Chapter 917： This gun won't break, why doesn't it fire?

Cheng Feier almost scolded his mother, this guy is really crazy, can you trust a fortune teller for such a thing?

She was about to rush up and **** the pistol.

But Ye Feng had already picked up the pistol and put it on his temple.

Cheng Fei'er was so frightened that she didn't dare to move anymore, "Ye Feng, you...don't act recklessly, let's...go back to Yangcheng..."

She had been indifferent to Ye Feng before, and even hated it a little. If it wasn't for completing the mission, she wouldn't be walking with him.

But until this moment, this man might be about to die, but she still had a heart-wrenching feeling, as if something important was about to be lost.

Only then did she realize that, unconsciously, she had become dependent on him.

But Ye Feng remained unmoved and directly pulled the trigger.

"Slap!"

The third shot was empty again.

At the same time as the trigger was pulled, Cheng Fei'er trembled all over.

After seeing that the danger was lifted, the whole person was a little unstable, and he could only maintain his standing by holding on to the gaming table.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats just now, and only then did they heave a sigh of relief.

Only Hong Jiajun had a look of disappointment on his face, and let this kid escape again.

But there are still two more shots, and this kid will die after all.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his face again.

Ye Feng looked at the pistol suspiciously, "Is this gun going to break? Why doesn't it fire?"

Hearing his question, everyone present almost fell to the ground.

Is this speaking human language?

Hearing his tone, it seemed that the bullet hadn't been fired, and he still felt a little regretful.

If it does ring, are you still alive to speak?

Ye Feng didn't care what they thought, and directly pointed the muzzle of the gun to his eyes, "Would the death be worse if you shoot like this?"

Everyone stared at him blankly, why do you feel that this guy is not afraid of death at all?

It's such a time, and it's still like a joke?

Just when they were complaining in their hearts, Ye Feng pulled the trigger again.

"Patter..."

The sound of mechanical collision sounded again, especially crisp in the quiet package.

The fourth shot, still empty!

Everyone's mood went through a roller coaster again, and they were all frightened into a cold sweat.

After all, those seniors in the gambling world were old, their legs were trembling with fright, and they hurriedly found a few chairs to sit down.

The two girls, Cheng Fei'er and Helen, had already turned pale with fright, and stared blankly at Ye Feng.

I really don't know whether to call this guy brave or lucky.

Until now, his face is still calm, with a smile on his face from beginning to end, even when he pulls the trigger, it has not changed.

Not to mention anything else, this state of mind alone is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

As for Hong Jiajun, he became nervous again.

He didn't expect the **** to be so lucky that he escaped with two shots in a row.

Now there are two shots left, and the two have a half chance of death each.

It would be great if Ye Feng fired the bullet in advance.

But if his third shot is still empty, then he will surely die!

Therefore, his mood at this time was more nervous than anyone present, his eyes were fixed on Ye Feng, and he did not dare to relax for a moment.

Ye Feng seemed to be aware of his nervousness, so he dawdled on purpose, but refused to fire the third shot.

Hong Jiajun suffered so much and finally couldn't stand it anymore, "You **** shot, a total of three shots, do you want to renege on your debt?"

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth curled into a teasing smile, "Now we each have a chance to survive, why don't you come first?"

Hong Jiajun immediately became entangled.

It is certain that there must be a bullet in the remaining two magazines.

The only uncertainty is whether the bullet is in the fifth chamber or the sixth chamber.

If it was the fifth, he would choose to shoot first now, which would be tantamount to courting death.

But if it was the sixth, after Ye Feng finished firing the shot, he would surely die.

How much he now wishes he could have clairvoyant eyes, so that he could see the structure inside the pistol!

This **** is really bad, throwing such a dilemma to him, isn't it intentional to torture him?

This decision is really too difficult to make, as long as one mistake is made, it will be forever.

Seeing his flustered appearance, Helen felt extremely contemptuous in her heart.

Compared with Ye Feng, this guy really needs ability but no ability, no guts if he wants to, what a waste!

"How are you thinking?" Ye Feng was really impatient to wait, so he immediately urged.

"I...I choose...to do it later." Hong Jiajun finally made a difficult decision.

Now that the chance of death had increased to 50%, he really couldn't muster up the courage to fire the shot first.

Now I can only hope that the bullet in the fifth chamber will directly blow this guy's head.

Otherwise...he didn't dare to think about the consequences!

Ye Feng just smiled faintly, "I'll give you a chance, but you're useless, so don't blame me."

After speaking, he directly pulled the trigger.