Cat and Mouse

Suger was extremely excited, all his attention now focused on Yimo's gun muzzle.

There was enormous danger. His body instinctively wanted to evade it, but his abnormal thoughts told him he couldn't dodge, couldn't back down in front of Yimo.

Caught in this complex mix of emotions, beads of sweat had already appeared on Suger's face from excitement. His pupils kept contracting. One hand clutched his collar, while the other still gripped the scalpel.

Come on! Come on! Come on!!!

Hahahaha...!

So, who was going to die!!!

Suger leaned forward, as if eager to throw himself in front of the bullet about to be fired!

As Yimo's finger pulled the trigger, Suger's chest heaved even more violently, and his body swayed even more. He shouted, "So, who's going to die!!!"

Click-!

In the midst of all this excitement, a small metallic clink echoed through the empty room.

Suger's body jerked violently.

Then... nothing happened.

No one died.

No one was even hurt.

Suger frowned slightly and looked at Yimo. "Hmm?"

"No... bullets?"

After getting so excited, finding out it was an empty chamber and no bullet had been fired made Suger feel rather uncomfortable.

It was like a mobile game updating: a character he really liked was about to be released, but the maintenance kept getting delayed. That was how impatient and uncomfortable he felt.

Yimo held back a laugh and explained with feigned seriousness, "Hehehe, I told you. There are only three bullets in the six chambers, so the death rate is only fifty percent."

"Your dad always keeps his word."

Suger: "..."

"You decided before you came that you'd only shoot at me, didn't you?"

"If that's the case, what's the point of putting in fewer bullets?"

"I thought you'd filled the chambers with bullets..."

Yimo: "Suger, don't