I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

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"You've won twelve games in a row, haven't you? And you're still winning, still winning!"

At a blackjack table, a large crowd of spectators gathered, all looking at the boy sitting in one of the seats with a mixture of shock and envy.

Xue Jing smiled, casually pushed a large pile of chips aside, crossed his arms, and looked at the dealer opposite him who was already sweating profusely.

"Little brother, you're amazing!"

Qiao Ying sat next to him, her hands clasped together, and exclaimed in a sweet voice.

The adoration and infatuation in his eyes were enough to make any teenager dizzy.

Xue Jing simply smiled and remained silent.

Qiao Ying gritted her teeth, thinking that this person was too difficult to deal with, remaining unmoved by all this.

But the flames within her, pulled by Xue Jing, burned uncontrollably ever more fiercely, almost to the point of madness.

'I absolutely must have him…'

'If all else fails, we'll resort to force...'

Qiao Ying thought viciously.

Although that would ruin most of the fun, she simply couldn't stand it anymore; she would suffocate if she couldn't have this person.

Unaware that the strange woman beside him was already considering even stranger things, Xue Jing rubbed his chin, thinking to himself:

"Looks like I really can be a gambling god."

Unfortunately, he possessed the ultimate cheat in almost every card game gambling field—X-ray vision.

The existence of 【Visualization of Truth】 allows him to directly visualize what each face-down card is, provided he sees the cards and receives sufficient information.

Just like playing blackjack now, being able to see through the dealer's hidden cards guarantees his win rate, and being able to see every card that is dealt next allows him to understand the entire course of the game from the very beginning.

It's practically a God-like system where you have to follow the rules and there are some limitations...

We can't lose, we simply can't lose.

Just as I was thinking about something, a loud voice suddenly came from beside me.

"Hey, you look pretty impressive."

Xue Jing tapped the table with his finger and turned to look.

A tall, muscular man, whose suit bulged out of his clothes, stood beside him at some point, casting a condescending gaze at him expressionlessly.

Xue Jing's gaze lingered for a moment on the few faint dents on his face.

"Interested in making a couple of bets with me?"

The man spoke in a completely flat tone.

Before Xue Jing could reply, Qiao Ying stood up, her beautiful face filled with a cold expression.

"Wei... what do you want to do?"

The man seemed not to hear her, completely ignoring her and keeping his eyes fixed on Xue Jing.

The surrounding passengers also noticed that something seemed off, and the noisy scene gradually quieted down.

Xue Jing's gaze swept back and forth between the two people who both had xenografts for a while, then he thought for a moment and smiled:

"Alright, what do you want to bet?"

Upon hearing this, the man reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a silver revolver, which he then slammed onto the table.

The appearance of the dangerous firearm immediately drew gasps from those around them.

"A gun!? Is it a real gun?"

"What do you mean, betting on guns? Russian roulette?"

A quick-thinking staff member saw the man pull out a gun and immediately left the scene to call security.

Perhaps it was human nature to be curious, or perhaps it was disbelief that it was a real gun, but most people, upon seeing such a dangerous object, did not leave, but instead continued to watch with great interest.

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

She possessed immense strength, completely contrary to her appearance. With a single slap, the huge card table tilted and lifted, almost flipping over completely. It remained suspended in the air for a while before finally settling back down under the force of gravity.

The chips and cards on the table were scattered all over the floor with a clatter, and the revolver also fell to the ground.

The tall man finally turned his gaze to her and said expressionlessly:

"Excessive? You're the one who's being excessive. Do you even know what you're doing right now?"

Qiao Ying froze, speechless.

The man continued to look at Xue Jing.

"As you can see, Russian roulette, wanna play?"

At this moment, countless footsteps sounded, the crowd parted, and security director Chen Liang walked in with a group of people.

He looked towards the arena, saw Xue Jing's figure, paused for a moment, and hesitated before speaking:

"Mr. Xue?"

Xue Jing didn't look at him, but waved his hand at him from the side.

Chen Liang understood; this meant he should leave it alone.

He nodded silently, restrained his men, and joined the onlookers.

Xue Jing picked up the revolver from the ground.

The silver gun body has extremely beautiful lines and is much larger than a typical pistol. The barrel is very long, making it look like a large-caliber revolver.

Xue Jing wasn't a military enthusiast and had basically never paid attention to the firearms models in this world. He couldn't recognize what this revolver was, but just by looking at its appearance, he knew that its firepower was absolutely formidable and it wasn't an ordinary handgun.

'It's like we're filming a gambling movie set in Hong Kong, things are getting interesting...'

Xue Jing became interested, placed the revolver on the table, stood up, looked directly into the man's eyes, and said with great interest:

"Okay, let's play then. What's the stake?"

Hearing this, Qiao Ying, who was standing next to her, immediately became anxious.

"Little brother, this is no joke, people really can die! This guy is crazy, don't pay him any mind, let's go play something else, okay?"

Qiao Ying tugged at Xue Jing's sleeve, looking at him pleadingly.

How can he die before we've even had sex?

Qiao Ying had a strong premonition that if she didn't get this person, she would be left with a lifelong regret and emptiness.

Do you want her to commit necrosis?

The tall man gave Xue Jing a deep look: "Rare indeed, you've got guts."

He picked up the revolver on the table, removed the cylinder, and then took a brass-colored bullet from his pocket and inserted it into one of the chambers.

The cylinder closed, then he flicked it with his hand, causing it to spin inside the gun before coming to a stop.

"The rules are simple: a game of rock-paper-scissors determines who goes first, and the winner can choose to fire first, either themselves or the opponent."

"The person assigned to the task points a gun at their head and can fire as many shots as they want, but at least one shot must be fired."

"There is only one bullet in the gun, and the other five are empty, which means that one out of the six shots must be a live bullet."

The man paused here.

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

"You are dead...no other price needs to be paid."

The man said calmly.

His goal was to stop Qiao Ying from messing around and delaying important matters; killing the boy would suffice, and he didn't need any other stakes.

He knew perfectly well when the bullet in the revolver would fire; all he had to do was win the rock-paper-scissors game and get to go first, and the boy would be dead for good…

As for rock-paper-scissors... hehe.

"He's talking like he's already won..."

"But, it's very interesting, I agree."

Xue Jing smiled slightly and spoke.

Qiao Ying, standing beside Xue Jing, grabbed his sleeve and shook her head frantically in anxiety.

"No, don't agree! You'll lose, you're doomed, you'll really die!"

Those around were excited and discussing it animatedly:

"They're actually going to play Russian roulette, and that revolver is a real gun!"

"I never expected to see something like this on a cruise ship. This money was definitely well spent!"

"I'm a little scared to watch, but I really want to watch it!"

Ignoring Qiao Ying's advice and the surrounding noise, Xue Jing chuckled:

"let us start?"