Zhang Hao spoke, a sinister glint in his eyes.
As he said these words, he had clearly made preparations to go back on his promise.
One by one, their faces wore expressions of mockery.
They completely ignored Chen Fan and Wang Rongrong.
Chen Fan, with a blank expression, asked, "What do you mean by this?"
Zhang Hao replied, "It means nothing, just teaching your sister a lesson for you!"
"That's right!"
"Haha... Whatever our Hao ge says, goes. If you dare to utter another word, we'll smash your mouth!"
"Exactly, what kind of person are you, to dare show your face before us without even looking at your own worth?"
Chen Fan remained rather calm.
Wang Rongrong, unable to tolerate it any longer, said angrily, "You... you've gone too far. How can you go back on your word? I've already brought the money!"
"You... you're really shameless for doing this!"
"You..."
At this moment, Wang Rongrong was also somewhat speechless.
She was incredibly angry.
Zhang Hao, with a playful sneer, casually pulled out a revolver from behind him.
His intention was crystal clear.
He meant to intimidate them.
Wang Rongrong was an ordinary person and had never witnessed such a scene, naturally, she was frightened.
On the spot, her expression contorted, her heart raced, and for a moment, it felt like her heart was about to leap out of her chest.
"Brother... Brother, it's a gun!"
"This..."
"What should we do?"
Chen Fan patted Wang Rongrong's arm, still calm, "Don't be afraid, your brother is here!"
Wang Rongrong, this time, was truly frightened, her face extremely pale.
She froze in place.
Zhang Hao toyed with the revolver in his hand and said lightly, "How about this, shall we play a little game of Russian Roulette?"
"If you win, we'll forget about all of this today, how about it?"
He was intentionally setting a trap for Chen Fan.
However, Chen Fan was not afraid of such a so-called small game. He replied, "Isn't it just a small game? I'll play with you!"
"Come on!"
Zhang Hao had initially intended to scare Chen Fan and make him retreat.
But who would have thought that Chen Fan would be completely unafraid?
Fine then...
A fierce glint flashed in Zhang Hao's eyes, and he said slowly, "Then let's go!"
"Let's do this!"
He cursed inwardly, thinking, "Watch me screw you over today, you damn dog."
Chen Fan didn't respond, his expression calm and composed.
Zhang Hao opened the cylinder, inserted a golden bullet, spun it several times vigorously, and then closed it.
The entire sequence was performed with practiced fluidity, quite dramatically!
Anyone watching this would likely be too terrified to move, let alone act rashly.
Chen Fan, however, said, "Let's start, don't waste time!"
Zhang Hao, not expecting Chen Fan to be so bold, immediately roared, "Come on, kid, let me see today just how much guts you have to go against me. Good... very good, I'll screw you over today!"
Zhang Hao picked up the gun.
He directly pulled the trigger.
The gun did not fire.
Chen Fan picked up the gun, without any hesitation, and pulled the trigger.
It still did not fire.
At this point, Zhang Hao began to feel a sense of dread. The cylinder had only six chambers, and two were now empty, meaning he had a one in four chance.
As he thought this, Zhang Hao trembled, a dense layer of cold sweat breaking out on his palms. He was in a situation where he couldn't back down.
Zhang Hao now felt like he had shot himself in the foot, and he was furious...
Damn it!
Zhang Hao feared death and his expression suddenly tightened...