When everyone heard the words 'death,' their expressions grew solemn, but no one panicked, as they were all roughly prepared for this.
Once pollution of the rules occurs, it leads to either death or disability.
"Ladies and gentlemen, come and collect your darts!"
The mad maid held a plastic box in her left hand, filled with ten-centimeter-long darts, just like the ones used in dart competitions.
"This kind of game is quite popular in bars overseas."
The bartender received ten darts and casually weighed them in his hand.
"Are all these darts the same?"
Shen Fujiang was very cautious as he scrutinized the maid's box, noticing that she seemed to grab ten at random to hand out, which reassured him slightly.
"The same!"
The maid smiled sweetly, offering the box over, "Do you want to pick them out yourself?"
Shen Fujiang didn't hesitate to choose ten darts.
Seeing this, the others also wanted to pick their own.
[All darts are the same!]
