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Chapter 377 Even worse than a pig

The heavy bets every night of the gambling week are arranged randomly by the club, and those participating have no right to know the news in advance.

Su Mu and the other two changed their clothes, walked out of the locker room, and walked along a long corridor to the end.

The two bodyguards standing at the door immediately reached out and pushed open the heavy door.

The one that appeared in front of the three people was a rotunda with a diameter of fifty meters.

In the middle of the hall is a round platform with a diameter of ten meters and a half meter high.

There is a salon on the right, and there are already many people gathering together.

The masks and black robes on everyone were exactly the same.

Sofia and Diana carried Su Mu's arms all the way, fearing that they would not be able to find him after they let go.

Never make the wrong move. If you make the wrong move, it will cause unnecessary trouble.

And it's a big trouble.

After Su Mu came in, people came in one after another.

Finally, a man in a white robe and also wearing a mask walked in.

He walked directly to the middle table and spoke slowly:

"Good evening everyone, I'm the host of this bet tonight."

The man in white robe spoke in his original accent, and obviously he did not need to change his voice.

But his tone of speaking was a bit strange.

"According to the rules, the bets every night are randomly drawn. There are three bets tonight. Here is the first one, Russian roulette."

When Su Mu heard this, his brows frowned slightly.

Russian roulette?

I didn't expect that it would be such a bloody gambling right away.

The so-called Russian roulette is an extremely bloody gambling game.

Unlike other gambling methods, this kind of game is very simple.

There are only two types of props.

Rotary pistol, man.

The rules are also very simple, which is to put a bullet in the rotating pistol, then turn the rotating wheel regularly, and then close it. Participants take turns pointing the muzzle at their heads and shoot.

Those who are shot will naturally be losers.

The winner is the last one to live.

Loser loses his life.

After the man in white robe finished speaking, he raised his hand gently.

Soon, a light curtain hangs down in the middle, which details the rules of this gambling game tonight.

For thirty-three guests, each of them needs to bet at least 5 billion US dollars, and the top will not be capped.

The method of betting is also very simple. You can bet on two people participating in roulette, and whoever loses wins.

If you only talk about winning or losing, then the bet is to lose one.

However, there are many ways to play.

You can bet on which shots both sides will be shot and you can repeat the bets.

In order to prevent the bets from being too large, once this happens, the organizer will make up for the insufficient share.

Similarly, if those who have fewer bets win more, then the extra part will also belong to the club.

After everyone became familiar with the rules, the man in white waved his hand again.

Soon, three men in white robes walked up.

One of them held a tray in his hand, which contained a bullet and a golden rotary pistol.

Behind the other two men in white robes were two men in gray robes.

They are the gunmen who will participate in roulette tonight.

No one knows their identities, and no one cares about their identities.

This is the White Club, the secretly recruited gunmen.

If you are given a chance, half of the chance will die, and half of the chance you will get 100 million US dollars. How do you choose?

This is equivalent to dancing on the head of the King of Hell.

Hearing another click, No. 1 took the bye again.

He was excited now.

No. 2 started sifting all over his body.

After reminding the man in white twice, No. 2 finally gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.
Chapter completed!
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