With that slap from the other guy, it was obvious nothing had happened.
Which also meant, out of these ten, one had already been cleared by him, so his own odds from here on out were going to get worse.
Originally he could be hitting a 1/10 chance, now it could only be 1/9. That made his face turn ashen in an instant.
He didn't understand probability, couldn't calculate what exactly the odds were, but he did know that at this very moment, his luck might be a bit worse than the other guy's. Still, this fellow could be considered a tough one.
After Lin Yi finished slapping, he didn't say a word, just walked straight over. Looking at the nine remaining bullets on the table, his throat couldn't help bobbing up and down, and a bean-sized bead of sweat popped out on his forehead and dripped to the floor.
That alone was enough to show how nervous he was right now.
Of course, even at this level of tension, he didn't forget to cast his gaze toward his own people.
