentless attacks, each one aimed to be fatal.

Xue Jing's palm was covered in intricate dragon scale patterns as he blocked her stab, gripping the dagger and restricting her movements.

Then, with his other hand, he grabbed her neck and lifted her a foot off the ground.

Spiral grooves appeared on Xue Jing's arm, his muscles tensing as he squeezed her neck with tremendous force.

"Yin—"

"Crack—"

Accompanied by a dragon's roar and the sickening sound of breaking bones, Qiao Ying's neck was crushed to the thickness of a sugarcane stalk in Xue Jing's grip.

"Ah—Ah—"

Her pretty face contorted, eyes rolling up, tongue protruding grotesquely from her mouth, and blood and chunks of flesh spilling from her mouth and nostrils. Qiao Ying's head lolled to the side, her limbs stiffening before going limp.

Tossing her body aside casually, Xue Jing said flatly, "You may have thought your apology would make a difference..."

"...but unfortunately, I am a true advocate of gender equality."

Straightening his slightly wrinkled wine-red suit, Xue Jing narrowed his eyes.

The crowd had mostly fled the casino, leaving an eerie silence in their wake.

Xue Jing began to stroll casually around the room.

His black dress shoes crunched over the floor littered with wood shavings, chips, and playing cards, making a squeaking sound with each step.

A strange thought crossed Xue Jing's mind.

"I feel like I'm some kind of boss... and they're all trying to figure out how to beat me."

Hidden in the shadows, Wei watched Xue Jing's leisurely stroll and lifted his shirt to touch the obvious red shoeprint on his chest.

"What a monster..."

His cybernetic eye displayed a constant stream of data analyzing the young man in the distance.

【Estimated Physical Level: 3.6~4.2】

【Body Alteration Rate: Less than 1%】

...

【Comprehensive Danger Level Assessment: 4.1~4.5】

Wei's gaze lingered on the 【Body Alteration Rate: Less than 1%】, his heart filled with dread.

"...No implanted xenografts, no performance-enhancing drugs..."

"He's a fcking old-school martial artist?!"

Looking at the youth's obviously underage face, Wei's lips twitched.

...

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