Chapter 63
Another game... has begun.
"Four blanks! One live round!"
With the dealer's announcement, people surged once more toward the ticket booth on the left.
"No one has achieved three consecutive wins today, and there have been very few two-win streaks. Betting on the opposite side is a sure win!"
"All in!"
"Give me £100 worth of 'Top Hat' tickets!"
Eight banners fell again, and the opponent only bet 50 Su pounds. Since they couldn't secure the first move, it was impossible to bet more than the opponent. As long as the other side didn't mind the minimum stake, betting 50 was the most profitable choice.
Both the gamblers on stage and those in the audience shared this belief.
The well-loaded revolver was handed back to Xia'er, and from her vantage point, Aivina watched Xia'er's back, feeling a slight pang of admiration.
Xia'er had always accomplished things that ordinary people could hardly imagine, whether it was delivering intelligence, executing She Lun, or entering the glass room alone to play the deadly roulette. She seemed to embody a fearless spirit.
This unique quality of unwavering determination only heightened Aivina's regard for Xia'er.
Though her manner of speaking and acting was often blunt, Aivina found herself drawn to it.
How could someone with a solid plan and the resolve to follow through not be likable?
Aivina couldn't help but wonder what heights Xia'er might reach if she became an extraordinary being.
Click—
Click—
Click—
Xia'er's technique seemed increasingly adept as she quickly pulled the trigger three times, then, with the fourth trigger pulled halfway, aimed the gun at a man in a black top hat before her.
"Bang—"
A gunshot rang out, followed by a pool of blood.
The man in the top hat barely had time to react before his head was blown apart, his body collapsing backward, chair and all, onto the ground.
"Girl"—8100!!!
"Two consecutive wins! May I ask, 'Girl,' do you wish to continue?! Today's record is three consecutive wins!"
"Continue."
Xia'er spoke calmly.
Her composed words drew a chorus of curses from below. The crowd had all bet against the high odds on the opposite side, and some had already lost over £800, their eyes now bloodshot as they awaited the next chance to turn the tide.
"Damn it, I refuse to believe..."
Some people moved toward the stage, eyeing the £8,100 in chips, while others rushed to the left ticket booth, increasing their bets.
As long as this "Girl" could die, they could still turn things around! They could still make a profit!
The gambler's grand delusion— I can turn this around.
"Four blanks! One live round!"
They shouted, watching the girl above. They stared in disbelief as she raised her handgun again, only to turn it toward the "braided hair" in front of her.
Has she lost her nerve?
Has she finally lost the courage to shoot herself?!
This could be it, the chance to turn the tide!
Only one person had achieved three consecutive wins today; what were the odds of it happening again...
"Bang—!"
Flames erupted from the black muzzle, and a body, its neck shattered by a bullet, fell lifelessly to the ground.
"Miss, your £100..."
The masked woman selling tickets timidly handed a chip to Aivina, continuing, "Please give me the ticket... I'll return your chip..."
"No need," Aivina shook her head. "Buy everything."
"Three consecutive wins!"
The dealer excitedly announced, "Who would have thought! Today at the Deyton Manor, the deadly roulette would see a second three-win streak!"
"Next! Are there any challengers?!"
Many, upon hearing the fluctuating odds, rushed to the right, chips in hand.
But before they could reach, they saw a banner hanging next to the prize claim area: "Tickets Sold Out."
£10,000 worth of chips had sold out just like that?
"Damn it! I'm going to make you spit out all the money you swallowed!"
A furious bald man charged into the glass room!
"It's 'Bald Luke'!"
"I heard he spent a fortune on potions from the Redemption Society to enhance his bone density. He might actually withstand a shot!"
"Let’s go! That girl can't possibly win again!"
The ticket booth on the left was once again filled with gamblers, and as they continued to buy, the odds gradually settled to an average.
0.50:0.50.
If Xia'er could win this round, Aivina could directly siphon off the opponent's money, pocketing a cool £5,000!
At that moment, the stage was set once more.
The girl calmly spun the revolver in her hand, while the area where the bald man sat was already a bloody mess.
Three bodies lay at his feet.
"Girl"—8150!!!
"Bald"—50!!!
"Let’s begin."
The bald man’s gaze was sharp as he focused on the girl before him.
The £8,200 in chips was his for the taking...
No one can carry their luck to the end.
Click—
Like a countdown to death, the girl aimed the gun at herself and pulled the trigger, the crisp sound echoing.
Chapter Sixty-Four: "Gambler" "Cultist" Xia'er.
"I sincerely apologize, everyone. It seems there's a little situation that needs urgent attention—"
The dealer raised his hands, palms up, as the blood-stained glass wall slowly lifted, revealing a pile of bodies rolling down the steps, a torrent of blood flowing down like a released floodgate.
"An unprecedented new record at Deyton Manor in Berun City: eighteen consecutive wins! Are there any brave souls willing to challenge further?"
With a swift motion, the dealer waved his hand, and four bloodied banners descended from all sides.
"Girl"—8900!!!
A severed head rolled to the feet of a gambler, who staggered back two steps, glancing at the calm-faced girl who had slaughtered eighteen people, his heart trembling.
£8,900 in chips was indeed tempting, but... his life was more important...
The fervor of the gamblers had been doused by the blood flowing down from the stage.
She must be cheating... but how is she doing it?!
No extraordinary abilities! No sealed items! How is she pulling this off?!
As the gamblers below fell into a stunned silence, two dealers wearing green chip masks hurried up the stairs.
Tap tap tap—
They stopped outside a room at the end of the third-floor corridor. One stepped forward and knocked on the door.
Inside an opulent study, a woman wearing a black chip mask and an exquisite gown stood at her desk.
Before her lay a chessboard made of two wooden panels, with black and white pieces arranged on it. She picked up two dice with her gloved right hand, tossed them, and began moving the pieces on the board.
Then she walked to the other side, rolled the dice again, and, seeing the two twos, fell into deep thought.
Tap tap tap—
A knock interrupted her contemplation, and she glanced toward the door with displeasure, saying, "Come in."
She watched as the two dealers hurried in, tossing the dice into the air and catching them, then asked, "What’s the matter?"
"Administrator, someone has achieved seventeen consecutive wins on the deadly roulette!"
"They were just in the midst of the eighteenth round! They’ve likely broken the record now!"
"Oh?"
The woman paused her dice-throwing, intrigued, and asked, "Which 'gambler' is it?"
Only "gamblers" typically participated in the deadly roulette; second-tier "Harbingers of Doom" often ended up dead.
By the time one reached the third-tier "Chosen Ones," participating in a gamble was pointless. Especially in a deadly roulette, a "Chosen One" standing still would be immune to the opponent's bullets, even if they had a guaranteed hit, the gun could still misfire.
"It's not a gambler; it's a newcomer," the dealer explained in one breath. "Three different dealers have gone up, and none have detected any extraordinary abilities, no sealed items, and no signs of cheating!"
"A newcomer?"
The woman in the black chip mask tossed the dice back onto the table and asked, "Who recommended her?"
"Miss Russell and her bodyguard, along with Adele from the Redemption Society."
The dealer relayed all the information to the woman.
Hearing those names, the woman's face behind the mask flickered with surprise.
How did those two end up together?
This could make things easier.
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