"I don't think there's a rule here that only one shot can be fired at a time, right?"
"It's your turn now," Lin Yi said as he pushed the revolver to the opposite side.
".."
The tattooed man's expression was stiff, and his face was filled with fear.
There were a total of six bullets in the magazine. He had fired one just now, and Lin Yi had fired four. This meant that the last bullet must have been loaded!
As long as he shot at him, he would die.
Although it was just an ordinary revolver, for some monsters with extremely abnormal bodies, even if they fired at their temples at close range, they might not necessarily die.
However, it was obvious that the tattooed man was not one of these physical monsters.
As long as he fired this shot, he would definitely die.
In less than two seconds, the tattooed man was already drenched in sweat, and his crotch was wet.
"Peed? You have no eggs!"
