Chapter 1860: Chapter 822: The Big One Arrives, Another Casualty!

The room suddenly fell silent.

The sudden death of the clown left everyone stunned, followed by a deep sense of anxiety and tension because, based on past experience, the chances of the contamination disappearing on its own were extremely slim.

So, the clown salesman’s death didn’t mean the contamination was over; on the contrary, it meant this time it would be even more terrifying.

Another clown salesman walked over to his colleague’s corpse, bent over, picked up the revolver from its hand, wiped it with a handkerchief, reloaded a bullet, then handed it over to Pan Junjie’s group.

“It’s your turn!”

The clown salesman looked indifferent, but everyone knew that if their side didn’t agree, it would surely turn hostile in the next second.

“Wu Ze, you lost, go ahead!”

Pan Junjie urged.

Wu Ze was a twenty-eight-year-old young man who entered this circle because of his uncle.

He never thought of becoming Dragon Level, the world’s savior; he only sought wealth and prosperity.

Because this line of work made money fast!

Wu Ze’s hand reached out, trembling, but when he touched the revolver, it shrank back as if electrocuted.

“Hurry up!”

Pan Junjie’s patience was fading; he was worried that continuing to delay would make the clown salesman lose patience and affect everyone: “Wu Ze, bet and accept defeat!”

“Don’t be a coward!”

“Are you even a man?”

“Come on!”

Others were also urging him.

Wu Ze swallowed hard and took the revolver.

Although it was just a lump of iron, with the strength of a God Hunter, it shouldn’t feel heavy. But at this moment, Wu Ze’s right hand felt as if he was lifting a massive object, unable to reach his temple.

“Isn’t there any other way?”

Wu Ze forced a smile, looking at Pan Junjie.

“No!”

Pan Junjie’s expression was icy.

“Let that guy gamble with his life!”

Wu Ze looked at the hoodie guy who had already become a fool: “Since he’s already doomed, might as well make use of him!”

Pan Junjie couldn’t stand it anymore, grabbed Wu Ze’s hair, and pulled it down, making his face lift: “Shoot right now, or if you drag this any longer, I’ll kill you!”

Pan Junjie erupted, opting to be the villain; others also turned cold, staring at Wu Ze.

Wu Ze raised his hand, pointing the gun at his temple.

“Don’t even think about shooting the clown!”

Pan Junjie warned; whether or not this method would work, even if it did, he wouldn’t allow Wu Ze to do it.

First, play it safe.

If there’s no other way, then fight!

“Are you even a man?”

Everyone mocked.

Wu Ze, sweating profusely, knowing he couldn’t avoid it, gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.

Click!

The chamber spun, but no bullet was fired!

It was a blank shot!

Phew!

Wu Ze immediately let out a big sigh of relief, followed by overwhelming joy.

“I won the gamble!”

“Haha!”

“Damn, my luck is amazing!”

Wu Ze was elated, feeling smug.

I survived the rule contamination, I can live!

“Remember, all your lives were saved by me.”

Wu Ze emphasized, and after speaking, he threw the revolver to the clown salesman; if the opponent wasn’t so terrifying, he really wanted to curse, “Get lost!”

The clown caught the gun, lowered its left hand, and sliced the chamber.

Whir!

The chamber spun, and when it stopped, the clown handed the revolver back to Wu Ze.

“…”

Wu Ze was dumbfounded. What’s going on?

Why another round?

Everyone else also looked surprised, gasping.

Wu Ze immediately called Lin Baici to ask about the situation, but Pan Junjie had already called first.

The phone broadcasted Lin Baici’s voice.

“Once is enough!”

“You’re doing it a second time?”

“Didn’t I tell you to shoot first? If the clown salesman fires first, it’s three times!”

“Exemption method?”

“None, unless you try attacking that clown?”

Pan Junjie had the speaker on, Lin Baici’s voice was clear and magnetic, very pleasant to listen to, but at this moment, it sounded like ominous news to everyone.

“Damn it!”

“God Lin, if he doesn’t finish it and dies, will the clown force someone else to replace him?”

“What’s this clown’s fighting ability like?”

Everyone cursed and impatiently sought a solution.

Lin Baici was powerless!

“Stop looking and shoot quickly!”

Pan Junjie urged.

He was really frustrated now; why was he surrounded by a bunch of useless people?

If he were in Lin Baici’s room, this would have been easily cleared by now, sitting relaxed watching the scenery.

“But it’s supposed to be three times!”

Wu Ze was distressed.

He knew himself well; even if he were Luck Goddess’s husband, it would be impossible to win Russian roulette three times in a row, right?

How amazing would your luck have to be?

“Do you have a choice?”

Pan Junjie sneered.

Wu Ze’s face turned pale.

Indeed,

No choice!

Because the person the clown handed the gun to,

Was him!

Under the crowd’s urging, Wu Ze took the gun.

Just as he was about to point the gun at his head and pull the trigger, he suddenly raised his hand, aimed at the clown salesman.

Die!

Wu Ze pulled the trigger!

Bang!

The gun fired, smoke and sparks erupted.

A bullet hit the clown’s brow and pierced through.

Thud!

The clown fell to the ground.

Wu Ze was about to attack the third bulletproof vest-wearing clown, but Pan Junjie stepped in first, grabbing his collar.

“Are you fucking crazy?”

Killing the clown would surely trigger even more terrifying contamination.

“Let me go!”

Wu Ze roared, if there had been more bullets in the gun, he might have shot Pan Junjie.

Facing a second gamble with life, the odds of death were too high; might as well kill the clown and gamble everything!