Gao Wu: After holding back for eighteen years, my words are divine.

"make a deal!"

"only...."

The stocking-clad thug clapped his hands.

"Little brother~"

"Have you forgotten something?"

She stepped forward and gently patted Guan Ming's shoulder, then leaned close to his ear.

"What are we paying to get in...?"

"It's to win money from those evil spirits."

"But you used all your remaining chips as a ticket..."

"If you don't have any capital, what will you use to gamble?"

"I…"

Guan Ming froze, falling silent instantly.

He'd never gambled before, yet he'd forgotten something so important.

"Keep it; your sister doesn't need your charity."

The stocking-clad thug laughed loudly, made a graceful turn, and braced his hands on the counter.

"I want to pawn all the Gundam parts I can find!!"

"Including the heart!!"

"!!"

These words stunned not only everyone else, but even the previously lazy nurse ghost.

It immediately stood up and respectfully handed over a parchment mortgage contract.

The stocking-clad thug didn't even look at it, bit his finger, and quickly pressed his bloody handprint on it!

"Hurry up and give me the money!"

She reached out to the nurse ghost, her eyes filled with madness.

"I want to see just how much these 'Gundam' parts are worth!"

The nurse ghost pulled a large black bag from under the counter and slammed it on the table.

The bag was opened, and inside were a full 500 ghost coins!

"Hahaha! I didn't expect I'd be worth so much!"

The stocking-clad thug laughed loudly, then pulled out sixty ghost coins and slammed them onto the table.

"Apart from this arrogant little brother's ticket, what about the others..."

"I'll take them all!"

"Hahaha!"

The ruthless bandit in stockings stood with his hands on his hips, laughing wildly.

Everyone was terrified by her crazy and reckless behavior, and for a moment they were speechless.

Ye Yilin took small steps forward, somewhat frightened, and tugged at the corner of the stocking-clad bandit's trench coat, whispering something.

"Sister Bandit...we don't gamble..."

"Wouldn't it be a bad idea to go in? What if you lose all the money you've won?"

"Wave your hand~ No, no!"

The stocking-clad thug said nonchalantly.

"Little princess, didn't you see your scoundrel father gambling when you were little?"

"Next to his card table..."

"Weren't there any spectators standing around?"

"Now...you are my audience!"

"We've been in this godforsaken place for so long, it's time to show you around."

"..."

Ye Yilin was suddenly startled.

"How did she know that my dad often invited friends over to play cards when I was little?"

But now is clearly not the time to worry about that detail.

As long as we don't let these rookies go to the table and get themselves killed, that's fine.

So Ye Yilin nodded obediently: "Okay, Sister Bandit, we'll listen to you."

aside.

Guan Ming's expression was extremely gloomy.

He hated the feeling of being constantly overshadowed by others.

"But it's for the best..."

"At least I don't have to mortgage my organs because I don't have enough principal."

Guan Ming comforted himself in his heart.

Then, he said coldly.

"Since you don't want it, I won't force you."

After saying that, he tightly gripped the 10 ghost coins that the nurse had given him earlier in his hand.

He then pushed open the door and strode into the card and chess room.

"What a proud and arrogant little kid~"

The burly bandit in stockings chuckled, grabbed the money bag, and led the group inside.

……

As soon as he opened the door, Guan Ming was choked by the smell of smoke inside and started coughing.

The hall was dimly lit, with gambling tables set up, but no one was there.

Guan Ming did not back down.

He went straight to an empty mahjong table, glanced at it, and sat down.

Followed by.

The sound of a chair being pulled out rang out.

The seat next to me was instantly taken.

Guan Ming looked closely, his brows furrowing: "It's you? Why are you following me?"

He suspected that the crazy woman was holding a grudge against him because of what had just happened and was planning to mess with his mentality at the gambling table.

The burly bandit in stockings crossed his legs and placed them on the mahjong table.

"Don't be nervous, little brother."

"Take a close look at this card room... there's only this one table open right now."

"If we want to gamble, we'll have to sit together."

Guan Ming didn't answer, but simply looked away, keeping a watchful eye on things.

The viewing area in the distance.

Liu Rui shook Shi Chongshan's arm with a slight tremor and asked worriedly.

"Brother Shi... will Guan Ming... survive?"

That's gambling with your life against a ghost!

Shi Chongshan sighed.

"Let fate decide."

"Guan Ming was originally a top student in the criminal investigation team, ranking first in all assessments."

"It's because I'm too straightforward and arrogant that I offended my superiors."

"They were just sent to our prison."

"There should be something in his stomach..."

……

Guan Ming's forehead began to bead with cold sweat.

As Shi Chongshan said, he was indeed a member of the criminal investigation team.

He was also selected for undercover training and learned gambling skills.

However, he was kicked out midway through due to personality issues, and temporarily transferred to prison guard to avoid suspicion.

Even with rigorous training, this was, after all, his first time gambling.

And it's with ghosts!

The stocking-clad thug sitting next to him, however, appeared extremely relaxed.

Snapped!

She slammed the bag of ghost money onto the table with great fanfare.

Seeing this, Guan Ming followed her example and placed his 10 ghost coins in front of him.

The moment the chips were placed on the table.

hum!

A plume of black smoke rose into the air from the center of the mahjong table!

The black energy quickly gathered and condensed, transforming into a slot machine!

On the slot machine screen, the three sections began to spin wildly.

The pattern on it keeps flashing.

clown,

Revolver

werewolf

playing cards

dice.

This represents the "game mode" of this betting game.

One minute later.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

All three sections were suspended simultaneously.

The image freezes on the revolver.

"..."

Guan Ming was dumbfounded.

Among the gambling techniques he had learned...

He was confident he could win at anything, from Texas Hold'em and Blackjack to Mahjong and Pai Gow.

But what the hell is this "revolver"?!

What does this have to do with the mahjong table?!

"Could it be...?"

Guan Ming's pupils contracted sharply as he realized what an extremely terrifying game it was.

"That's right~"

The ruthless bandit in stockings rested his chin on his hands.

"It's the famous roulette game."

"How are you? Little brother, are you scared?"

"This is one of the most popular, and also the most dangerous, games among gamblers!"

"Here... losers don't have to pay, because there's only one way out: death!"

Guan Ming took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his violently pounding heart.

"You'd better take care of yourself, you crazy woman."

"I still need to live to pay you back."

Surprisingly, after learning that it was a death game that relied on luck...

Guan Ming's emotions miraculously stabilized.

"what?"

The stocking-clad thug tilted his head slightly, looking somewhat puzzled.

"Why is this kid suddenly not panicking?"

"Could it be... that he's hiding some kind of cheating trump card?"

"interesting!"

She chuckled, opened her arms, and shouted at the empty gambling table.

"Then let's wait and see, little brother!"

"And there are all the players hiding in the shadows..."

"Shouldn't you all come out by now?"

call!

The voice just fell.

Two plumes of black smoke suddenly appeared from the other two empty chairs!

They were all evil spirits exuding a high-level, eerie aura!

One on the left.

He was wearing a bank manager's suit stained with blood.

There was a horrifying bullet hole between its eyebrows, from which black brain matter mixed with blood was constantly flowing out.

Above its head, a row of blood-red numbers floated.

[Win rate: 53/9]

One on the right.

He was a black thief dressed in tight-fitting night clothes.

Although the outfit was somewhat superfluous for it, it was clearly a ghost with professional ethics and didn't want to be an exhibitionist.

Numbers also float above its head.

[Win rate: 78/6]

"Brother Shi, what are those things on their heads?" Liu Rui asked in the spectator area.

Ye Yilin raised her hand and whispered:

"I know! That must be their record! It represents how many games they've won and how many they've lost here!"

Liu Rui nodded, then gasped.

"My God... those two ghosts have such a high win rate!"

"They've killed nearly a hundred people or ghosts in total! Can the ruthless bandit sister and Guan Ming win?"

however.

These words were spoken.

Not only the prison guards, but even the two evil spirits that had just sat down were stunned at the same time.

because.

All eyes were focused on the top of the stocking-clad thug's head.

Guan Ming's eyes trembled violently.

The two evil spirits practically popped their eyes out, looking like they'd just seen a living person.

Above the head of the stocking-clad thug, a line of numbers that were so glaring they could blind anyone could see.

Win rate: 65% / 1%

"hiss…"

The bank ghost and the thief ghost exchanged a glance, both seeing fear in each other's eyes.

This is like running into a top expert in the same field!

They came to fry fish but got fryed instead?

66 do-or-die matches, and he only lost one?!

What kind of monster is this woman?!

but.

When they turned their greedy gazes to Guan Ming beside them.

Win rate: 0/0.

"Hehehe..."

The two ghosts let out a chilling laugh.

"Adorable little Zero..."

"Your uncles will take good care of you~"

Stared at intently by two high-level evil spirits, Guan Ming felt as if the blood in his body was about to freeze.

But he gritted his teeth and did not break down.

Because he also has his greatest reliance.

A-level superpower: Precognitive Dreams!

He can predict everything that will happen in the next ten seconds as long as he closes his eyes!

For a game like Roulette where one shot determines life or death, a ten-second prediction is practically an invincible cheat code!

"When that revolver finally comes into my hands..."

"And this shot was unloaded."

"As long as this condition is met, then... I can only succeed!"

Guan Ming calculated the odds of winning in his mind.

"Now that everyone's here..."

The stocking-clad thug slammed his hand on the table, breaking the silence.

"Then let the game begin!"

"I'm all in! You guys do whatever you want!"

As she spoke, she actually pushed the bag containing 540 ghost coins in front of her directly to the center of the gambling table!

"..."

The two ghosts were stunned.

Going all in on the first hand?!

Is that really so arrogant?!

"I won't follow..."

The bank ghost spoke in a hoarse voice.

It took out 300 ghost coins from its pocket and pushed them to the middle.

The thief ghost silently took out 200 ghost coins.

At this time.

Guan Ming was completely dumbfounded.

He looked at the pitiful 10 ghost coins in front of him and fell into despair.

According to the unspoken rules of casinos, the order of these life-or-death games is determined by the amount of money wagered!

In that instant.

The two evil spirits suddenly turned their heads, looked at Guan Ming, and smiled.

That look in his eyes was like a big bad wolf seeing a little white rabbit that had been stripped of its fur.

I can't wait to let...

He quickly spread his legs apart.

The uncles are coming.

A sense of foreboding welled up in Guan Ming's heart.

Followed by.

hum!

A blood-red number [4] appeared on the back of his hand.

The thief ghost has a [3] on the back of his hand.

The bank ghost is [2].

The stocking-clad thug who went all in was [1].

"Hold!!"

Guan Ming cursed inwardly, his breathing becoming extremely heavy.

As everyone knows, in [roulette]...

Because bullets are consumed with each trigger pull, the earlier someone gets a gun, the greater their chance of survival!

His "precognitive dream" requires him to get his hands on the gun!

And when it's their turn, they can decide whether to fire by predicting whether the next shot will be an empty magazine or a live round.

That way he can control the life and death of the next person!

If the person in front of you runs out of bullets, or if it's his turn and he has bullets left!

Then his superpowers will be useless!

It ranks fourth.

This is the most dangerous and desperate location!

"Don't panic! Don't panic!"

Guan Ming tried desperately to comfort himself:

"They haven't even started loading yet! As long as they get hit in front, I'll have a chance!"

But in the next moment.

He was completely dumbfounded.

"Huh?"

Before anyone knew it, a revolver had appeared in the hands of the stocking-clad thug.

and.

The most suffocating thing is!

Click! Click! Click!

The ruthless thug in stockings grabbed three bullets from the table without even looking at them.

He casually stuffed it into a revolver with six cylinders!

"madman!!!"

Not only Guan Ming, but even the two evil spirits were dumbfounded!

A one-in-half probability!

That's a 50/50 chance of dying!

Is this woman really that fierce?!

"Alright, alright~ Installation complete."

The thug in the stockings even arrogantly spun the magazine around.

Splash!

Then.

Snapped!

She slammed the revolver shut.

Without any hesitation.

She pointed the gun at her temple.

"Bang! Bang!"

She actually...

Two shots were fired in quick succession!

Click! Click!

Two sharp cracks of hammers striking the empty bay echoed through the hall.

There was no sound.

"Wow, how lucky!"

The stocking-clad thug blew on the muzzle of his gun, which had no gunpowder, and tossed it onto the table, then smiled as he looked at the two ghosts opposite him.

"I'm so sorry, everyone..."

"You guys today..."

"You're probably going to have two of you die, hehe!"

"..."

The bank ghost and the thief ghost clenched their fists, trembling with rage.

But at the same time, their eyes were also filled with fear and admiration.

Is this the woman who has only lost one game?!

With a one-in-half chance of death, he fired two shots without even blinking!

Such a spirit is more like a ghost than a demon!

"That crazy woman!!"

Guan Ming watched from the side, gritting his teeth, his back completely soaked with cold sweat.

"What on earth is she doing?! How dare she?!"

Guan Ming was almost in a desperate situation.

Six chambers, each loaded with three live rounds.

The burly bandit in stockings fired two shots, but missed.

This means…

The remaining four chambers contained three live rounds!

The probability of death has soared to 75%!

"Calm down! Guan Ming, you need to be cool-headed! Don't panic!"

He kept taking deep breaths and reminding himself.

Compared to him, the bank bastard, who was second in line, was clearly more panicked.

He picked up the revolver from the table with trembling hands, as if he had Parkinson's disease.

He pointed the gun at his own forehead, which already had a bullet hole.

Close your eyes.

"Hehehe..."

Sudden.

It let out a sinister laugh.

Black energy surged in its hand, and right before everyone's eyes, it secretly used its ghostly energy to flick the magazine!

click!

It pulled the trigger.

The gun...did not fire.

"You cheated!!!"

Upon seeing this, Guan Ming slammed his fist on the table, stood up, and roared at the bank ghost.

"I saw it! You just used black energy to rotate the magazine!!"

This is against the rules! This is blatant cheating!

however.

He was greeted.

But it was one person and two ghosts laughing and joking without restraint.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The burly bandit in stockings laughed so hard he slapped his thigh, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Little brother~"

"You say it's a foul? What evidence do you have?"

"Evidence? The fact that it just spun the roulette wheel is evidence!"

Guan Ming was furious.

At this time.

The bank ghost slowly stood up, spread his hands, and showed them to everyone.

There's a saying in casinos: to catch cheaters, catch them red-handed.

For example, cards hidden in sleeves, or dice filled with lead.

But does its hand... have any physical object?

Without any physical evidence, what makes you accuse me of cheating?

"you!!"

Guan Ming was struck dumb, and slumped into his chair in despair.

In this casino where there are no rules and everything is mysteriously controlled...

The so-called fairness is a complete joke.

but.

The only good news is...

Because the bank ghost rearranged the magazine, it essentially disrupted the original order of certain death.

His chances of survival have theoretically increased a little more.

Then.

The bank ghost handed the gun to the third-ranking thief ghost.

The thief took the gun, a mocking smile on his face, and stared at Guan Ming.

It was as if it was saying, "Watch closely, newbie, this is why I've won 78 games."

hum!

A faint black ghostly aura condensed at the fingertips of the thief ghost.

That wisp of ghostly energy actually penetrated directly into the magazine!

It stole its own bullets right in front of Guan Ming, and then…

It got stuck in the second chamber!

After doing all this.

The thief pointed at his own head and confidently pulled the trigger.

click!

There was no sound.

This shot missed.

嗏

Guan Ming's face had turned ashen.

Because he clearly saw that the thief had put the live round in the next shot!

That was the one shot left for him!

This is a doomed situation!

Even without using precognitive dreams, he already knew when he would die.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

Guan Ming's mental state completely collapsed.

With trembling hands, he took the revolver from the thief ghost.

"This is not a fair bet at all..."

"This is all about who can cheat the best!!"

He had no way out.

Guan Ming was panting heavily, his eyes filled with resentment and despair.

He slowly raised the gun and pressed the barrel against his temple.

His short but proud life flashed through my mind like a fleeting glimpse.

My father, a police detective, sacrificed his life when I was born...

His mother raised him alone...

He joined the team after graduating from university, wanting to take over and avenge them.

And now, in such a sorry state.

He only wanted to say one sentence.

"I'm sorry... Mom... I love you..."

Guan Ming closed his eyes.

His finger pulled the trigger forcefully.

click!

The sound of hammering rang out.

however.

The expected gunshot that splattered brains...

But nothing came.

[Next chapter title: Words of Power: Strong Luck. Two chapters in total, might get stuck in review, so I'm posting it here.]