Spiritual Recovery: Be Invincible Starting From Delivering Food

When everyone saw Ye Xiaoshu coming back, they all made way.

Butterfly felt a little strange. The porcupine that went with him did not come back, but she was not worried at all. She just felt a little strange.

Butterfly changed his doubtful expression, chuckled and said to Ye Xiaoshu:

"Now that I'm scared, there's no turning back, so shoot now!"

The crowd also cheered:

"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!"

This is the bad taste of the dark streets. They just like to watch foreigners getting their heads shot.

This can give them an inexplicable sense of national superiority.

Ye Xiaoshu glanced at everyone, picked up the revolver and asked with a smile:

"Can you let me place a bet too?"

Butterfly nodded with a smile, pointed at the stacked cherry blossom coins and said:

"Whatever you want, how many shots do you want to take?"

Ye Xiaoshu took out a big gold brick from his arms and slapped it on the table.

"I'll bet on myself that I won't die with ten shots."

Everyone laughed and regarded him as a joke.

Shoot after each rotation and survive ten consecutive shots. This probability is very low and you don’t need to calculate it to know that it is outrageous.

Do you really want to risk your life here instead of using this luck to buy lottery tickets?

Was your brain struck by lightning?

Ye Xiaoshu ignored the ridicule of the group. He touched his thumb on the wheel and then swiped down hard.

"Whoosh whoosh-"

The wheel rotates rapidly and rubs against the revolver to produce sparks.

The audience immediately fell silent, waiting quietly for the moment when Ye Xiaoshu fired.

Ye Xiaoshu pressed his finger slightly and pulled the trigger.

"Click——"

The revolver stopped spinning, there was no gunshot, no headshot as they imagined.

Ye Xiaoshu smiled and put the revolver back on the table and said;

"It seemed like luck was on my side, I won the first game."

Butterfly shouted in disbelief:

"impossible!"

"You cheated!"

She quickly grabbed the revolver on the table and checked the bullets inside.

Five, intact.

The material of this pistol is forbidden spirit iron. No matter how powerful the warrior is, he cannot control the firing of bullets with spiritual energy.

But why did he...

With a probability of 1 in 6, is this kid really betting right?

Butterfly shook his head in shock and put the revolver back on the table.

She accepted it, but the gamblers present couldn't accept it. They were noisy at the table:

"It's fake, it must be fake!"

"This boy must be the one invited by your Aramoto family!"

"You cheated us out of our money, right? That's really cheap!"

Ye Xiaoshu glanced at them with a smile, then picked up the revolver and swung it hard.

"Click -" pull the trigger.

Repeat the action again.

"Click——"

Three shots were fired and nothing happened.

Everyone, including the butterfly, was stunned with their mouths wide open.

Once can be said to be good luck, twice can be said to be bad luck.

What about the third time.

Besides, everyone looked at Ye Xiaoshu's confident expression and guessed that he was cheating!

One of the unconvinced gamblers snatched the gun from Ye Xiaoshu's hand.

He firmly believed that this kid was definitely cheating.

After sliding the wheel, the gambler pulled the trigger toward his temple.

Just when everyone thought the gun was just like before, it just clicked.

But what greeted them was indeed the sound of a gunshot.

"boom!"

Skulls exploded, blood splattered.

Everyone's clothes were stained with blood and strange slurry, which looked very disgusting.

Instead of panicking, they were just annoyed that their money was wasted.

Everyone just wants to know whether this kid is cheating.

"I...I don't accept it!"

"There's something wrong with your gun, use my revolver!" A gambler stood up.

Ye Xiaoshu turned around and saw an old man with a broken arm.

He slammed his revolver on the table.

Others commented one after another:

"I am convinced by Old John's gun. There is absolutely no problem with his gun."

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

"His gun misfired every day, and sometimes he fired right after he loaded it. An unlucky man bought his gun before, and he heard a gunshot as soon as he put the gun away."

"And then?"

"The dick is gone."

"..."

The old man who came out with the gun was called John.

Although most of the things in the inner streets are good, they are expensive.

As for the old man's things, they are just a small number of deceptive things.

John's gun is indeed very powerful and can usually hurt very high-level warriors, but there is often a risk of misfiring.

With such a gun, this kid wouldn't be able to survive even if he had six lives.

However, the goddess of luck was on Ye Xiaoshu's side this time.

He picked up the revolver, ejected the original bullets from it, and stuffed the Forbidden Spirit Iron bullets in one by one.

The same repetitive action.

He held the revolver against his head, slid the wheel, and pulled the trigger.

No matter how many times you do this behavior, the outcome is the same.

What seems like 500% luck actually always results in the most favorable outcome compared to other people.

Unfortunately, this good fortune only lasted for an hour.

You can't always have someone unlucky enough to feed you black mints.

"Click."

"Click... click."

The sound of the hammer sounded again and again.

Ye Xiaoshu muttered in his mouth:

"Fifty percent off, four percent off, three percent off, two percent off."

"Yizhe, do you need me to fire the last shot?"

Ye Xiaoshu did not choose to fire the last shot, but smiled and watched their reactions to save them face.

If you really shoot ten shots, wouldn’t it be a zero-dollar purchase?

The gangster's face was obviously unhappy, and he turned off the safety on the gun while Ye Xiaoshu was not paying attention.

Although this bet was initiated by them, they also said that they would give Ye Xiaoshu a discount for every shot.

But this is a place outside the law, a dark street, and the Aramoto family has always had the final say.

The man in the dark street pointed his rifle at him and said coldly:

"Boy, sometimes it's not a good thing to be too pretentious."

"Consciously leave your belongings behind and we will let you go. Just pretend that what happened today never happened."

Ye Xiaoshu said disdainfully:

"What if I say no?"

The next moment, everyone pulled the bolt of their guns and pointed their guns at Ye Xiaoshu.

In my ears, the voice of the shadow guard came:

"Lord! How dare these people point their guns at you!"

"Let my subordinates cut them into pieces!"

Ye Xiaoshu said softly: "No need."

"You can't reveal your identity, just because these people can't beat me."

"But you're right, I do hate it when people point guns at me."

A gangster boy shouted loudly:

"What are you talking to yourself about?"

"I'm warning you, it's best to listen to them and hand over your valuables."

"Otherwise, my bullet shells won't have eyes..."

Before he could finish speaking, a heavy sword slashed across his neck.

The speed was so fast that no one could see Ye Xiaoshu’s movements clearly!

In less than a second, the gold-level warrior died under his sword!