Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1079 - 1039: The Old Man’s Trickery

With that slap from the other guy, it was obvious nothing had happened.

Which also ant, out of these ten, one had already been cleared by him, so his own odds from here on out were going to get worse.

Originally he could be hitting a 1/10 chance, now it could only be 1/9. That made his face turn ashen in an instant.

He didn’t understand probability, couldn’t calculate what exactly the odds were, but he did know that at this very mont, his luck might be a bit worse than the other guy’s. Still, this fellow could be considered a tough one.

After Lin Yi finished slapping, he didn’t say a word, just walked straight over. Looking at the nine remaining bullets on the table, his throat couldn’t help bobbing up and down, and a bean-sized bead of sweat popped out on his forehead and dripped to the floor.

That alone was enough to show how nervous he was right now.

Of course, even at this level of tension, he didn’t forget to cast his gaze toward his own people.

He was wondering whether his guys would give him so kind of hint.

In his mind, once he looked over at his own side, they’d definitely give him an answer. Even a tiny blink would be enough to let him know if what he was about to face was danger or no danger.

So he placed his palm over one of the bags, lifted his head slightly, and used the corner of his eye to look at his friends.

Seeing this, those guys clearly let out a long breath of relief and, without even realizing it, gave a slight blink.

That instantly perked him up; the intense nerves he’d been feeling a mont ago suddenly eased.

In his view, their eyes were clearly telling him he could go ahead and smack it without worry; that hint of relaxation on their faces couldn’t be faked.

So he went for it cleanly. He knew whether he hit hard or not, the result was going to be the sa.

Therefore, after getting the warning from his side, he brought his palm down hard. There was another bang as the paper bag was smashed flat against the wooden table.

This ti, everyone couldn’t help letting out a long sigh of relief.

Looked like he really hadn’t hit the wrong one; looked like these guys hadn’t set him up.

He exhaled a long, turbid breath, and the heart that had been lodged in his throat slowly settled back down.

But no one noticed that among the people present, there was one man whose face had gone a frightening shade of dark.

That man was none other than the deputy general surnad Wu, who was standing there with his arms folded, getting them bandaged.

He’d seen everything that had happened just now, including the look in the eyes of the guy currently gambling against Lin Yi as he glanced over at their side. He’d seen that crystal clear.

Including the General’s little wink at him—he had also taken that in clearly.

But what he hadn’t expected was that this ti, after the guy slapped down, he didn’t hit the dagger—and this was a spot the old man had indicated.

What did that an? He couldn’t help but let his thoughts run wild.

Part of him wanted to give the other side an excuse, wanted to think he was overthinking it, but everything that was happening now was a slap in his face—one hell of a slap.

This was obviously sothing the old man had done on purpose. Just now, when it was his turn to slap, the old man had also told him there was nothing in that bag. And what happened? He slamd his palm down and got it skewered clean through. But now, with soone else, the exact sa wink from the old man, and when this guy slapped down, nothing happened. That alone was enough to prove a few things.

Of course, though his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, he didn’t explode. He just kept watching.

He wanted to see what would happen next, whether this old man was really doing what he suspected. If this guy kept dodging the dagger ti after ti under the old man’s hints, then that would an his own earlier turn had been one hundred percent the old man playing dirty.

As the man’s palm hit the table, Lin Yi didn’t hesitate at all. He lifted his hand and, with a bang, slapped it straight down onto the second paper bag.

That move was so fast almost no one had ti to react.

He just slamd his palm down in a daze, and that action scared the people around them stupid.

None of them had expected Lin Yi to be this decisive, not even leaving himself the ti to think or hesitate, just striking down in one go.

Was he really not afraid the dagger might be in this one?

Was he really not afraid that with this slap, the dagger might punch a hole straight through the back of his hand?

Of course, as they were thinking this, they couldn’t help but secretly marvel at the guy’s luck.

They had to admit, his luck was damn good. Two slaps in a row, and neither had hit the dagger—and this ti, he was only one bag away from it.

That’s right, the dagger was in the paper bag right next to him.

And yet again, Lin Yi didn’t hit it, effortlessly defusing the crisis.

Because of that, the face of the guy gambling against him looked even worse, and the beads of sweat on his forehead were growing thicker and thicker.

Fortunately, he still had his own people to help him. He took a deep breath, raised his hand, and set it on a paper bag. But when his gaze swept that way, he caught everyone’s faces full of anxiousness, and his heart gave a sudden lurch.

Especially when he saw that faint trace of worry in the General’s eyes—he beca certain this was where the dagger was.

His outstretched hand instantly shifted to another spot. Seeing the sowhat angry looks on everyone’s faces, he secretly let out a sigh of relief.

This ti, though, he didn’t slap down as decisively as the first ti. Instead, he slowly pressed downward.

Now he was truly scared. Even with everyone’s assurance that there was no dagger in this one, it would be a lie to say he wasn’t afraid.

That deep, instinctive fear left him without the courage to bring his palm down hard. Watching this, Lin Yi couldn’t help but let out a mocking smile.

[To be continued....]