Hepburn looked at Zhou Wenqiang in surprise: "It's you? This is such a coincidence!"

Compared to the panicked Gregory and his screenwriter friend, Zhou Wenqiang was like a stabilizing needle, which instantly calmed down Hepburn and felt an inexplicable sense of security.

Hepburn intuitively felt that this oriental gentleman was not afraid of mafia at all. Facing the heirs of the Kuslachi family, it was like facing an insignificant homeless man.

Moreover, since his appearance, his eyes remained on him, and he didn't even look at Abruzzo, the annoying fat man.

This made Hepburn both happy and shy. Hepburn knew why this was a peerless beauty like her who had been pursued by countless men.

Zhou Wenqiang gently grabbed Hepburn's outstretched right hand, felt the smoothness coming from under her silk gloves, and said to Abruzzo with the back of his head: "My friends shouldn't have a stupid guy like you at the party, so get out! Before I have not changed my mind, let you become tomorrow's headlines."

Everyone suddenly became quiet. Hepburn looked at the handsome Eastern "king" intoxication. His manly spirit and the gushing hormones made her heart beat faster than a hundred times in an instant.

Gregory and his screenwriter friend looked at Zhou Wenqiang in disbelief.

That's a mafia, how dare this oriental? Did he think this is still his oriental world?

Or relying on his wealth and status that is far away from the East and is almost useless in Apple City?

This young rich man in the East probably didn't know that an Arab royal family from the Middle East had offended a mafia family in Apple City, so his son soon received the 'good news' that he could inherit the inheritance...

"Huaxia Zhou, this doesn't seem to be your business, right? And it was Miss Hepburn, who I invited first."

Abruzzo resisted the urge to draw his gun.

Unscrupulous playboys like him are often the least indifferent to evil, but he is very afraid of his father. Thinking of his father's warning, he finally maintained a sense of rationality.

"It's a pity that Miss Hepburn is not interested in your movie."

Zhou Wenqiang looked at Hepburn, who was about to transform into his little fan, and smiled gracefully: "Miss Hepburn, if I guessed correctly, you wouldn't agree to cooperate with a pig, right?"

Gregory was startled and wanted to stop him, but it was too late. Hepburn was amused by Zhou Wenqiang and giggled: "Of course, that would be a very bad experience, and I don't like it."

"You heard it?"

Zhou Wenqiang finally turned his head and looked at Abruzzo: "Now, should we turn around and leave here, say hello to your father for me, or let me throw you out?"

"Huaxia Zhou, many people say you are a magical guy, and some people say you have terrifying power, but I just don't believe it! If these are true, then accept my challenge!"

Abruzzo gritted his teeth, pulled out a Colt M1873 from his body, pushed out the bullet wheel, poured out five bullets, and then pushed the bullet wheel back to the rebound compartment, and quickly turned it with his hand for several rounds.

"Do you dare to play a game between men?"

"Haha, do you want to play with this?"

Zhou Wenqiang looked at Abruzzo with a smile: "Are we the only two of us?"

"No, of course, I and my four subordinates are playing with you."

Abruzzo pointed to his four bodyguards and laughed wildly like a funny clown: "Don't blame me for being unfair enough. Although we have five of us, aren't there four of you in addition to Miss Hepburn?"

If Monroe, Gregory and his screenwriter friend, Zhou Wenqiang did have four people on his side. Although one missing, playing this kind of "Russian Death Roulette" is enough.

However, Abruzzo doesn't think Gregory and the Hollywood screenwriter who is as weak as a little chicken have the courage to play this kind of game. As for Monroe, if Zhou Wenqiang pushes all the women up, will he still have the face to compete with him for Hepburn?

Moreover, this kind of death game is exclusive to the brave, and even if the father knows it, he will not blame him.

"Dear, don't!"

"Zhou, it's unfair!"

Monroe and Hepburn almost stopped Zhou Wenqiang in unison.

Hepburn covered his little mouth in surprise. She didn't want Zhou Wenqiang to have any accidents because of her, but in her heart, she seemed to be vaguely looking forward to Zhou Wenqiang taking over the game of this brave.

Women in the world are actually the same. They neither want the man they like to be in any danger, nor do they want him to be a coward.

"I think it's fair."

Zhou Wenqiang laughed and said, "And I like to have more than one hit, so let's start with me? By the way, please give in and don't be hurt by bullets."

In the lighthouse country in the early 1950s, the courageous spirit of cowboys has not yet completely disappeared. In California, as long as absolute fairness is guaranteed, men can fight guns for love and career! Although such duels are prohibited in Apple City, they can play Russian death roulette in taverns and restaurants, but they will not be banned by the police.

Especially in the Fraunces Tavern Restaurant, this is even more traditional.

Zhou Wenqiang accepted the game in public, which means that the contract between the two parties was reached, regardless of life or death, and no one can obstruct the game before both parties agree to the termination of the game.

The waiter even helped to evacuate Monroe and Hepburn with some excitement, leaving them and two timid filmmakers to watch the death game safe enough.

Zhou Wenqiang picked up the coffee and took a sip, nodded and praised: "It's very good." At the same time, he picked up the Colt M1873, which had only one bullet left in the bullet compartment, and fired three shots at himself, "Bang bang bang bang"...

The bullet did not fire.

Monroe and Hepburn were so dark that they almost fainted. Is this how you played the Death Roulette?

"Haha, it seems that I'm lucky, so the remaining bullet belongs to you, right?"

Zhou Wenqiang picked up the gun and pointed it at the opponent of this round of game, an Abruzzo bodyguard: "You are very lucky. In front of the two beauties, I don't want to see a scene of brain splashing, so..."

'Bang!'

He shot the bodyguard on the right shoulder with a shot. Although he saw blood, he did not directly take his life.

It’s not that he showed mercy to the criminals, but that he didn’t want this wonderful encounter with Hepburn to involve several lives, which would be too disgraceful.

Abruzzo's bodyguard showed a grateful expression, covered his shoulders with his hands and bowed deeply, "Thank you for showing mercy."

"Haha, you should thank Miss Hepburn. OK, next one?"

The next three bodyguards, one temporarily gave up and would rather accept Abruzzo's punishment, and would never participate in the game. One grabbed the first shot, and he was very lucky. The bullet penetrated the skull and died on the spot.

Zhou Wenqiang could only express his helplessness about this, but his life was still aborted. It was just that this guy was seeking death by himself, and it had nothing to do with him.

Another bodyguard was hit by tremendous pressure after seeing his companion die. He was a patient with epilepsy...

"Then, now I'm the only one who's left with you."

Zhou Wenqiang looked at Abruzzo, who was sweating all over and chuckled: "Mr. Abruzzo, do you have no bullets? Or is it because you are afraid that you forget to continue the game?"

"Huaxia Zhou, I don't believe that you have such good luck every time!"

Abruzzo glared at Zhou Wenqiang fiercely and put a bullet into the bullet bay again.

Even at the risk of losing his honor, he must use that technique.

The poor Chinese will never know that they can cheat in the death roulette game!

......

The Russian death roulette was invented in Russia, but it was popular in the Lighthouse Country. Among those who play this kind of game, there are many passionate cowboys, but there are also many ambitious and life-threatening experts.

As long as it is a gambling tool, there is a possibility of cheating.

When Abruzzo turned the bolt, his little finger seemed to accidentally block the bolt that was rotating bolt, and then the bolt made a 'club' sound and entered the position.

"The third shot will shoot bullets. This time I just need to fire two shots first, and Huaxia Zhou will be dead, no matter how magical he is."

Abruzzo sneered secretly and pointed the gun at his forehead first.

"Zhou, I think you have to see the courage of the Kuslachi family, so let me come first this time."

Zhou Wenqiang looked at him with a smile and raised his hand and said, "Please feel free. But I want to remind you, you'd better not shoot continuously like me. The probability of shooting bullets in the first two shots is very high."

"Huaxia Zhou, do you look down on the Kuslaqi family? I want to let you know that not only do you dare to shoot continuously, but I can do the same!"

Abruzzo pointed the gun at his forehead with a proud look on his face. After firing twice in a row, he laughed wildly: "Haha, it seems that God is on my side this time! Zhou, it's your turn now."

Monroe, Hepburn and others changed their faces when they saw it. Abruzzo was obviously much luckier than his subordinates, and Zhou Wenqiang was in danger.

"Tsk tsk, Mr. Abruzzo's courage is really 'admirable'. But I'm wondering why you don't shoot one more time? If the third shot has not yet shot the bullet, you can point the gun directly at me."

Zhou Wenqiang chuckled: "Unless you already know in advance, the third shot will definitely shoot bullets?"

"Nonsense! Huaxia Zhou, are you afraid, right?"

"Haha, I'm afraid Mr. Abruzzo will be disappointed. I just want to tell you that since you have to shoot continuously, you should shoot three shots in a row to be exciting, just like I am now."

Zhou Wenqiang smiled and pointed his gun at his forehead: "Please help me count it."

Bullet time is frozen in the whole world.

Within 1.5 seconds, Zhou Wenqiang quickly opened the bullet cabin and directly replaced the bullet that should have been fired in the third shot to the last shot.

In fact, even if this kind of pistol bullet hits his head, it will be half of its power removed by the iron shirt. Coupled with the powerful defense power of the level 6 basic attributes, it will not endanger his life at all. In the least, the bullet will also be changed and fall out of his butt.

However, in front of beautiful women, this kind of ugly thing is absolutely impossible.

What's more, Abruzzo cheated first, and Zhou Wenqiang cheated with a clear conscience when using bullets.

After the bullet time effect passed, everyone saw Zhou Wenqiang fired three consecutive shots on his forehead.

Monroe was so nervous that she almost fainted on the spot. When she finally found that Zhou Wenqiang was safe and sound, the sexy goddess of Lighthouse Country shouted "Dear" frantically and plunged into Zhou Wenqiang's arms.

Hepburn stared at Zhou Wenqiang blankly, and in his clenched fists, several nails almost pierced into his flesh...

She shyly and delightedly found that she could never forget this brave "King of the East".

Like all female animals, worshiping the strong and the brave is Hepburn's innate instinct.

"This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Abruzzo was almost stunned on the spot. The bullet should have been shot in the third shot. Why did it go wrong?

Moreover, Zhou Wenqiang fired three shots in a row, but there was still no bullet. Now there is only the last shot left. This bullet should belong to him without any dispute.
To be continued...