This is Too Vicious!

Are they going to fight?

The opponent was the Orc Tribe. They were fierce and ferocious. How could they fight? None of them were part of the regular army. They could carry knives, but they had not killed many people. They could scare people, but if they really met a tiger, it was the tiger that scared them.

They were just a bunch of people who bullied the weak and feared the strong.

Inside the mountain hall, everyone looked at each other. They knew what it meant. This was it. As long as their leader gambled, they were let off. Sous had made it clear that they only wanted their leader.

Harold's expression was ugly. What she knew had been outrightly revealed by Sous. She was embarrassed.

"How about it, Harold? Let's make a bet. As long as you make a bet, I won't go back on my words. I'm not a bandit. I'm the personal servant of the Empress. I'm her trusted aide. Can't you believe what I'm saying? I'm not a bandit who goes back on his word. As long as you make a bet, I won't attack you. I'll retreat immediately."

Harold's face was unreadable. She was afraid to die. There was no doubt about that. Would she dare gamble?

"Beastmen, get ready!"

Seeing that Harold had not decided yet, Sous roared.

Sous stared at Harold. He had to take a gamble. One shot and he would die. Why are you so scared?

Yes, Sous thought she was a coward. She had such a good weapon. If she wanted to die, she could have raised her gun and shot herself, as a deterrent to them. But she didn't.

He had to die here. If he was lucky, there was no way he could survive. One shot was enough to blow his own head.

With that thought, Sous did not want to delay any further. He was afraid that Harold wouldn't dare make a move and escape.

"Okay, I promise, but you're the one who suggested it. You have to shoot first," Harold said with a dark expression. She didn't want to die here.

Sous remained silent. "Hmph, I was waiting for you to say that."

Harold was also decisive. Since she had agreed to it, then she would do it. She would dare to do it. This thing played with their minds, whether they were able to tolerate the pressure.

Harold opened the gates and came out.

Mercy was about to make a move when Sous hurriedly stopped him. 'Don't be anxious, my man. You can catch her after I die. You can do whatever you want after I die.' Sous was surprised to see this silly woman really come out. Was she really stupid or was she pretending?

"There's no rush yet. I'll gamble with her," Sous said with a smile.

"We don't have to do this, Mr. Sous."

Sous shook his head. 'You won't understand. Well, no one will either.'

He stepped forward.

Harold was waiting just five meters away from the entrance.

Sous walked confidently.

Harold frowned, seeing the look on Sous' face. For a moment she could not figure it out. He seemed to not be afraid that she could kill him. He was so convinced she'd keep her promise. She could've killed Sous with a single shot. Since Sous knew this game, he obviously knew how scary this thing could be. And if he did, how dare he swagger around showing off in front of her like that?

Little did she know that what Sous really wished for was for her to kill him instead.

Unfortunately, she did not dare to.

Three quick steps brought Sous to the leader. He smiled and said, "Shall we begin, then?"

Taking a deep breath, Harold was not as calm and composed as Sous. She could not understand what Sous meant either. Did he really know or was he pretending to know? Was he fearless because he did not know, or was he confident that he would not die?

"This is it then" Harold pried open the revolver for Sous to see. "There's only one bullet in there."

Then, she twirled the chambers around before closing.

Sous was frowning. A revolver could take six bullets. This just had one. Which meant he had a 5 out of 6 chance of not dying.

The probability of death was too low.

Sous was not satisfied. If Harold knew what he was thinking, she would probably die in a fit of anger.

"Five bullets," said Sous.

"Five? That works too… Hmm?" Harold was shocked. Then, she exclaimed, "Five!"

Harold looked extremely uncomfortable. She had never imagined that Sous would dare say such a thing. "What do you think this is, a bargain?"

"Yes. Five bullets."

"Lord Sous, do you know what you are saying?" Harold was so shocked that she did not know what to say. Is this person a fool? Five bullets meant one-sixth way out, you are courting death!

That's right. Sous was indeed seeking death.

He had no intention of returning alive. As for the others, they had no idea what the humans were talking about. All they saw was Harold's shocked expression. It was as though she was looking at a fool.

However, if the beastmen knew what they were talking about and heard what Sous had said, they themselves would probably be so surprised that their jaws would drop.

What was going on?

Usually, when everyone wanted to play, they would only use one bullet to liven things up. What they were looking for was excitement. Once they had enough, they could all happily return home.

At least, Harold, who heard what Sous said, was stunned.

"I'll fire the first shot. If I die, you won't have to go with them." Sous pointed to the Orcs behind him. If he died, whatever happened after that was none of his business. The Orcs weren't his people.

"If I'm not dead…" Sous chuckled. "You'll have to come with us. If you win, you can come back and continue to be the leader of the mountain. How about that? I'll fight to keep you alive?"

"Of course, you also know that if you don't gamble, you won't be able to escape. Do you think you can escape?"

"You're no fool. Do you really think that's all the men we have? They've already blocked your escape route. You're already besieged from all sides."

"Don't doubt me. You are just a bandit. These men are soldiers. Do you understand what I mean? The Orcs are killers. The Skalan Empire would not have nearly lost a few days ago. Do you think your people can beat the Skalan Tribe?"

What Sous said was the truth. He originally thought that there might be some danger, but seeing the setup now, he was speechless.

To put it nicely, these people were just a bunch of hooligans.

"Okay! I'll gamble." She knew what Sous meant.

"That's more like it," Sous said, finally smiling.

Sous' eyes were fixed on the way the leader had placed the bullet. Including the original one, this was the second bullet.

The third one.

The fourth one.

The fifth one.

She turned it.

And closed it.

Harold handed the gun over to Sous. "If you die, I hope you keep your word."

She did not think Sous would lie to her. She thought Sous was one of the Empress's people. It was a fact that the royal family meant well. There was no way they would lie to a nobody like her.

"Don't worry." Sous smiled brightly, a smile that was as bright as the sunlight.

Taking the pistol in his hand, he was deeply touched. But he had to do what he had to do.

He raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at his temple.

I'm really looking forward to it!