"Switch places, young man! Hand over the gun; you've nearly won!"
People from the crowd began shouting advice at Xue Jing.
Xue Jing did not respond.
The man with the surname Wei showed no expression, seemingly indifferent.
In the silence, Xue Jing slowly lifted the pistol, aimed at his own head, as though about to fire the fifth shot...
Mr. Wei's heart skipped a beat, he forcibly suppressed his emotions, not letting them show on his face.
The fifth shot was the real bullet!
This kid is too arrogant, actually betting the five shots would be blanks? Courting death!
He stared intently at Xue Jing's finger on the trigger.
Press it, fire, fire!
Mr. Wei almost wished he could step forward and press it himself.
He could already visualize the scene of the young man's head exploding, brain and blood splattering everywhere.
'...on the fifth shot.'
