Facing the dark muzzle, Chen Yang showed no hint of panic. With a composed expression, he said to Chen Qingqing, "I think for a man, honor is worth more than life itself!"
Chen Qingqing watched Chen Yang with a stern face for a long while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Little brother has got guts. I'm somewhat impressed. How about this, you gamble with me. If you win, you can take the money and leave. But if you lose, you leave your life here. What do you say?"
Casual conversation about taking another person's life, Zhu Yeqing was indeed ruthless.
Chen Yang nodded, "Alright, let's do it. I'm very keen!"
Chen Qingqing opened the cylinder of the revolver, took out five of the six bullets, and threw them to the ground, leaving only one bullet in the chamber.
She then said to Chen Yang, "Little brother, have you ever heard of Russian roulette?"
"Of course, it's a thrilling game. I'm honored to play with a beauty like you!" Chen Yang said with a wicked smile.
