"Old Zhou."
Xu Fan's calm gaze t with the bandit Zhou's at this mont.
"I admit, my abilities are limited right now, and by myself, I can't resist all of your people here."
Once out of this mansion, it's feared that there would be thousands more waiting for .
Then, what I'll be facing is anyone's guess.
Xu Fan, looking at the bandit Zhou, said, "But I, Xu Fan, am not afraid to tell you that since I dared to step into this mansion, I was prepared to either survive or perish!"
"If I die, at the very least, everyone in this room, no matter who, will have to be my stepping stone!"
He suddenly slamd his palm onto the long table, and the solid wood table imdiately bore the imprint of his palm!
Xu Fan's sweeping glance passed over everyone as he spat out each word.
"Those who aren't afraid of death, co at now!"
Silence, an eerie kind of silence.
Inside the hall, one after another, beneath Xu Fan's gaze, they all lowered their heads.
Lying on the ground was already a bloody lesson!
Why bother to add oneself to this lesson...
"Uncle, maybe... maybe let's just forget it..."
"Jianjun's situation, actually, can't entirely be blad on others."
In front of the long table, several people from the Zhou family had completely lost their nerve, and now their undecided gaze turned toward the bandit Zhou.
They just felt that the bandit Zhou was acting a bit too rashly today.
To exchange the lives of an entire family for this fellow's, seed far too big a loss.
Zhou Jianjun was just Zhou Jianjun, and now dead, why bother?
"Dad, maybe let's just forget it."
"Jianjun was the one at fault to begin with..."
Turning this issue into a huge deal today, the one to suffer disaster wouldn't be just the bandit Zhou alone; nearly everyone present lived off the royal grain.
If things blew up today, punishnt, or even greater trouble, would be inevitable.
Let alone others, even Zhou Jianjun's own parents, under Xu Fan's montum, had begun to waver.
"You all..."
Family mbers, one by one, pleaded with looks in their eyes that begged for him to back down.
The bandit Zhou's enraged gaze couldn't help but show a trace of disappointnt.
Tis had changed; it was no longer the era when he could do as he pleased.
The blood running through his family had lost the fiery passion he had imagined.
The lot of them had already been dyed with reality's colors.
In their eyes, familial affection had long since been relegated behind their own interests.
In this mont, the bandit Zhou felt as if he had aged ten years.
"Don't, don't think that old, old man will be afraid of you..."
Suddenly, within the hall, a tentative voice tinged with youth rang out; the bandit Zhou looked up in surprise, discovering that it was his youngest grandson who had spoken.
He usually hung around with Zhou Jianjun, and they had the best relationship. It seed he wished to avenge his elder brother.
At this mont, the boy timidly pulled out a revolver from his clothes.
It was a collectible of Zhou Jianjun's, and it was a mystery how the boy got his hands on it.
And now, he was ready to use it.
The bandit Zhou sat in the chief seat watching, his eyes filled with excitent.
What excited him was that at least among the younger generation of the Zhou family, there was still one with guts.
Very quickly, the boy aid at Xu Fan.
Xu Fan made no move, just gazed indifferently at the boy who was about the sa age as him.
"Guess, with what you're doing now, who will be the one to die later?"
He uttered this casually, but it echoed in the other's ear like a curse.
He looked at the experts who had fallen in pools of blood around him, and then at the shards of sharp knives that Xu Fan had just crushed.
Eventually, the revolver in his hand beca the last straw that broke the cal's back.
His hands, already trembling, now hung limply and powerlessly.
Xu Fan stood up straight and began walking towards him step by step.
Pointing, he then said, "Give it to ."
"Eh... Eh..."
He nodded submissively and surprisingly handed the item over to Xu Fan.
"You..."
"Useless piece of trash!"
This scene completely chilled the heart of the Zhou bandit!
At this mont, he wished he had died in that chaotic and war-torn era!
"Up to now, in this place, apart from myself, there's only one who could be called a man."
Clack clack, Xu Fan at this mont opened the cylinder of the revolver, pouring out all six bullets filled inside.
Zhou Jianjun indeed died by his own hand, but Xu Fan never regretted it.
At this mont, Xu Fan held a bullet in his hand, gazing over at the Zhou bandit.
"Zhou bandit, you are truly a man, a man of iron bones and steel."
"However, sadly, your descendants fall far short of you."
"..."
The Zhou bandit didn't speak, simply bowing his head low.
At this instant, his heart was already occupied by despair.
What if he killed Xu Fan?
"Zhou Jianjun's death did indeed have sothing to do with ."
"He wanted to kill , but unfortunately, he didn't have the ability, so he died."
Xu Fan, at this mont, looked at the people in front of him and said, word by word, as he loaded a single bullet into the cylinder.
"All of you present are Zhou Jianjun's family, uncles and aunts, or perhaps brothers."
"You disregard whether he was right or wrong, only wishing to kill for revenge. I, Xu Fan, understand very well."
"Now, I'll also give you a chance..."
Upon hearing the word "chance," a group of people curiously raised their heads.
They were eager to know what Xu Fan ant by this so-called "chance."
Under everyone's gaze, Xu Fan slamd the revolver on the table and said, "Russian Roulette, I believe you all should have so impression of it."
"If you want revenge, you need the courage. Anyone who wants revenge, co play this with ."
"Kill , and you will have your revenge, how about it?"
"..."
Russian Roulette, one revolver, one bullet, two people taking turns, until one person dies.
Compared with using paltry skills in front of Xu Fan for revenge, this indeed counted as a chance.
Only, this chance cost a life to play.
A life, which might seem insignificant, but in reality, it's not that simple.
The courage that had been hard to muster now dissipated without a trace at the sight of the dark muzzle.
They truly didn't dare to imagine the terrifying scene of their heads being blown open like waterlons.
Silence, no one dared to speak up, so even lowered their heads, afraid to et Xu Fan's eyes, fearing he might pick them out for this deadly ga...
"It seems that none of you is willing to seek revenge anymore, except for..."
As Xu Fan spoke, his gaze landed on the Zhou bandit.
This guy truly counted as a man; among those present, he was likely the only one courageous enough.
"Zhou bandit, if you want revenge, I, Xu Fan, will give you the chance."
"Kill , and you win. If you fail to kill , from now on, your Zhou family must not hinder a single step of mine, Xu Fan, how about it?"
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