Chapter 273: The bullets from this gun will all hit you!

Book:Fallen Heir Rising Published:2024-6-5

Quentin sneered, “If I were afraid of your threats, I wouldn’t have come here. You’re just a bunch of rabble, not worth my attention.”
“Empty boasts!” Mr. Hinton laughed wildly, his voice filled with anger but also containing a hint of admiration. It had been a long time since he had encountered such an arrogant young man.
However, this guy did have some skills.
It wouldn’t be bad to have him as a useful assistant, maybe another one like Aden in the future.
“Kid, although you’re a bit arrogant, I admire your spirit.”
“And you do have some skills. Today, I’ll give you a chance.”
“First,”
“kneel down in front of me and kowtow. If you follow me from now on, I can spare your life.”
“Second, gamble with me three rounds. If you win, I’ll let you leave, but you’ll have to leave one of your legs behind. If you lose, you die.”
A flash of fierceness passed through his eyes.
Quentin smirked, “I’ll choose the third option.”
“There is no third option,” Mr. Hinton said coldly. “Don’t daydream. You can come in here, but you absolutely can’t leave.”
“I want you dead, you die! I let you live, then you can live!” Mr. Hinton’s voice was full of confidence and dominance.
“Since you don’t choose the first one, let me choose the second option for you. Let’s gamble a few rounds. If you win, I’ll spare your life and cripple one of your legs. If you lose, you die.”
Quentin saw his confident look, a sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth. He didn’t know where Mr. Hinton’s confidence came from. It was as if his life and death were already in his hands.
“It depends on your skills. Perhaps, in the end, it will be you who dies.”
“Outrageous!” Aden shouted angrily, “If you dare to show disrespect to Mr. Hinton again, I’ll kill you on the spot!”
Quentin disdainfully glanced at him and let out a sneer, “You’re not qualified.”
“You-” Aden had never been provoked like this in his life. Instantly, he exuded killing intent, staring at Quentin like a starving wolf.
“Aden-” Mr. Hinton waved his hand, “Let him be arrogant for a while.”
When Mr. Hinton spoke, even if Aden was full of anger, he had to hold back.
“Yes!”
He nodded unwillingly, but in his eyes as he stared at Quentin, there was a chilling killing intent.
Quentin didn’t even put him in his eyes. In his opinion, a martial artist of this level was simply not worth mentioning.
If Aden caused trouble again, Quentin wouldn’t mind getting rid of Aden.
“Hehe, I heard that today in my casino, you won more than ten million in one go, and you never lost. Those guys all call you the God of Gamblers?”
Mr. Hinton looked disdainful, asking proudly.
“Yes, if I want to, I can empty your entire casino.” Quentin’s tone was indifferent.
“Such arrogance!” Mr. Hinton sneered coldly, “Coincidentally, I also started out with gambling and consider myself quite skilled. Since you’re so confident, I’ll give you a chance. What do you want to bet on?”
“Anything.”
Quentin leisurely lit a cigarette, “Anyway, no matter how we bet, I’ll win.”
Mr. Hinton was amused by his arrogance, “Bring the dice cup!”
“Let’s do this, people like us, ordinary play styles have no meaning anymore. Let’s guess the dice rolls. I’ll shake, and you guess.”
“If you guess right, you win. If you guess wrong, I win.”
“Good.” Quentin remained calm and nodded slightly, “I’ll follow your lead.”
“Clap!” Mr. Hinton pulled out a handgun and placed it on the table, his tone icy, “If you lose, all the bullets from this gun will hit you!”
When people saw Mr. Hinton take out the gun, a hint of paleness appeared on their faces!
Charlotte’s lips were tightly pursed, her heart beating wildly… Mr. Hinton was the King of Gamblers, so his gambling skills were naturally not to be underestimated. If Quentin lost, wouldn’t he be doomed?