"Senior brother, have I ever offended you before?" The junior brothe,r with the gun pointed at his head, spoke with a hint of crying in his voice, "I just ate snail noodles at your old spot a few times and used the pillow you used to sleep on as a seat cushion. Do you really need to put me in a lethal situation?"
Now the gun was pointed at his head. Even if Zhang Menglong lost the bet, it would only be his head that got blown apart. What kind of absurd statement was that?
The sound of the gunshot was heard by everyone just now, and everyone saw the shell that fell to the ground. And now you're betting with someone that there are no bullets in the magazine? Do you really think you're Yan Shuangying? Watched too many dramas, haven't you?
"Hahaha!" Gorik burst into laughter, "And here you are, the richest man in the world. I bet all your money wasn't even made by yourself but inherited from your family, right? How does such an idiot like you make money in business?"