Liu Di slowly drained the tequila in his glass.
You little cowboy really are righteous and fearless.
But if you die, how much of a mess will this timeline become from here on out?
Leip might have been arrogant, but he was still afraid of China.
If some other fool took his place and started a war, wouldn't that be a disaster?
The man in the white shirt slowly rose to his feet and calmly said, "It's only Deadly Revolver. I'll do it."
"Sure thing."
Friedrich, who had just been solemnly preparing to die, immediately bent over and gestured with his hand, blurting out in an authentic Beijing accent, "This way, please!"
Liu Di shot him a glare.
You little punk.
"That won't do."
Yellow-Eyed Viper frowned. "I need your ability to help me find gold. If you die in the wager, won't I get nothing?"
Liu Di calmly said, "I'm just asking whether you dare to bet."
Yellow-Eyed Viper smiled disdainfully. "Why wouldn't I dare? But I, Yellow-Eyed Viper, don't make losing deals."
Liu Di remained calm. "I'm just asking whether you dare to bet, you stupid groundhog."
"???"
"What kind of insult is that?"
Yellow-Eyed Viper froze!
Low chuckles rose from the surrounding crowd.
Yellow-Eyed Viper's face reddened, and then he flew into a rage. "Bet! Why wouldn't I? My gold is piled as high as mountains. I don't need one Eastern Master. I'll bet you to death!"
After that,
Yellow-Eyed Viper grabbed his revolver, opened the cylinder, and was about to empty out the bullets.
Liu Di gave a slight wave of his hand. "Use Friedrich's gun."
Yellow-Eyed Viper's hand stiffened for a moment as he glanced at the revolver on the little cowboy's hip.
But his expression paused for only half a second.
Then he chuckled.