Immortal emperor reborn mixed city

The bar was very lively, with many people still making noises, led by a white man and a black man.

"Do you dare to compete with me?!" the white man looked at the black man and said with a mocking smile in his eyes.

The black man didn't care at all and said without hesitation: "It's a competition. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

"Okay, this is what you said."

The black man's eyes were wide-eyed, not weak at all, and the people around him were constantly yelling and hooting.

"Compared to what?!" the black man asked.

The white man thought for a while, took out a revolver from his pocket, and placed it on the bar in a provocative way.

"Better than this."

When the people around saw the revolver, they immediately understood what the white man meant. This was a show of courage.

Of course, the competition is a classic part, one person takes one shot to see whose luck is better.

Beads of sweat appeared on the black man's forehead. This was a gamble with his life, and he was bound to die. Anyone would be a little scared.

Seeing this, the white man looked at the black man with a smile and said, "What, are you afraid?"

The black man glared at the white man and said angrily: "I'm afraid, so let's compete!"

Obviously he doesn't want to lose momentum and has some hatred for white people, so let's solve it this way.

"Very good." The white man smiled.

The people around him became more and more shouting and shouting loudly, which attracted everyone in the bar.

Su Yan and others also came over and stood aside and watched quietly.

"What's left of the Western cowboy game? I didn't expect this group of people to still use this trick." An said with disdain on his face.

"Only routines in this world can win people's hearts, and one routine will be passed down forever." Yun said with a smile.

Su Yan didn't say anything. He had been waiting. Everyone in this hotel had weak auras, and the strongest ones were only in the middle stage of Taoism. He had to wait for the Lion King.

At this moment, white people and black people have begun to compete.

The white man put a bullet into the magazine, rotated the magazine a dozen times, then closed it and placed it on the bar.

"What are you betting on?"

"What am I betting on? Of course it's my life." The black man said coldly.

"That's not possible, we have to increase the stakes no matter what."

"How about everything I have?"

"Okay, feel free, I'll bet everything on you too."

The white man was not weak, but his eyes were looking at the woman behind the black man, with an evil look on his face.

The black man frowned and said, "My sister is not on the bet."

"That won't work. You've already said everything you have to say."

The black sister is not black, but has a healthy skin color like wheat. She has a slim body and a very hot figure, which can arouse people's primitive desires.

This girl was only eighteen years old and was extremely panicked at the moment, but she believed in her brother.

"Don't worry, sister, I won't lose."

The black man first picked up the pistol, put it to his head, and pulled the trigger.

Only a crisp sound was heard, the black man was okay, which made him and even his sister sigh in relief.

People around me didn't care. After all, this was the first round and it was still early.

The white man still had a smile on his face, and he also picked up the pistol and pointed it at his head.

He looked at the people around him, looking relaxed, and directly pulled the trigger, his eyes always open.

The result was very disappointing to the black man, and the magazine was also empty.

The white man rotated the revolver in his hand a few times and then threw it to the black man. The people around him began to boo and yell.

The black man held the revolver, his hand trembling slightly. The probability was now one in four, which was already very high.

He aimed at his head and glanced at his sister, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

And his sister was also holding his arm tightly, her eyes full of fear, and she kept shaking her head.

"Don't worry!"

The black man roared and pulled the trigger. The magazine was still empty, which made the black man let out a long breath.

The smile on the white man's face disappeared and he stared at the black man.

"I didn't expect you to be so lucky!"

In fact, white people are at a disadvantage, and their chances are always higher than black people, but they are not afraid of death or losing.

He only wants to get the black man's property and even his sister.

The black man threw the revolver to the white man, who caught it easily.

Everyone around him was climaxing continuously, and the roar was deafening.

"Hurry up and shoot!"

"Yeah, hurry up, we can't wait any longer."

The white man didn't show any pretense, he directly picked up the pistol and pointed it at his head, while looking straight at the black man's sister.

"I'm going to settle on your sister!"

The white man pulled the trigger, and there was a click, but the magazine was still empty, which made everyone around him applaud.

"Not bad, such good luck."

"Yes, it's really manly to choose your own disadvantages."

The black man's face showed a cold expression, and his body was trembling involuntarily.

With a 1/2 chance, he will face a 1/2 chance, which is a terrible chance.

The sister next to him took his arm at this moment, shook his head and said: "Brother, we don't want to compete anymore."

When the white man heard this, he smiled and said to the black man's sister: "No more competition, there is no such good thing in the world. Just wait obediently. I will definitely put you to bed later."

The people around him also started shouting, asking the black man to pull the trigger quickly.

The black man was holding the revolver, his fingers were trembling involuntarily, and his face had long lost its sharpness and completely revealed its timidity.

No one is not afraid of death. On the contrary, a black man is very afraid of death because he has fallen into the trap of the white man. If he dies, his sister will also follow him into a situation of eternal destruction.

After hesitating for a while, the people around him roared even louder, and the black man couldn't help but glance at his sister.

He kissed his sister's forehead and said, "Brother will not die!"

The black man had a sharp look in his eyes, picked up the revolver, and pulled the trigger directly.

Bang!

This sound immediately caused everyone present to stop shouting and watch helplessly as the black man fell down.

The black man's temples were a little burnt and blood was flowing out. He died naturally, but he died with his eyes still open.

"Humph, you still want to fight me!"

The white man showed disdain, and at the same time the uneasiness in his heart dissipated. Now he was considered a winner.

The black sister burst into tears and kept shaking her brother, unwilling to believe this fact.

"Now your property is mine, and your sister will also be mine!"

The white man laughed loudly, looked at the black man's sister lustfully, walked over and hugged her.

No matter how much the black sister struggles, it’s to no avail, and the people around her won’t stop her. This is winning or losing.

"There's no point in struggling, I'll make you happy later!"

The white man couldn't help but kiss the black man's sister. There was only endless passion in his eyes. Now he just wanted to eliminate this feeling.