Chapter 1859: Chapter 821: Third Round of Deadly Sales! (Part 2)

Everyone nodded.

“Such an outstanding woman, and when she calls Lin Baici the leader, there’s no reluctance. Haven’t you ever thought about the meaning behind this?”

Takeuchi Kurano was speechless.

What a bunch of fools.

“That Lin Baici is really handsome!”

“She must like him!”

“But he’s a real playboy!”

Everyone’s heated discussion, not to mention Takeuchi Kurano, even Nishimura Morihara felt a line of black lines across his forehead.

“That Lin Baici may be handsome, but that’s not the main reason!”

Nishimura Morihara explained, “It’s about strength and charisma, understand?”

Although the contact time was short, Nishimura Morihara could see it. The girl in the fisherman’s hat was rational yet crazy, a contradiction.

Such a person couldn’t possibly be moved by just good looks!

Lin Baici must have something that makes her admire, even worship him.

“As the master, under no circumstances, can you let that Lin Baici walk out alive!”

Nishimura Morihara had his own motives.

If Lin Baici doesn’t die, he could very likely take San Miyairi away.

Takeuchi Kurano shot a glance at Nishimura Morihara, “That Lin Baici, must die, but until we leave this Divine Ruins, restrain your attitude!”

Takeuchi Kurano found Lin Baici quite useful.

With this person, he saved himself a lot of trouble.

What a pity!

If only he could enslave San Miyairi, then use her to control that Lin Baici, and thus take over his team, wouldn’t that be exhilarating?

…

Pan Junjie, Takeuchi Kurano, and the egg tart man, none of them could sleep.

They prayed those clown salesmen wouldn’t come again, but obviously, there would be no such luck.

Outside, it started to rain.

The drizzling rain splattered against the window, then trickled down, leaving long streaks like the dark and winding trajectories of most people’s lives.

The streetlight, already dim, was pummeled by the rain, making it even dimmer.

Knock, knock! Knock, knock!

At 2:00 a.m., there was a knocking on the door.

The sound was not loud, but in this deathly still night, it was enough to startle anyone.

Pan Junjie quickly darted to the door, peering outside through the peephole.

“It’s not our room!”

“Judging by the direction of the sound, it seems to be Lord Lin’s?”

“Great!”

The man who said ‘great’ worried someone might report to Lin Baici, which would ruin him, so he hastily explained.

“I mean, if Lord Lin deals with those clowns first, he might be able to take them out, or at the very least find a way to avoid rule contamination!”

“Just hope Lord Lin answers the phone!”

“Shut up, everyone, don’t attract the clowns over here.”

Everyone tiptoed to the door to listen to the movements.

…

In the room, Xia Hongyao was already standing in front of the door.

She glanced back at Gu Qingqiu, who was getting up from the sofa, then turned the door handle and opened the door.

Outside, there were three clowns in green suits.

However, they all wore bulletproof vests over their bodies.

Each clown held a paper bag, with a picture of a beautiful woman in denim shorts, a tight vest, and a brown leather vest, with her flowing blonde hair covered by a cowboy hat.

In her hands, she held two revolvers.

“Gun sellers?”

Xia Hongyao thought the show “Prison Break” was quite good, and her deductive skills seemed to have improved just after watching it.

“We are sales representatives from the World Peace Company, and these are our company’s most classic and best-selling products, only two thousand US dollars each!”

The clown handed over a flyer.

Xia Hongyao was about to take the flyer, but Gu Qingqiu was a second faster.

“You’re selling arms, yet call yourselves the World Peace Company, don’t you find that ironic?”

Gu Qingqiu sneered.

Even though they knew this kind of topic was meaningless in the Divine Ruins, Gu Qingqiu couldn’t resist.

“When all the enemies are dead, the world will naturally be at peace!”

The clown introduced, “Our products are of high quality and fair price, and can make your enemies scream in pain and die thoroughly!”

“I’ll take two!”

Gu Qingqiu snapped her fingers.

Xia Hongyao immediately took out a stack of US dollars and tossed it to the clown, “No need for change, plenty for tips!”

“Thank you for your generosity!”

After speaking, the clown pocketed the dollars, then opened the paper bag, taking out an exquisitely packaged wooden box.

Opening the box, inside was lined with red velvet, holding a silver revolver, with a bullet beside it!

The clown opened the cylinder, loaded the bullet, then flicked it with his right hand!

Clack-clack!

The cylinder returned to place, spinning with a crisp sound.

When the cylinder stopped turning, the clown flicked his right hand upward, tossed the revolver into the air for a spin, then caught it by the barrel and handed it to Gu Qingqiu.

Gu Qingqiu raised an eyebrow, what’s going on?

Playing Russian roulette?

“I’ll do it!”

Xia Hongyao licked her lips and reached for the gun.

This revolver’s cylinder can hold a total of six bullets, which means the shooter faces a one in six chance of death.

“Wait!”

Gu Qingqiu grabbed Xia Hongyao’s hand.

[The person who shoots first only needs to play ‘Death Gambler’ once!]

[If the clown shoots first, it has to play three times!]

The clown, seeing this, did not continue to insist but tossed the revolver again, and after gripping the handle, aimed it at its own head.

“Wait, I’ll go first!”

Lin Baici, who had already come out of the bedroom, shouted to stop.

Hearing this, the clown handed out the revolver again.

“Little Bai, let me do it!”

Hua Yue Yu, who followed, immediately ran to the door.

She was quite scared, but she had to stand up!

Otherwise, how could she face following Little Bai in the future?

Besides, frankly speaking, Hua Yue Yu would rather die herself than see Lin Baici take a risk.

Kim Myungjin said nothing but moved faster than Hua Yue Yu.

When it comes to gambling with one’s life,

let me do it!

“Hey hey, why are you all in such a hurry?”

San Miyairi frowned: “First, listen to what Lord Lin says!”

But these two girls are really wholeheartedly devoted to Lin Baici.

Taking advantage of the distraction caused by the two girls, Gu Qingqiu intended to take over the revolver, but Xia Hongyao acted faster.

“Little Linzi, what do you think?”

Xia Hongyao pressed her index finger firmly on the trigger.

“Give me the gun!”

Lin Baici came over.

Xia Hongyao didn’t hand it over: “This kind of risky thing, let me do it!”

Pop!

Lin Baici flicked Xia Hongyao’s forehead: “Stop fighting!”

“No, your luck has always been terrible, you can’t play this kind of life-and-death game!”

Xia Hongyao refused and was ready to aim a shot at her temple.

Lin Baici grabbed Xia Hongyao’s wrist.

[Let her do it, your big melon won’t be in danger.]

Lin Baici heard this from Eater God, felt relieved, and let go of Xia Hongyao’s hand.

Xia Hongyao pulled the trigger.

Click!

The firing pin clicked softly, but no bullet was fired.

Hua Yue Yu and Li Yintong breathed a huge sigh of relief.

San Miyairi had already guessed when Lin Baici allowed Xia Hongyao to shoot that this would certainly be safe.

Indeed!

The clown stuffed US dollars into the pocket of its bulletproof vest, left the paper bag behind, closed the door, and left!

…

“They’ve arrived, they’ve arrived!”

“Quick, make the call!”

“Please, God Lin must pick up the phone!”

Pan Junjie and his group fervently prayed.

The clown came down the corridor, and even if they prayed and worshiped, the clown did not miss them but knocked on the door.

The same sales pitch, the same revolver.

The call got through.

Pan Junjie was overjoyed: “God Lin, how do we pass this polluting rule challenge?”

“Buy a gun, gamble with life, play a round of Russian roulette to pass!”

Lin Baici didn’t hide anything, and particularly stressed: “Remember, always shoot first!”

Pan Junjie had the speakerphone on and everyone heard it.

Lin Baici’s advice was timely and correct, but Pan Junjie’s team was just a temporary group, disunited, and no one wanted to take risks.

So they looked at each other, then everyone looked at Pan Junjie.

“The usual rule, rock-paper-scissors, best of three!”

The solution was quite good, and everyone was satisfied, but the problem was, the clown would not wait.

Just as they decided who the unlucky one would be, the clown put the gun to its temple and fired.

Bam!

The gunshot!

Blood and brain matter splattered as the clown fell head over heels onto the ground.