Chapter 92

But unfortunately, to Cole's ears, this was a blatant provocation. He couldn't understand why this guy wasn't even afraid of a gun—this was the real deal!

Does everyone think the gun in my hand is a toy?

Cole pointed the gun at Max, who immediately recoiled two steps in fear.

"Boss Cole, don't accidentally fire!"

Cole then aimed the gun at John, who immediately dropped to his knees with his hands over his head, "I can't breathe!"

Cole pointed at Sonya, who immediately raised her hands, "I'm fragile, don't hurt me!"

He pointed at Allison, who, despite her nervousness, managed to sneer, "This police gun was bought with our money!"

But when he aimed at Randy, the gun seemed to lose its effect.

"Is this how you treat your people?"

Randy's expression was already displeased.

Cole's anger was ignited by Randy's calm demeanor, and he immediately flipped off the gun's safety, "What does it matter to you?"

"Seems like you all are having a good time?"

Bee, holding a bottle of red wine, arrived late.

"Do you need more time to chat?"

She glared at Cole with a serious expression, "Aren't you going to put away that gun?"

Unlike the other members, Bee's position was irreplaceable, even more important than Cole's. So, Cole had no choice but to reluctantly put the gun away, though his gaze remained fixed and hostile towards Randy.

"Alright, since you don't seem to get along, finish up the drinks and get out of here quickly!"

Bee placed the bottle of red wine in the center of the table.

"Yes, Bee is right."

"Yeah, John managed to steal those beers with a lot of effort."

"Steal? These are the government benefits for us Black people, okay?"

The others quickly tried to ease the tension.

Cole sneered:

"Fine, we need to pick a sacrificial victim soon! I hope that unlucky bastard doesn't cross my path again."

He placed the bottle of red wine on the floor.

"Just drinking is boring. Let's play a game, like Truth or Dare, just like before."

Without waiting for anyone's reaction, he immediately spun the bottle.

When the bottle pointed to Cole himself, he quickly reached out to stop it, as if performing a self-entertaining act.

"I choose Truth. Let's talk about women."

He fixed his gaze on Randy.

"Before I went to prison, I had many girlfriends, the majority of whom were Asian. They loved clinging to me, even when I beat them or burned them with cigarette butts, they just wouldn't leave! Even while I was in prison, I still had quite a few girlfriends waiting for me. I felt like an Asian emperor, like a farm owner with a countless number of dogs!"

He extended his hand as if counting on his fingers.

"Sorry, I see you're so young; maybe your ancestors were also my dogs?"

His words made everyone present feel particularly repressed. Even Sonya, who was of the same Asian ethnicity, had a dark expression, as she too had been insulted.

Cole knew what men wanted most: money, power, and women. He believed that while he might be lacking in money, his racial superiority made his experiences with women sufficient to crush Randy's confidence.

Unfortunately, Randy remained expressionless, like a statue, with no sign of change.

"Second round starts."

Cole spun the bottle again, and when it pointed to Randy, he immediately stopped it.

"Truth or Dare?"

"Stop!"

Bee interrupted, "Is this necessary, Cole? Are you the game's referee now?"

"This isn't a coward's game; once chosen, you have to proceed without any retreat. Isn't that right, squinty eyes?"

"That's too much!"

Sonya, with squinty eyes, protested, but seeing Cole's murderous glare, she quickly shut her mouth.

"Then let's go with Truth."

Randy didn't think words could shatter his resolve. Showing off how many women he had? This...

If Cole had boasted about recruiting hundreds of followers within a few days of prison, Randy might have been unable to control his jealousy and would have killed him on the spot.

"Tell me, rookie, how awkward was your first time, or say that no woman has ever been to bed with you until now. Loudly tell everyone that you're still a virgin."

Cole said, with an evil grin.

He expected it to be embarrassing or for others to join in mocking, but when he turned to look.

Max had already lowered his head in shame, John was excitedly waving his hands, almost eager to answer, Allison was staring at Randy with a burning desire, licking her lips repeatedly, and Sonya was continuously making flirtatious gestures.

These damned guys?

Just because he's handsome, he can do whatever he wants?

Cole was completely disappointed with his subordinates.

Looking at Bee, she was almost leaning against Randy, whispering into his ear, "Do you want to give Randy a little more time? Let's discuss it next door and then answer?"

"Not in a hurry. I'm also quite interested in this game."

Randy pushed Bee's face away and then took the bottle of red wine.

"As you wish, I'm a boy who hasn't tasted the pleasures of women."

"That's no big deal, right? Haha."

Max awkwardly helped explain.

Allison was even more flirtatious: "If you want, you can not be one tomorrow."

"Shut up!"

Cole's eyes turned red with anger, not understanding how his subordinates had turned against him, each elbowing outwards.

Randy's ominous gaze was fixed on him.

"Looks like my turn."

The bottle of wine spun wildly and finally came to a stop in front of Cole.

"Truth or..."

"Dare!"

Cole pulled out the gun, cocking it, and pointed it at Randy's head.

"Come on, Dare. I want to see what you're prepared to do. Don't play some harmless game like a woman!"

"There's no way out."

Randy, with a face devoid of smiles, looked at the first person next to Cole, "Max, find an ashtray on the table and smash his head with it!"

Max hesitated, "It seems there's no ashtray on the table. Wait! Are you sure you want to play this big?"

"Does he dare?"

Cole was also enraged: "Do you believe I'll kill you right now?"

"Max, don't pause the game. If there's no ashtray, find something else, like a golf club. That thing also feels great when hitting someone's head."

Cole was still struggling, but no matter how hard he tried, he found his body was completely immobile.

"What did you do? You damned Asian witch!"

His expression then turned to one of terror.

But Randy ignored him, continuing to look at Max: "Did you hear that?"

Then his gaze shifted to the other members.

"Truly a lost cause, thinking of playing a cult game? Play golf cult instead."

After saying this, Randy got up, walked to a corner, grabbed a golf club, weighed it in his hand, estimated the strength, and aimed at Cole's head.

"Hey, what are you going to do? Stop him quickly, he's a devil!"

"Whoosh!"

"Bang!"

The force was just right. A large dent was made in the back of Cole's head, but it didn't explode immediately. Instead, blood gushed out, spraying on those around.

Death is like a tiger.

The pungent smell of blood and the visual shock of a fellow's corpse triggered a primal fear. Normally, when faced with such a scene, a person's brain would go blank, and once they came to, they would scream to vent their fear.

But Randy didn't give them time to process their fear.

"The game isn't over yet. Truth or Dare, I'll take Cole's turn."

Randy sat cross-legged on the floor, extending his hand to spin the bottle of wine.

The rapidly spinning bottle soon stopped, pointing at Max, who had been thoroughly scared.

"Truth or Dare?"

Seeing his terrified expression, Randy started counting down, while picking up the golf club again: "Three, two..."

Just before he finished counting, Bee quickly interrupted, "Choose Truth. I'll choose Truth for him!"

Bee's voice was trembling as she spoke.

"You can help others, but if you choose to help, you can only play Dare."

Randy stood up and lifted Bee's chin.

"I was a bit too excited while killing. Now, please help me vent my frustration."