CHAPTER 882: CHAPTER 882

Zhang Baichuan was truly scared now, realizing they weren’t just teasing Zhang Yang and the others; he and his son were the ones actually being toyed with.

Zhang Tiande also kept begging for mercy; this game really couldn’t continue anymore.

What a joke, Zhang Yang knew his moves like the back of his hand. If the game went on to the fifth shot, it would undoubtedly land on Zhang Baichuan’s head.

However, Wang Xiajuan didn’t listen to such nonsense; in her eyes, Zhang Tiande and Zhang Baichuan’s lives were worth nothing.

Not to mention, this father and son duo were no longer useful. To abandon her gaming principles for two useless people would be laughable if word got out later.

"In my game rules, there’s only one situation where the game can be terminated, and that’s when a game character dies. If you two are willing to die now, this game can end."

"So, have you two thought about whether one or both of you will die?"

Hearing Wang Xiajuan say this, Zhang Baichuan was scared out of his wits, "Dad, I don’t want to die. Please save me. I really don’t want to die. Why don’t you quickly shoot Zhang Yang?"

This sentence reminded Zhang Tiande.

But Wang Xiajuan reminded him: "Those who break the rules must also die."

However, Wang Xiajuan merely stated a rule-breaking consequence but did not stop Zhang Tiande from doing so.

This gave Zhang Baichuan a chance, perhaps driven by a strong will to survive, his mind became exceptionally agile.

"Dad, as long as you kill Zhang Yang, I can survive."

"This way, Zhang Yang dies too, killing two birds with one stone."

Zhang Tiande looked at his son in disbelief, "Zhang Yang would die, but I would die too."

"Dad, don’t worry, I’ll burn paper offerings for you every year from now on," Zhang Baichuan said hurriedly.

This made Zhang Tiande quite angry, "You ungrateful child."

Zhang Baichuan cried out, "Dad, there’s no other way now. It’s come to this point, and we can’t both die, can we?"

Zhang Tiande stopped speaking because there was another possibility: Zhang Baichuan dying and him surviving.

Not hearing Zhang Tiande’s response, Zhang Baichuan realized this too.

"Dad, I’m begging you; I’m still young. If I die, Zhang Yang will be the happiest. We can’t let Zhang Yang have the last laugh, can we?"

No matter what Zhang Baichuan said, Zhang Tiande didn’t respond.

At this point, Zhang Baichuan panicked, thinking Zhang Tiande had completely given up on him.

Then Wang Xiajuan spoke again, "The game continues."

This was the final round; Wang Xiajuan also wanted to see what choice Zhang Tiande would make, as the most interesting part of this game was the manipulation of human nature.

Family affection, romantic love, friendship; these things were worthless in Wang Xiajuan’s eyes. No one could withstand the test.

Of course, even if there was a result, it would be tragic.

But at this moment, Zhang Tiande was surprisingly calm, which made Wang Xiajuan somewhat intrigued.

Zhang Tiande pointed at Zhang Yang and asked, "Shoot or not?"

At that moment, Chen Yun, Xia Xue, and the others were very tense; they didn’t know if Zhang Tiande would continue following the game’s rules.

They were sweating for Zhang Yang. If anything happened to him, what would they do?

"Don’t shoot!" Zhang Yang answered cleanly and efficiently, as if he had eyes on his back.

Then Zhang Tiande’s hand didn’t move away; he upheld the handgun and continued pointing at Zhang Yang.

"Shoot or not?"

This move already broke the rules, but Wang Xiajuan didn’t say anything, wanting to see if Zhang Yang would notice this time.

To everyone’s surprise, Zhang Yang directly pointed it out.

"Pointing continuously at one person in a single round, this already breaks the rules. Sister Juan, is this your code of conduct?"

Wang Xiajuan was very surprised; Zhang Yang knew everything, as if he could actually see.

Zhang Tiande gritted his teeth, saying: "You really can see."

"Then you go die."

Zhang Tiande seemed to make up his mind, aiming to shoot Zhang Yang.

Wang Xiajuan didn’t stop him, wanting to see how Zhang Yang would handle it.

However, unexpectedly, Zhang Yang didn’t dodge or avoid, even when hearing the sound of gunfire, he stood straight there.

The sound of the gun also meant that the one bullet inside was fired.

Before Zhang Yang could do anything, Zhang Baichuan screamed and collapsed to the ground, starting to struggle incessantly.

"Help, help, I’m dying, please save me..."

Zhang Tiande was speechless; he fired the shot at Zhang Yang, this son of his was really disappointing.

Even Zhang Yang didn’t expect Zhang Tiande to actually give up his own life for his son.

At this point, everyone took off their blindfolds, and before Chen Yun and others could adjust to the light, they heard Zhang Tiande shout: "Why aren’t you dead?"

Everyone looked at Zhang Yang, with Chen Yun, Xia Xue, and Liu Xuan encircling Zhang Liang to check if Zhang Yang was alright.

Head to toe, he didn’t seem to show signs of being hit by a bullet.

Then they saw Zhang Baichuan still rolling on the ground; this guy was truly scared out of his wits.

Yet, looking at his lively appearance, he shouldn’t have been shot either.

Zhang Yang leisurely removed his blindfold and calmly said: "It was just a blank, without a bullet; it’s only a ’bang’ sound, of course I wouldn’t die."

Zhang Tiande was dumbfounded; it turned out everything was fake, even the only bullet was a blank.

Zhang Yang seemed to know from the start, only his father and son were embarrassed here.

For a moment, Zhang Tiande’s face alternated between red and green, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into; they had truly lost face just now.

Meanwhile, Zhang Baichuan also stopped struggling, and seemed to hear these words.

Yet lying on the ground, he didn’t even have the courage to take off his blindfold.

His crotch was still wet, emitting an unpleasant odor.

At this time, Zhang Baichuan actually wished one of those shots really hit him, dying wouldn’t feel this shameful.

Wang Xiajuan applauded, looking at Zhang Yang with great admiration and said, "How did you know this bullet was blank, and how did you just determine the direction the gun was pointing?"

Zhang Yang smiled at Wang Xiajuan, "Want to know why? Beg me and I’ll tell you."

Wang Xiajuan’s face darkened, then pointed her gun at Zhang Yang.

"This one isn’t a blank, want to try it?"

"Or let’s play another round with this gun in my hand, let me see if you really have eyes on the back of your head."