I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

It's most likely scissors...

It doesn't matter what you play. In that final moment, I'll change my hand gesture at a speed you can't see, and you'll lose no matter what...

As the man was thinking this, he saw Xue Jing's gesture the instant their hands stopped.

It's actually cloth... The data analysis isn't very accurate.

The man swiftly changed his hand into a scissor gesture at a speed imperceptible to the human eye.

The results are in.

The man pulled out the scissors.

Xue Jing produced a stone.

"Looks like I'm in luck, I won."

Xue Jing raised his clenched fist and chuckled.

The man's pupils contracted sharply.

How... is this possible?!

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Chapter 114 I'm a true advocate for gender equality, this is fucking old-fashioned martial arts!? (4K)

"That handsome boy won! That's great... I don't want to see him die, it would be such a waste."

"I just won rock-paper-scissors... who knows what will happen next."

"Next, he can choose to go first or second. He'll probably choose to go first. The chance of getting a live bullet on the first shot is only one in six. Statistically speaking, going first is definitely advantageous."

"This young man is really lucky; he has a huge advantage by going first."

The tall man heard the surrounding chatter, and his expression shifted between anger and uncertainty.

Luck? Luck?

How could this possibly be luck?

At the very last moment of rock-paper-scissors, he changed his hand gesture with a speed that no ordinary person could react to or see clearly, and chose scissors.

However, in the end, he lost.

[Self-check complete, operating status is good, no abnormalities found]

A message in green text appeared in Yi's eyes.

There was no mistake, meaning he definitely saw the opponent play 'paper' at the last moment.

That leaves only one possibility.

'This kid... his reaction speed and movement speed are both superior to mine.'

The tall man's heart sank.

At the last moment, the kid first made the 'paper' sign, and then after seeing the 'paper' sign, he made the 'scissors' sign, but the other person quickly changed the paper to rock.

The combined reaction time and action time are estimated to be less than 0.01 seconds.

But this kid actually did it, how is that possible...?

Qiao Ying finally realized something was wrong; this handsome young man who was so attractive... was not simple.

She looked at Xue Jing with complicated emotions, and said nothing more.

"Let's start with me then."

Xue Jing, with a smile in his eyes, reached out and picked up the revolver on the table.

"..." The man didn't speak, but just watched Xue Jing's actions.

Logically speaking, this kid shouldn't know which shot the live bullet will be fired.

He was the one who loaded the bullets and turned the magazine; only he knew which shot it was.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel fortunate.

Out of an extra layer of caution, he moved the live ammunition to a very rear position...

On the fifth shot.

If this kid is even slightly less timid and shoots himself less than four times, he can still win.

"Speaking of which, sir...may I ask your name?"

Xue Jing casually released the safety on his revolver as if he were grabbing snacks in his own living room, and asked casually.

“...My surname is Wei.”

The tall man surnamed Wei spoke calmly.

Xue Jing raised his revolver and fired a shot into his own head.

"Click——"

The cylinder spun and made a sound, but no bullets were fired. However, the surrounding crowd gasped, and some people covered their eyes, too afraid to look.

"Oh? So it's Mr. Wei," Xue Jing said with a smile.

I don't know which "wei" it is, but it doesn't matter.

As he spoke, Xue Jing switched the safety on his revolver, then switched it back on, and fired another shot at his own head.

"Click——"

A murmur rippled through the crowd, and even Chen Liang, the security chief who was watching, began to tense up, swallowing hard.

Mr. Xue... truly a master who managed to escape unscathed from dozens of armed men.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was holding a toy gun and just randomly pressing buttons.

The movements were too casual and too relaxed.

"I have a question for Mr. Wei."

Xue Jing spoke without any change in expression, showing no sign of someone facing a life-or-death crisis.

The man surnamed Wei narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly, "Speak."

"Click——"

Xue Jing fired a third shot into his own head.

"That's the third shot!"

People around gasped in surprise.

"That's enough, stop shooting. Three shots haven't even fired live ammunition. With each subsequent shot, there's a one-in-three chance you'll die..."

"No, that's not how you calculate probability... I forgot the exact calculation, but the probability of the next shot firing a live bullet is very high!"

"Let's gamble again! I suggest we gamble again. The three shots we've already fired were based on 'past probabilities,' and they don't really affect the shot we're about to fire. We should take advantage of our good luck to further increase the opponent's hit rate!"

"Tsk, gambling addicts are really scary."

The surrounding noise did not affect the people in the room.

Xue Jing repeatedly turned the safety on and off the revolver, seemingly considering whether or not to continue firing.

He rubbed his chin: "Um... I just wanted to ask, Mr. Wei, you're going to die soon, how are you going to give me the promised ten million?"

"Can I transfer the money in advance?"

The man surnamed Wei gave him a deep look. "I will not break my promise."

Xue Jing smiled and said nothing more.

He raised his revolver and fired a fourth shot at his own head.

"Click——"

The magazine spun around again, but it was still empty.

The people around them erupted in cheers.

"Fourth shot! Four shots fired, all missed!"

"Incredible luck! I suggest we just gamble on the fifth shot! A 50/50 chance?"

"That's not how it's calculated. Although it's true that there's one empty bullet and one live bullet left, you can't calculate it by saying 'one shot and one shot and none.' You have to calculate the probability by saying 'the fifth shot out of six shots.' This probability is much greater than one in two. I forgot the exact number."

"It's very simple. If you miss the first shot, it's 5/6; the second shot is 4/5; and so on for the third shot. Multiply the probabilities of each shot together to get the final probability. Let me calculate (takes out phone)..."

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

"Hiss—the probability of the next shot being a live bullet is now over 80%..."

"Switch over, buddy! Give the gun to the other guy, you've basically won!"

People outside the venue started shouting suggestions at Xue Jing.

Xue Jing remained silent.

The man surnamed Wei remained expressionless, seemingly unmoved.

In the silence, Xue Jing slowly raised his pistol, pointed it at his head, as if about to fire the fifth shot...

The man surnamed Wei's heart skipped a beat, but he forcibly suppressed his emotions, not letting them show on his face.

The fifth shot was a live bullet!

This kid is too arrogant, actually trying to gamble on missing all five shots? He's asking for death!

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

Press down, fire, fire!

The man surnamed Wei wished he could step forward and help press it down himself.

He seemed to already see the scene of the boy's head exploding completely, with brain matter and blood splattering all over the place.

'...On the fifth shot.'

Xue Jing felt the tingling chill emanating from the gun barrel pressed against his temple, and the instinctive warning of resistance throughout his body, and thought to himself.