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After seeing that neither of them spoke and stared at each other, Brandy nodded and turned the hand holding the toy revolver hard.

The pistol grunted a few times on the table, then slowly stopped, with the huge muzzle pointed in Dwight's direction.

Edgar breathed a sigh of relief and grinned wildly.

“Dwight, hold on.

"We won't lose, come on."

Although the people in the Beta Brotherhood were panicked, they still cheered him on.

Dwight's eyelashes trembled. He picked up the green toy revolver and raised his arm to signal the people behind him to quiet down.

"Edgar, I don't think you have the guts to play this game with me. I allow you to replace me with a younger brother."

Unexpectedly, Dwight was still playing psychological warfare with him at this time. Edgar grinned:

"Believe me, I won't miss the moment when you cum all over your mouth. It will make me feel very happy for the next few years."

Dwight raised his middle finger to him, then raised the thick muzzle of the revolver and put his mouth directly on the muzzle.

"Come on, it'll be okay."

"Tuck it in."

The Beta Brotherhood men came forward and tapped him on the shoulder.

His chest rose and fell sharply, he closed his eyes hard, and pulled the trigger with his index finger.

"Click."

There was a crisp sound, and Dwight's heart skipped a beat.

"yeah."

"Great, we're fine."

When the crowd of Beta Brotherhood saw that Dwight was okay, they cheered instantly and roared at Edgar:

"Come on, it's your turn."

Dwight slowly took the gun out of his mouth, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and put the toy revolver back on the table with trembling hands.

After he calmed down, he laughed loudly: "It's your turn, Edgar, fuck Fuck."

When Edgar saw that the bullet did not explode in Dwight's mouth, he was angry and a little panicked.

He gritted his teeth and slapped the table:

"bring it on."

"Well done, Edgar, put that damn gun in your mouth."

The man standing behind him in a light blue cultural shirt also clenched his fists and shouted.

It was Edgar who participated in the battle, but the outcome was related to the entire brotherhood, and everyone looked at him nervously.

Brandy picked up the toy pistol, re-rotated the cylinder, and handed the pistol over.

Edgar quickly took the pistol and bit the muzzle.

"ah..."

After roaring for a while, he pulled the trigger.

There was another crisp sound, and Edgar was also safe and sound.

He threw away his pistol in excitement, jumped up from his chair, and hugged the person behind him.

At this time, the people in the Beta Brotherhood became silent. Everyone looked at the table with fear, where a toy revolver lay quietly on it.

Dwight bit his cheek. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Brandy: "One more."

"What did you say?"

Brandi couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Dwight's breathing increased, sweat dripping from his hair: "I said, add another bullet."

"Shet, don't do this, the risk is too great."

The man with the afro quickly put his arm around his shoulders, trying to dissuade him.

People from the Beta Brotherhood also came forward to persuade him. Putting three capsule bullets into the six bullet slots would undoubtedly lead to death.

Dwight made up his mind, and said to Edgar with a sneer:

"This is a game of the brave. I propose to add one more, unless Edgar dares not."

Edgar was frightened by his fierce eyes, and then thought about it. In addition, it was Dwight who shot first, so he had the advantage.

So he also showed his white teeth and growled at Brandi:

"I agree, Ka."

Seeing the intensity of the competition increasing, everyone onlookers held their breath.

Brandi saw that both participants agreed, she shrugged, and took out a thick bullet from the box next to her.

She inserted the third bullet and turned the cylinder with a swish.

Brandi held the barrel of the gun and handed the handle to Dwight:

"bring it on."

Dwight glanced at Brandi, and then took the pistol. He looked at the black hole of the muzzle, sweating profusely.

"Snapped."

Brandi saw his hesitation and slapped him: "What are you hesitating about? Pull the damn trigger."

Dwight was slapped, his anger surged, and his adrenaline surged.

He held the handle of the gun tightly and put the muzzle into his mouth, but his arm was still shaking uncontrollably.

"Pull the trigger, don't hesitate."

The members of the Beta Brotherhood were also willing to go all out. The man with the afro standing next to Dwight was so excited that he crushed the beer can in his hand.

When Edgar saw Dwight like this, he kept slapping the table to put psychological pressure on him.

Brandy slapped her face twice in a row:

"This is what you asked for. Do you want to be a pussy?"

"Faq..."

"Ahhhh..."

Dwight bit the muzzle of the gun and roared, veins popped out on his forehead, and he pulled the trigger hard.

With a crisp sound, the people in the Beta Brotherhood instantly became excited, and Dwight almost collapsed to the ground.

Seeing that he had escaped danger again, Edgar's heart was beating faster than him.

Thinking of the three bullets contained in the bullet chamber, his legs trembled and his eyes wandered uncontrollably.

When he noticed Brandi picking up the pistol and starting to rotate the cylinder, his lips began to tremble.

"It'll be fine."

"believe in yourself."

Seeing him like this, the people from the Nerd Brotherhood stepped forward to encourage him.

Edgar kept comforting himself at this time, he did not believe that his luck would be worse than Dwight's.

He gritted his teeth and took the pistol. From a distance, Ethan could hear his breathing like a bellows.

Dwight also imitated what he did just now, pounding the table and roaring angrily:

"Shoot, shoot."

People from the Beta Brotherhood also shouted: "Shoot..."

Brandy also slapped Edgar hard at this time, causing his adrenaline to explode.

Edgar's head was dizzy from the noisy scene, his eyes blinked fiercely, and he pulled the trigger in panic.

"boom."

There was a muffled sound.

The scene suddenly fell into deathly silence.

Ethan reacted quickly, grabbing Bobby and retreating sharply.

After Edgar was stunned for a second, he made a sound of vomiting, and white sticky liquid instantly spurted out from his mouth and nose.

His whole body turned into a fountain, and the mucus was sprayed everywhere.

The fishy smell rose to the sky, and everyone around screamed, and their bodies were all covered in specks of blood.

Even the people from the Beta Brotherhood didn't care about celebrating and ran around. The scene seemed to have been attacked by some kind of biological attack.

Everyone is far away from the sky. Even Ray Winstone no longer looks like an old man in his sixties, jumping far away in an instant like a rabbit.

His agility amazed many young people.

He announced the result of the competition from a distance: "In the fourth round, Beta Brotherhood won."