"Senior brother, have I ever offended you before?" The junior brothe,r with the gun pointed at his head, spoke with a hint of crying in his voice, "I just ate snail noodles at your old spot a few tis and used the pillow you used to sleep on as a seat cushion. Do you really need to put
in a lethal situation?"
Now the gun was pointed at his head. Even if Zhang nglong lost the bet, it would only be his head that got blown apart. What kind of absurd statent was that?
The sound of the gunshot was heard by everyone just now, and everyone saw the shell that fell to the ground. And now you're betting with soone that there are no bullets in the magazine? Do you really think you're Yan Shuangying? Watched too many dramas, haven't you?
"Hahaha!" Gorik burst into laughter, "And here you are, the richest man in the world. I bet all your money wasn't even made by yourself but inherited from your family, right? How does such an idiot like you make money in business?"
"How do you know all my money ca from my family?"
Gorik: "..."
"So, what do you say? Are you betting or not?" Zhang nglong continued. "If you win, you want 100 billion US dollars, right? I'll deliver it to you with both hands."
"Hey senior brother! If you lose the bet, I get killed!" Zhang nglong's junior brother cried out.
"Shut up!" Zhang nglong glared at him, "If I lose the bet, I'll give your family 100 billion US dollars for the funeral expenses!"
Zhang nglong's junior brother fell into deep thought, considering whether 100 billion US dollars were a significant stake for Zhang nglong. If it was indeed a large stake, it ant Zhang nglong was fully aware of his risks, for he could not afford such a huge loss.
But if the stake was small for Zhang nglong, that wasn't necessarily the case, and it was possible that Zhang nglong didn't care about the chips at all!
After much thought, 100 billion US dollars was not a big stake for Zhang nglong! For ordinary people, it was a fortune that could not be counted in a lifeti, but for Zhang nglong, just ssing around in the capital market could earn him ten tis, a hundred tis, or even hundreds of tis that amount.
Do you think such an amount of money could pressure him?
No way!
Realizing this, the Mask of Pain on his face even upgraded to
13.
"But if you lose," Zhang nglong revealed a sleazy expression, "you'll perform a two 's' squat in stockings and a mini skirt on the boat."
Gorik had no idea what an 's' squat ant, but he was certain that Zhang nglong was undoubtedly going to lose! When he ca, the gun was loaded with bullets, and now it had only fired one bullet, so how could it be empty?
"Then you're definitely going to lose!"
Gorik, notorious as a ruthless pirate, hesitated not at all, a single life ant nothing to him; he smirked and pulled the trigger.
Having been a pirate for so many years, he had dealt with many stubborn individuals. Even those with great courage lost their bold speeches at the sound of a gunshot and the sight of blood. Now, in peaceti, there was no longer such a spirit of sacrifice and fearlessness.
"Click!"
The trigger was pulled, but the chamber only made the sound of the firing pin.
Gorik was taken aback, then repeatedly pulled the trigger several more tis, but the gun still didn't fire any bullets.
"This is impossible!" Gorik drew the gun's chamber and, just as Zhang nglong had said, there were no bullets in it.
"This is preposterous!" Gorik was both shocked and suspicious. It was his own personal gun, and he had loaded each bullet himself. How could there be no bullets?
Zhang nglong's junior brother was so frightened that his legs had gone weak, and at that mont he collapsed to the ground as if his body had been hollowed out.
Girls who had covered their eyes also dared to take their hands away then.
"Mr. Gorik, you've lost!"
"Captain, this guy is a bit spooky," one of Gorik's subordinates warned.
"I don't care if he's spooky or not!" Gorik snatched a gun from his subordinate, pulled out its chamber, confird that the bullets were properly loaded, and reinserted it into the gun.
"What about this ti?" This ti Gorik aid the gun at Zhang nglong's head, "Do you still think my gun has no bullets?"
"Why don't you just try it and see?" Zhang nglong shrugged.
"You've got guts, Huaxia kid!" Gorik swung his gun around, aiming at Zhang nglong's legs. After all, he needed Zhang nglong for a ransom and couldn't actually kill him.
"Click!" But, as expected, there was an unexpected malfunction again, and the bullet didn't fire!
"Mr. Gorik, are these your bullets?" Zhang nglong stretched out his hand and opened it. Bullets clattered and fell out from the center of his palm.
"This...this is impossible!" Gorik couldn't help but step back two steps. There must be so supernatural force at play!
Gorik once again pulled a gun from one of his n and casually pressed the trigger.
"Bang!" This ti the gun fired, and a bullet went straight through a pirate's chest.
"This... this... fuck!" Gorik looked helplessly at his subordinate's face of grievance.
How co bullets won't fire at Zhang nglong, but fire just fine at his own n? Did the gun grow eyes?
"Mr. Gorik, I know you're upset about losing a bet, but there's no need to take it out on your own people. We're all brothers who've shared life and death with you; doing this will chill their hearts!"
The death of his man didn't emotionally affect Gorik much. Pirates risked their lives for money anyway. If they were afraid of dying, they wouldn't be pirates. People ca and went on the ship; frankly, he couldn't even rember the na of the man he had just killed.
But Zhang nglong's eerie abilities did chill Gorik's courage. They say the East is a land of mystery; could this be so mysterious power from the East?
"Retreat!" After a mont's thought, Gorik actually made the decision to retreat!
"Hey! Don't go!"
"Weren't you here to rob us? You're leaving after just fifteen minutes? Don't you have any professional ethics? Don't you know you should finish what you started?"
"Hey, hey, hey, don't just dump guns and ammo haphazardly. You know about recycling, right? Which category does that gun fall into?"
...
As the boss ordered the retreat, the pirates didn't know why, but a palpable fear took hold—no wonder the people on this ship were all so calm. They hadn't boarded a ghost ship, had they? Surely, not all of them were specters?
What was an orderly retreat abruptly turned chaotic when one of the pirates panicked and accidentally fired his gun when it fell to the ground.
They trampled over each other; so even accidentally fell overboard. So had firearms discharge accidentally, hitting their own people.
"What's going on?" Feeling that danger was now far away, everyone grew more daring.
Seeing the pirates in a panic and discarding their helts and armor, Zhuge Liang would have been proud as when he implented the Empty Fort Strategy to scare away thousands of troops with re bluffs, right?
But they never figured it out—Zhang nglong hadn't even touched those pirates; how could he mysteriously disarm them?
"A bunch of cowards; such small courage and still calling yourselves pirates, truly a disgrace to the profession!" Zhang nglong hadn't even had his fill of fun, and these pirates had already run off.
"How was that, exciting, right?" Zhang nglong asked with a smile.
"It was quite thrilling," everyone said, "but isn't it a bit over the top?"
"This is real piracy, bro!"
"Honestly, isn't this more thrilling than an escape room?"
"Hey, that reminds !" Zhang nglong suddenly had an idea, "What do you think about us hiring a bunch of real pirates for a large-scale imrsive escape ga event?"
Zhang nglong turned to his companions and said, "Quick, I'll give you half an hour. Catch them all for . We can't let such professional NPCs get away!"
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