Chapter 43 Provocative Sentiments with Skewed Pant Lines_1

In an instant, the surroundings fell deathly silent.

Bet six bullets!

The revolver for Russian roulette only had a capacity of six rounds. The difference between five bullets and six was a gaping chasm between life and death; one more bullet completely blocked any chance of survival.

Nobody bets on six bullets, unless they're insane!

Huo Ji couldn't comprehend it. She scrutinized Wang Ran closely, trying to understand why this handsome and composed Asian man was courting death. Was it because he was in debt, or was it due to a broken heart?

Or was his brain malfunctioning?

"You want to bet six?"

Huo Ji stared intently into Wang Ran's eyes. Her thick eyelashes quivered slightly, her tempting red lips parted, exhaling a scarcely perceptible, powdery scented breeze.

Wang Ran's lips curled upward.

He released the barrel of the gun and locked eyes with Huo Ji, replying with perfect Italian, "Yes, I bet six."

He tranquilly asked, "Can I skip the line now?"