Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 144 Movie World
At first, the middle-aged man didn't speak.

But then, realizing that the person in front of him had no intention of joking, he stopped hesitating, stood up, and clapped his hands vigorously.

"Everyone! We are closed today. Come back tomorrow!"

There are many gamblers in this casino who make a living by using force, and they instantly became agitated upon hearing this.

"What the hell? Can't you see I'm about to win?!"

"This is a huge deal worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, and you're planning to hide it and enjoy it yourself? Hey! Rand, that's really not nice!"

However, the commotion gradually died down with the appearance of several burly men with bulging bodies. The attitude of these men was quite acceptable. They picked up a handful of money from the gambling table nearby and threw it into the crowd.

They pushed everyone back while saying sorry - the latter were just complaining and had no intention of really confronting.

In less than a moment, the originally crowded casino became quiet.

A strong man closed the door and stood guard at the entrance. The others returned to the gambling table and surrounded Song Shi and the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man winked and asked one of them to take the boy away.

But the hand that was about to grab the boy was suddenly grabbed tightly by someone.

Without looking at the sturdy man with an ugly expression, Song Shi looked at the middle-aged man: "Why, do you want to run away with the 'bet' first?"

".I didn't say I wanted to bet with you."

Seeing this, the middle-aged man suppressed his anger and tried to test him again: "And I don't understand, since you can easily take out 400,000 yuan for this guy who is just a waiter, what do you like about him?"

"So he's just a waiter. I thought he was a tool you illegally detained to make money by adjusting gambling results with psychic skills." Song Shi smiled and said, "But it doesn't matter. I just happened to be in need of a waiter. Isn't that a coincidence?"

"Of course it's fine if you want to hire a waiter, but it's also a matter of personal preference, right?" The middle-aged man seemed not to have heard the previous sentence: "This kid has worked for me for many years, and we have a good relationship. I plan to wait until he is older and send him to Palose University!"

"So, why don't you ask this kid if he's willing? If he is willing, I'm sure."

"You talk too much nonsense."

Song Shi stretched his body and knocked on the table: "If he says he is willing, you still won't let him go. If he says he is unwilling, I will definitely not let him go. This guy's wishes are insignificant."

He said calmly: "Stop talking nonsense. In one word, do you want to bet?"

The middle-aged man's expression turned completely cold. Hearing the voice in his headset saying "Boss! Get ready!", he sneered twice: "Okay! Let's bet!"

He snapped his fingers, and a sturdy man brought a plate with an old-fashioned revolver on it, the maximum capacity of the cylinder was six rounds.

"Just as you say, roulette!"

The middle-aged man grabbed a handful of bullets and threw them hard onto the copper plate, making a crisp sound of metallic collision.

"Come on, the stuff is already here." He sneered, "I want to see how many of them you dare to put down—"

As he spoke, Song Shi took the revolver, put a bullet in it, fired five shots at his temple, and then threw the revolver back.

"It seems I'm lucky."

Song Shi said:

"--now you."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment.

Then, while the other strong men were still in a daze, he lifted up the gambling table without hesitation and shouted, "Do it!"

"Won't this still lead to bloodshed?"

At this moment, Song Shi sighed and laughed again: "But, this is exactly what I want--"

Facing the gambling table that was crashing towards him, scorching flames burst out from between his five fingers, and in less than a tenth of a second, they transformed into a long dark green blade.

He had already completed the heavy killing rotation of "refining weapons into the body", cut a gap in the gambling table, and then wrapped up the endless flowing flames, covering all the strong men including the middle-aged man!
"——Boy, get down!"

The young man reacted very quickly and fell down the moment he heard Song Shi speak.

then.

The red-gold flame was like a surging wave, with Song Shi as the dividing line. While devouring the "person", it also engulfed half of the casino in front!
So, the dust settled.

That was the only blow. "Okay, you can stand up now."

Song Shi changed the heavy sword from being slashed out to being suspended, and snapped his fingers, causing the surrounding flames to temporarily stop spreading and burn quietly.

He pulled over a relatively intact chair, sat down, and looked at the young man who slowly stood up, still in a daze.

——The boy looked very embarrassed.

It was clearly just a "lie down" action, and no one paid attention to him or attacked him just now, but at this moment he had a bloody head.

The flying dice hit his head, leaving several wounds, and the broken and flying pieces of the prosthetic parts of the strong men scratched through his shirt and even cut the skin underneath.

Even one of the chairs that fell after everyone stood up hit him directly on the forearm, leaving a large and obvious bruise - this young man had almost no prosthetic implants, and his whole body was almost the same as a natural person.

"Let me ask you something in advance." Song Shi looked at the boy and suddenly asked, "What's the prefix of 'lucky' for you?"

The boy was also observing Song Shi.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the surroundings in a mess. The middle-aged man who used to dominate everything and was irresistible was rolling on the ground like crazy, turning into ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye and shocking. Even the casino, where he had once thought he would be trapped for the rest of his life, was engulfed in flames.

The young man took a deep breath.

He raised his head, looked directly at Song Shi, and said, "One third."

——Psionic Skill: [One-third Luck].

"One third? That's not bad."

Song Shi nodded slightly: "Even for the path of [Revelation], the psychic skill of 'luck' is quite rare, and the prefix of 'one third' is a relatively appropriate number."

"But with just this one psychic skill, you can't meet the daily needs of the casino. What is your other psychic skill?"

This time, the boy answered quickly: "It's 'delay'."

"So that's how it is. That explains it." Song Shi nodded.

Use [Delay] to advance [one-third of luck] and postpone the remaining [two-thirds of misfortune] - this allows the user to accumulate "luck" in a short period of time and then slowly repay it afterwards.

Instead of having to strictly follow the sequence of one "lucky" event, two "unlucky" events, and repeating the same cycle over and over again.

"That's about it. We can deal with the remaining issues later. There's no rush now."

Song Shi stood up and walked out the door.

As if he suddenly remembered something, he stopped and turned his head: "What's your name?"

The young man was stunned, silent for a moment, and whispered: ".Agaremar."

"Then it's time to go, Agalemare."

Song Shi raised his right hand again, ready to let the bound flame bloom again and burn this place to the ground.

Perhaps it was because of his premonition as a psychic and [Revelation] that he vaguely guessed what the person in front of him wanted to do. He suddenly spoke in a rapid voice: "Sir! Please wait a moment!"

He suddenly pulled out the dagger from the waist of the sturdy man lying on the ground, and then with quick eyes and hands, he cut off the index finger of the middle-aged man who was about to turn into ashes, and ran towards the small room behind the casino.

After a while, he ran out again, holding a black plastic bag and handed it to Song Shi: "These are part of Rand's savings. He hid them in a safe in the casino. I saw him open it before, so I know the location."

Song Shi's gaze moved between the plastic bag and the boy for a while. The latter had a tense face, but tried his best to look serious.

Trying to prove your "worth" as much as possible.

Song Shixin thought.

He didn't say anything else, but just gestured to the other person to hold the bag and follow him.

The heavy killing happened in an instant, and he cut open the door of the casino.

A lot of people have gathered behind the door.

Song Shi stepped out and looked around at the crowd. The latter saw the scene inside the casino from the broken door. They looked at each other and gradually parted like the tide, slowly making way.

(End of this chapter)