Qingyi and Zhu Yuan watched the bandits with extreme caution.

Although the people across from them looked like a mixed bunch, those dozen-plus guns — and that massive black six-barreled heavy machine gun—were genuine military-grade firepower.

With no cover nearby, if the enemy fired a volley, they could actually end up getting hit.

Anby said calmly, "Their firepower is strong. I'll draw their attention first. Everyone strike together and take them down quickly."

Nicole lifted her case-integrated weapon, while Billy tightened his grip on his twin pistols, ready to subdue the enemy fast.

"You don't need to rush. I can handle this myself."

Sol stopped the others, who were itching to act.

Enemies with guns were his favorite type to deal with.

Qingyi, Zhu Yuan, Nicole, and the others hesitated before nodding, deciding to trust Sol.

"You sure can talk big. And just what are you going to use to deal with us?" The Hollow Raider leader sneered as soon as he heard Sol's words. "You just said you hate having someone point a gun at your head? Well, my machine gun is aimed right at your head now — what are you gonna do about it?"

As he spoke, he aimed the six-barreled heavy machine gun at Sol.

"I'll make sure you see your own brains."

Sol stared straight at the Hollow Raider leader, his voice cold and flat.

"Big talk when you're facing eighteen of us. You've got guts, I'll give you that," the Hollow Raider leader said with disdain. "Right now I'm the one pointing the gun at you—let's see how you plan to make me see my own brains."

He could clearly see Sol wasn't holding a weapon—both guns and blades hung at his waist.

Meanwhile, his own side had their bullets loaded, ready to fire at any moment.

No matter how he looked at it, the advantage was theirs.

"You're right, you're holding a gun. But before you fire… why don't you check if there are any bullets inside?"

Sol smiled calmly.

His teammates' expressions turned strange—the man's ammo belts were hanging right there on his arm, yet Sol was insisting his gun was empty. Was this just to mess with them and create an opening for a counterattack?

"Huh?"

The Hollow Raider leader glanced at the metal belts of bullets draped over his arm, puzzled.

Was something wrong with this guy's eyes? The bullets were dangling right in front of him, yet he still wanted him to check.

"How about this — let's make a bet. I bet your gun is empty." Sol rubbed two fingers together and, out of thin air, conjured a single denny. "Just one denny as the stake."

"You can try pulling the trigger. If you win, I'll give you the denny. If you lose, I take your life."

He tossed the coin, its silver arc flashing through the air.

[Concept Skill — God of Gambling has been activated!]

"I think you've lost your mind!" the Hollow Raider leader snapped. "Fine, I'll show you my gun does have bullets!"

He grinned viciously and pulled the trigger, already picturing Sol being torn to shreds by a storm of lead.

Click!

The empty click of the trigger froze his smile in place.

The six-barreled heavy machine gun stayed silent, resting uselessly in his hands.

The two rows of golden bullets hanging on his arm now looked more like ornaments.

"Huh? Jammed?"

He pulled the trigger several more times, but the weapon still didn't respond. "Damn it, that arms dealer sold me a lemon!"

He checked both the ammo belts and the feed chamber — everything looked fine.

For some unknown reason, though, the bullets simply wouldn't feed into the gun.

"I told you — your gun has no bullets." Sol smiled as if everything was going exactly as planned. "Looks like you won't be taking this denny after all."

Under his Concept Skill, if he said there were no bullets, then there were no bullets. Even if they appeared to be there — they weren't.

"Something's not right…"

A sudden chill struck the Hollow Raider leader as he saw Sol's confidence.

The arms dealer he bought from was a notorious smuggler who could even sell Defense Force mechs—no way he'd sell a defective gun.

Thinking back to how the bullets hadn't entered the chamber, the leader began to panic.

If the gun wouldn't fire just now, maybe it was this Sol's doing.

To cause a weapon to fail without a sound or movement — that was terrifying.

"Uh… did he bring a fake machine gun?" Zhu Yuan asked uncertainly.

"No. The gun's real. It must be that Sol used some kind of technique." Qingyi studied him thoughtfully.

With that confident look, he clearly wasn't counting on a lucky fluke.

"Senior, you figured something out?"

Zhu Yuan looked at Qingyi curiously.

"No… just a feeling," Qingyi replied evenly, shaking her head.

She couldn't make sense of what had just happened.

"Alright then…"

Zhu Yuan didn't press further and turned her attention back to the Hollow Raiders.

Cold sweat beaded on the Hollow Raider leader's forehead as he barked with false bravado, "Don't get cocky! I still have plenty of brothers here!"

He glanced at the seventeen submachine gun–wielding underlings beside him, regaining a bit of confidence.

Even without the heavy machine gun, they still had superior firepower.

Sol twirled the coin in his hand, eyes flat. "Then let's bet again — same stake, one denny. But this time, if you lose, all of you die."

The Hollow Raider leader's cold sweat deepened. "Cut the spooky crap! Boys, open fire and kill him!"

One faulty gun couldn't mean all guns would fail… right?

The Hollow Raider grunts aimed at Sol and pulled their triggers.

Click! Click!

One empty snap after another — not a single bullet fired.

The men panicked, glancing at their boss in confusion.

Their guns had worked fine during the test… so why not now?

"Boss, this guy's cursed or something—our guns won't work!" one of the Bangboo Boo-Nappers said, drenched in sweat and trembling.

"What the hell did you do!?" the Hollow Raider leader demanded, fear creeping into his voice.

Every weapon failing at once—it was enough to unnerve anyone.

"Nothing much. Like I said—there are no bullets in your guns." Sol tossed the coin high into the air and drew both guns in a flash. "And now… you've lost the bet, and it's time to pay up."

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Before Ebony & Ivory had even fully cleared his waist, they were already spitting fire.

In just two seconds, Ivory had spat out twenty-four bullets, each one finding a mark among sixteen Hollow Raider grunts.

They dropped to the ground dead before they could react.

Ebony fired twice, both rounds slamming into the Hollow Raider leader's head.

Even with helmet protection, his skull burst like a watermelon under the sniper-grade force of Ebony's rounds.

Of the eighteen armed thugs, only the lone Bangboo Boo-Napper remained, shaking in place.

Sol smoothly holstered both guns, catching the falling coin at his waist with his left hand.

After wiping it clean, he slipped it into his pocket.

He stepped up to the leader's headless corpse and murmured, "Didn't I say… I'd make sure you saw your own brains?"

Shame the corpse couldn't talk—otherwise, the Hollow Raider leader would surely agree.