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"That good-looking youth has won, thank goodness... I wouldn't want to see him die, it's such a waste."

"He only won at rock-paper-scissors... what happens next is still uncertain."

"Next, he can choose to go first or second. He should choose to go first, right? The first shot only has a one in six chance of being real, and statistically, going first is definitely an advantage."

"This kid is really lucky, having the first move is a huge advantage."

The surrounding discussion reached the ears of the tall man, his expression fluctuating.

Luck? Luck?

How the hell could this be luck?

In the last moment of rock-paper-scissors, he had changed his hand gesture at a speed that no normal person could react to or see clearly, and threw scissors.

But in the end, he had lost.

[Self-check complete, operational state is good, no abnormalities detected]

Information in green font emerged in his prosthetic eye.

There was no mistake, meaning he had indeed seen his opponent throw 'paper' at the last moment.

That left only one possibility.

'This kid... His reaction speed and action speed are above mine.'

The tall man's heart sank.

At the last moment, this kid first showed a 'paper' gesture, and after he saw 'paper' and switched to 'scissors,' the other swiftly changed 'paper' into a 'rock.' Discover tales on NovelFire-mp _y,r.

The combined time of reaction and action was probably less than 0.01 seconds.

Yet this kid had done it, how could he...

Qiao Ying finally realized something was off. This drool-worthy, good-looking youth... was not simple.

She looked at Xue Jing with a complex expression and said nothing more.

"Then let's start with me."

Xue Jing said with a smile in his eyes, reaching for the revolver on the table.

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

In theory, the kid shouldn't know which shot the real bullet would be fired on.

The one loading the bullet and spinning the cylinder was himself, and only he knew which shot it would be.

Thinking this, he couldn't help feeling relieved.

Out of extra caution, he had moved the real bullet to a position much later...

In the fifth round.

If this kid was just a bit less daring, and shot at himself fewer than four times, he could still win.

"By the way, may I ask your name?"

Xue Jing casually disengaged the safety of the revolver, as if he was picking up snacks in his own living room, and asked nonchalantly.

"...My surname is Wei."

The tall man with the surname Wei responded faintly.

Xue Jing pointed the revolver at his own head and fired.

"Click—"

The cylinder rotated with a sound, no bullet fired, but the crowd emitted a low gasp, with some covering their eyes, not daring to watch.

"Oh? So you're Mr. Wei," Xue Jing laughed.

Although he didn't know which Wei, it didn't matter.

While speaking, Xue Jing toggled the safety off and on again and picked up the gun to fire at his head once more.

"Click—"

There were low gasps from the crowd, and Chen Liang, the watching security chief, also began to feel nervous, swallowing hard.

Mr. Xue... truly a master who could walk away unscathed facing dozens of armed men.

To those unaware, it might seem like he was carelessly playing with a toy gun.

His actions were too casual, too relaxed.

"I have a question I'd like to ask Mr. Wei."

Xue Jing's expression didn't change as he spoke, not at all like someone facing a life-or-death crisis.

The man with surname Wei narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke softly, "Ask."

"Click—"

Xue Jing fired the third shot at his own head.

"The third shot now!"

Someone exclaimed from the crowd.

"Stop it, don't shoot any more. Three shots haven't hit the real bullet, the probability of dying with each next shot is one in three..."

"No, that's not how the probability is calculated... I forget how exactly, but the probability of the next shot being real is high!"

"Bet one more time! I suggest betting on another shot, the three spent rounds are 'past probabilities,' which don't have much to do with this next shot, you should take advantage of the good luck and keep raising the other person's shot probability!"

"Tch, gamblers are truly terrifying."

The tumult from the crowd didn't affect those in the center.

Xue Jing played with the gun's safety, seeming to consider whether to continue shooting or not.

He stroked his chin: "Hmm... I just wanted to ask, Mr. Wei, you're going to die soon, how is the promised ten million going to be paid to me?"

"Can you transfer it in advance?"

The man surnamed Wei looked at him deeply, "I won't go back on my word."

Xue Jing smiled, but said nothing more.

He raised the revolver and fired the fourth shot at his head.

"Click—"

The cylinder rotated once more, still no bullet fired.

The crowd erupted.

"The fourth shot! Four shots and he's not hit!"

"He's invincible, that luck! I say, just bet on the fifth shot! Fifty-fifty odds?"

"It's not calculated like that, although there's indeed one empty and one real bullet left, it can't be calculated as 'one shot has it, one shot doesn't.' It should be calculated as 'the fifth of six shots,' and that probability is much larger than a half, I forget by how much."

"It's simple, the probability of the first shot not hitting is 5/6, the second shot is 4/5, and so on. Multiply the probability of each shot together to get the final probability, let me calculate (pulls out smartphone)..."

"The probability of the fifth shot still being empty is—one-sixth!"

"Sss—then the probability of the next shot being real is already over 80%..."